The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-25

| North Borneo. His sister, Monte;
Whey, is engaged to marry Peter
Pennington, who is detailed by thu
government to apprehend Chat
Hung, leader of The Yellow Seven
gang Of Chinese bandits. Var
| Daulen tries to Jesselton with thu
news of the murder of Domberg, thu
Dutch Manager at Kasih-ayer. Rabat
Pilai, chief-of-staff to Pennington
hates Chai-Hung bitterly.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Van Daulen turned to the Com
| missioner.
! Captain Hewitt, must appeal t.
you. I've come a long distance to-
night to inform you Of the serious
ness of the position in our territory
not to answer absurd questions"
Sorry! thought you two had
! possibly MET before. Van Daulen
this is Pennington. He's responsible
for any action taken against Char
Hung and consequently entitled to
ask what questions he chooses. Have
you fixed up room anywhere?"
Il expect there's room for me d'
the Rest-House, thanks"
"Well, drop in any time after ten
tomorrow and we'll talk things over
I'm sorry about poor Domberg
Good night"
He was barely out of earshot when
Hewitt swung round on Pennington
Rather q blow to your theory
what?"
"Not in the least!"
you'll never admit when you're
wrong" persisted the Commissioners
sadly.
"And you'll never admit when I'm
right. By the way, keep young Van
Daulen in Jesselton as long as you
can. shall be running up to Kasih-
aver tomorrow"
Hewitt drained his glass and made
off down the passageway to his room
"Ill do my BEST" he shouted back
over his shoulder, "but Van Daulen's
inclined to be impetuous."
PETER" Monica demanded when
they were alone, "why do you &C
out of your way to quarrel?"
81 don't"
"But you do, dear. The way you
tackled that poor fellow, who'd rid.
den goodness knows how many miles
made me feel positively uncomfart-
able. He was dead beat, you know. >
II wonder who discovered the fine
metal point in the pen-holder-and
decided it had been smeared with
poison?"
"You haven't been listening.
don't believe you heard a word
said."
He drew her to him.
"Dear little woman, I've beer
listening most patiently, but you sec
it's utterly impossible for you to
understand my motives. I'm queer
jumbled-up piece of machinery
sometimes actuated by reason, some
times by sort of sixth sense which
Nature gave to me when she pre-
sented me with Chinese eyes. That's
why I'm here now, it's exactly why
your brother sent for me, and it's
why I sometimes talk as, do. I'm
not like that with YOU.
II should hope not indeed"
"Nor with Jack or Dawson--oI
even that prince of scarecrows Ra.
bat-Pilai. Do you remember what
was saying before Van Daulen came
in? Somebody at Kasih-ayer's in
league with Chai-Hung-and I've got
to put my finger on him and keep II
there. 1t might be Vance, Whitaker
their chief Waterman, their Tamil
apothecary; it might, on the othe,
hand, be Van Daulen. I jumped or
him right away when, as you say, nc
was dead-beat. Why? Because al
such time he was less likely to be
on his guard"
you've no earthly reason to sus.
pect him."
Except" said Pennington dream.
lily, "that when he stopped to put
that pot of yellow paint away a cor
ner of his tunic dipped into it,"
Monica's brain reeled.
"But-"
"He came away without botherlnl
to change. Perhaps you didn't no
tice, but the bottom corners Of has
coat curled-and the bulk of tn.
stain was on the under side"
ITS still purely conjecture. H.
might have gone right up to tho
sign to examine it-and brushed hi.
jacket against it,"
Pennington smiled.
"He might--if he'd troubled to in
spect it with a ladder. The yellow
Seven, if you remember, was painted
on the side Of Domberg's house-an|
Domberg's bungalow is built on piles
ten feet or move above the ground.
She caught both sides of his coat
and forced him to look at her.
DO be careful, Peter for my
sake"
He ran his fingers caressingly
through her curls. - Asrl
There's no need to be anxious
he said, "for ] shan't want to be SC
very alone. Rabat-Pilai will be how
ering in the shadows. Holy Moses!
have you the remotest idea what the
time isl"
She shook her head and there was
wistful look in her eyes.
1T passes SO quickly when you are
here-and SO slowly when you're
away on these wretched expeditions.
Come back soon, Peter dearest; prom
Use me you'll come back soon"
And Peter Pennington promised.
Evening, Van Daulen!"
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