The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-08-24
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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 cor
ner Of his tunic dipped into It."
Monica's brain reeled.
But"
He came away without bothering
to change. Perhaps you didn't no.
tice; but the bottom corners of his
coat curled-and the bulk Of the
stain was on the under side"
It's still purely conjecture. He
might have gone right up to the
sign to examine it-and brushed his
jacket against it.
Pennington smiled
HE might-if he'd troubled to in
spect it with a ladder. The yellow
Seven, il you remember. was painted
on the side of Domberg's house-and
Domberg's bungalow is built on piles
ten feet or more above 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.
There's no need to be anxious"
he said, "for I shan't want to be so
very alone, Rabat-Pila 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.
ut 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.
$50
Evening. Van Daulenr'
The Dutchman started almost fall
veranda. Curled in a chair. a ci-
garette between his lips and a half
filled tumbler resting In the cavity
in the arm, lay Chinese Pennington.
'Oh! good evening, Thought I'd left
you behind in Jesselton.'
He blundered past Pennington.
found a seat and began unlacing his
boots.
"Dyou intend stopping here-"
IF I may"
Observation-Disclosures. of course. No
need to offer you a drink, 1 seer
Two diagonal Sits were eli that
mo thanks. 1 brought my own!''
Van Daulen paused with one boot
half drawn oh-and stared hard at
his guest.
You - brought - your own -
whisky"
The Dutchman choked something
back in his throat and discarded the
boot. He was evidently i'll at ease
for, while endeavoring to operate the
second pair of laces. he got them
hopelessly knotted.
MY boy made you pretty comfort
able, I hope?" she jerked out without
looking up.
Brought my ownI'
Van Daulen sprang to his feet.
ludicrous figure in one riding boot
and a gray sock.
"Confound it all, Pennington; this
is too much OF a good thingr'
And "-added the man with the
Chinese eyes-"in case I have occa-
sion to write anything-I've taken
the additional precaution of bring
ing a fountain pen!'
The Dutchman stood for some mo-
ments, clenching and unclenching his
fists, then dropped heavily back on
to his seat.
IF l thought for one moment you
meant to imply anything by these
extraordinary breaches of etiquette
I'd pitch you and your damned serv-
ant into the garden"
Pennington moved a cushion to
more comfortable position.
Il assume by that you don't intend
to take any particular precautions
yourseh?"
The lace broke.
such ASP"
Keeping close watch on the cook
house. seeing that your razor isn't
tempered with. setting a reliable
watch on the house at night. ques-
tioning all strangers found wander
ing on the estate"
1T occurs to me-" retorted Van
Daulen, that if you were to leave es-
tate affairs to those who understand
them-and occupy yourself solely
with the rounding-up of the Yellow
Seven, you'd be rendering the island
a better service"
Pennington grinned.
you want me to go out and find
Chai-Hung?'
Most certainly"
L prefer to wait for him here"
You'll have to wait a long time"
"D'you really think that? / hap.
pen 70 know that Kasih-ayer is the
identical spot selected by the Yellow
Seven as offering a suitable stretch
of coast line to aid them in tkeir flu
ture plans. They polished off poor
old Domberg; that won't help them
much while Vane, Whitaker and
yourself are alive.
Van Daulen crossed the floor in
his socks and poured himselfr out a
stiff helping OF neat spirit.