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I dreamed Of"
"I'll put them wise in the morn
ing" said the commissioner between
his teeth.
Pennington's head fell on the
| others arm.
Don't do that-or you'll spoil
everything. It won't do to let either
Domberg or Chai-Hung suspect we
| have the place under observation.
Pay 'em out sufficient rope and you'll
| find they'll both hang themselves at
Kasih-ayer."
what are you going to do?"
I'm going to bed" returned Chi
nese Pennington, grinning namely.
Damn you!" retorted Hewitt po-
litely.
Thanks! How's Monica, by the
bye?"
A voice fro mthe other side of the
partition cut into the commissioners
reply. 1t was a feminine voice of an
exceedingly pleasing timbre. "I was
wondering when you were going to
ask thati Forty-nine minutes under
our hospitable roof, and never a syl-
liable of inquiry for poor Monical For
a matter of seconds your fate hung
in the balance"
II know" said Pennington. "I felt
it wobblingi"
The fairest widow east of Suez-as
Dawson had once termed her in an
effort to be poetic, sailed on to the
veranda attired in gorgeous kimono
of blue and silver. She settled her
self comfortably on the arm of Pen
nington's chair.
TRoll me cigaret, please-a nice
fat one. You are rather a devil,
aren't you? You spend half your
days wandering in the jungle wear
ing all sorts of unclean disguises,
chasing a fat, oily Oriental. When
ever you feel you require a rest
from this absorbing occupation, you
wander in here at any old hour,
drink our whiskey, and talk shop
into the ever-receptive ears of my
brother. Having exhausted every
possible subject of interest, it dawns
upon you that you've a fiance knock
ing around somewhere. How's Mo-
MICA, by the bye" She glanced down
at the cigaret, now nearing compile
ton. LAS a very special honor you
may moisten the paper and stick 1t
down"
DUTY before pleasure, you know"
said Pennington, striking a match.
Besides, l thought you'd gone to
bed"
II had, but there was a mosquito
in my curtains, a particularly
hungry specimen, and / couldn't
sleep. 1 say. is Domberg really in
with Chai-Hung?"
The two men exchanged glances.
Monica" demonstrated Hewitt,
you've been listening!"
MY poor benighted imbeeile, the
wooden walls of this luxurious man.
sion act like so many sounding
boards; besides, have you ever en-
countered the brand of woman that's
going to stuff cotton wool in her ears
and dive under the bedclothes when
secret service agents are broadcast
ing their exploits ?"
Pennington screwed up his peculiar
eyes.
"Brutally disillusioned! OF all the
women in the world I believed you
were the one who would"
who's Domberg, Jack? Isn't he
that nice old Dutchman with the
gray hair we met once in Sanda-
kan?"
Hewitt stretched his long legs.
That's the feller. 1 must confess
I liked Domberg. Still, If Peter
says"
'I don't say anything. For all I
know Domberg may have no active
hand in the affair at all, but the
troubles been traced to the Kasih-
aver area and theoretically, he's re-
sponsible for anything that goes on
there"
The commissioner began counting
on his fingers.
who's up there with him? Let's
gee: Vance, Van Daulen and Whit
taker Fairly decent crowd, taking
them all round"
Hewitt rose slowly and began pac-
ing the veranda, his hands clasped
behind him.
There came a laundering of
hooves from the white road at the
foot of the slope and, before Monica
could reach the rail man had nego-
tiated the path and clambered up
the steps. He halted on the thresh-