Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-08-17
NOW Ga ON Wlth tl,e Story

And still Denis Moorhouse felt
hopelessly at sea. He glanced back
oyer his shoulder toward the living
room and his half finished meal then
drew the tumbler from the arm OF
his chair and sent the soda kissing
into the amber fluid. All the time,
while he strove to establish a mental
balance, he felt that the girls eyes
were fixed on him and the knocking
light that played in them made him
uneasy.
II am a busy man. he protested,
sand I am tired. / do not yet under
stand the motive that has brought
you here"
Again that intoxicating smile.
She leant backward over the rail
so that the tightening folds of her
sarog accentuated the graceful
curves of her form; the garment
seemed to have become part OF her
like the plumage of a bird or the
down of a gorgeous butterfly that
flutters for a brief moment in the
sunlight and is gone. Moorhouse
knew that she would go-knew that
she must go; but a strange, uncon-
trollable desire was swiftly building
itself up within him to postpone
the moment of her departure.
ssThe Tua-Hakim will remember
thai when I left the clearing / ran
quickly into the forest. 1 had gone
but a little way through the trees
when something tripped me and l
fell. One of the silver things thai a
chief had made for me slipped from
nv hand and 1 looked up presently
to see that a great orang-China-a
yellow man, tall and very fat-had
picked the thing fro mthe grass and
was looking at it. l sprang at him
like a t~iger-cat, but a second man
held by arms from behind so thai l
could not move. There were other
Cinnamon in the Jungle, for 1 could
hear the bushes as they moved. The
man who held the silver hand
carried one arm in a black cloth and
his face was very evil. After a little
while he drew his arm from the
cloth and thrust under my eyes the
stump where a hand had been
(which had was it?" interrupted
.Woorhouse quickly.
"rhe left, tuan."
"You are sure of this ?"
1t had come back to the D. o.'s
memory that Pennington had told
him how one of his men had severed
ShaS1S rng's left hand at the wrist
IT have reason to be sure, because
the silver sheath that | lost was from
nv left hand. Who am afraid OF
nothlng-feared this man. Black
girl" the orang-China said. I have
more need of this thing than you,
therefore 1 shall keep it, Presently
from the folds of his coat he pro-
duced a knife. Bring me the head
OF the Englishman who sat in the
clearing when you danced-and you
shall have your hand He walked
ava into the trees and It was a long
while before he returned. Listen,
he said again. There is a white man
whom the natives call He Who Sees
In the Dark. Kill him-and l will
give you hands Of gold-that all
other dancers may envy you
The magistrate smiled grimly.
''The Chinaman said that, did he?"
The girl nodded.
ut is a difficult thing" she added
gravely, "for unless I Kill you-l
lore the silver hand forever and, If
I kill you, I lose a friend"
"You will also stand a very good
chance of being strung UP by the
neck for the crows to peck at! Did
ha tell you where to take the head OF
Hhe white MANI"
st must go to a certain house
where they eat opium-and he Will
take me with him TO the orang-
China"
Moorhouse grunted.