Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-08-23
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This unusual series of stories deals
with the exploits of Chinese" Pen
nington. a detective sent by his gov
ernment to British North Borneo to
run to earth The Yellow Seven, a
gang of Chinese bandits.
Chinese Pennington stumbled up
the steps of the commissioners bun
galow and threw himself at full
length in a long chair.
Captain Hewitt-immersed IN the
fourth attempt TO bring to a sue
cessful conclusion a game of patience
swept the cards into a junlbled
heap.
THAT you, PENN"
The man with the Chinese eyes
moved restlessly.
TITS me all right I'm dead beat"
The commissioner crossed to
where lacquered tray rested on a
table and measured out what he
knew to be Pennington's habitual
tot.
Pennington reached out for the
tumbler. Hewitt, old son, I've
reconnoitered the complete coast
line of British North Borneo since I
saw you last. The Chai-Hung affairs
nearing it's final stages. The bandit
knows it and will probably make a
desperate attempt TO quit the island
altogether.
The commissioner yawned. He
had had heavy day and it was ten
minutes short of midnight.
Hes been away before" he re-
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rolled up again with unfailing regu-
larity."
Pennington's fingers groped in a
pocket, searching for his pouch
cigarette papers.
Things have never been so hot
for our enemy as they are at this mo-
ment. The secret society of which
Chai-Hung Is the head has to lie
pretty low in these days, you can
take it from me; the Yellow Seven's
becoming a back number; it's weeks
since the yellow card with the seven
black dots went abroad with its mes
sage of death. It's Chai-Hung's
amazing personality alone that has
kept the fire smoldering that we've
exerted every effort to extingulsh."
He blew out long wreath of smoke
TITS been a wonderful experience
Hewitt, in spite of all our set backs.
There's something exhilarating in
tackling a worthy enemy"
Hewitt smiled.
I'm glad you think so! For my
part I'm utterly fed-up with our yell
low friend"
"Of course you are. You want to
place Chai-Hung in convenient
cover and pigeon-hole him for ever
more. You sent for me to lay him
by the heels, lord knows how many
weary months ago, and I'm still at
It. For sixteen solid days I've been
acting as sort of railway porter
#Iamming doors on Mr.. Chai-Hung.
Every planter owning an inch of
coast is on the qui vive-or says he
Is. After so many assurances of
loyalty and devotion to duty, 1 bad
to sit down in a quiet corner and
consider who was the unclean hound
that was letting US down. Fortu-
nately it appears there's only one.
His place is under observation. It's
lheer assumption, of course, but I'm
prepared to swear I'm right"
The commissioner leant forward
In his chair
"Who is it," he demanded in low
voice.
'.Domberg."
THE Dutch manager at Kaslh-
ayer?"
The other nodded.
I arrived at my conclusion by a
process of elimination. My first
scrutiny left me with thre possible
all situated wide apart. 1 spent
the best part of a fortnight in the
immediate vicinity Of each of EN-
and the Kasih-ayer estate romped
home, an easy first"
'Domberg!" murmured Hewitt
his head from side to side
and frowning deeply. "Td never
have thought It."
stranger things have happened
lhan that. Chai-Hung himself was
our most respected Chinese resident
at one time, IL you remember. My
chief of staff-one Rabat-
me that at certain sea-
sons there's more cargo surrepti-
tiously discharged at Kasih-ayer
than the customs authorities ever