The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-07-25
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murder. Peter Pennington is de-
tailed by the government to run to
earth The Yellow Seven, gang of
Chinese bandits. Monica Whey
lives with her brother, Captain
Hewitt. Pennington suspects Chat
Hung of being leader Of the bandits.
Hewitt procures a warrant for the
arrest of hai-Hung.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
"Chai-Hung called here this after
noon."
Hewitt started.
"This afternoon" he echoed in
credulously.
She nodded.
He asked if you were inland said
he was going away for some time.
Mr.. Pennington was here, too. He'll
tell you all about it,"
The Commissioner passed q weary
hand over his black hair.
"Where is Pennington now?'
~ haven't seen him since tea"
A sudden movement in the wild
garden outside attracted her atten.
ton. She stepped close up to the
. rail and peered into the blackncss
Standing half in the shadow of a
stunted palm, she saw tall, gaunt
figure, wearing loose costume of
pale blue material. Monica caught
her brothers sleeve and pulled him
! forward
There's man out there, Jack"
she told him softly.
The Commissioner looked,
ITS Pennington, suppose" he
growled presently. "What the devils
he want to hang about the house
like that for!".
At that moment, the scarecrow
raised an arm and beckoned.
"How are we for timer"
She consulted her wrist-watch.
7 you've twenty minutes before
dinner. Don't stop out too long"
Hewitt looked at Monica. Thirty
seconds later he had passed down the
steps, making his way toward the
tree.
; Mrs. Whey went in to dress for
dinner.
The deep-toned Ducun gong. re-
verberating in the stiffness of the
night, brought her back to the veran.
ia. Her brother was nowhere to be
seen. She hurried down the passage
to his room, tapped on the door, then,
getting no response, looked in. The
room was empty and glance suf.
feed to tell her he had not been
there since his return. The neatly
piled clean clothes were still where
the servant had put them. Her mind
slightly troubled, she invaded his
office. AS she stepped toward the
writing-table, grim sense of i'm.
pending disaster swept over her. She
thrust it from her resolutely, and
pressed onward. Both hands resting
on the wooden surface, she pazcd
horror-stricken before her at a DAG.
ger with gilt handle that stuck up.
right IN the table, its thin steel blade
lmPallng a heap of torn paper frar.
ments. Dimly, as her powers of rea.
soning stole back to her, she realized
that the tattered document was tn.
warrant for the arrest of Chat Hung
and that the yellow handle of tn,
knife bore seven distinct black dot.
on the side that was turned towart
her-four on the upper half ant
three below.
Suddenly she became aware tina
Pennington-serene, immaculate-wa
at her elbow.
She swung around on him fiercely
"Mr. Pennington, what does al
1
have you done with him?"
remington was frankly puzzled.
sack? Captain Hewitt? 1 haven
seen him. Isn't he back YETI"
Monica caught her breath.
Somebody beckoned to him from
4 the garden" she raced on wildly
I'VE both thought it was you. JAG
went out. HE hasn't dressed 70
makan, and there's that on his table
For Gods sake, tell me what it al
means?"
Pennington guided her to a chai,
then bent over the dagger. A secon
later, he had rushed from the roor
toward the kitchen-quarters.
She heard the-voluble' tones of TIL
cook-boy, yell of pain, the draggin
OF a heavy body along the floor an
the servant was flung like sack int
the office, still clinging to a films
4 box with a metal handle-thc onl
luggage he had brought with hil
when he arrived.
). Pennington slammed the door an
:, leant against it.
Get up, you swine!" he said sterr
< ly. Get up and find your tongu
I. or, by heaven! I'll flay you alive!'
The boy scrambled to his feet an
i stood sullenly in the center of tn
bare room.
(; "You will lead me t0 Chai-Hung!
), Kissed Pennington.
;. At the very sound Of the name til
Oriental trembled visibiy.
The Englishman caught him
both shoulders and shook him vi,
: lently. A volume Of inarticulat
q grunts followed. Pennington plucke
!! the knife from the woodwork.
i "Mrs. Whey" he said over h
shoulder, do you mind waiting Il
me in the dining-room
3 At the entrances. she Looked back.
r "What are You going ito do?" 81
y demanded fearfuuy.5
q He shrugged his shoulders he'll
lessly. '.'sis Il.
"Pleases. go,rs., he whispered. az,
y got to use Entry method l know
: enable me IL !. get on the track
: your brother before it, too late"
Collecting herself with an. effo,
she crept from the sYOonn. closing Fl