Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-07-21
Now Go On With the Story

She could have sworn the China
man who manipulated the inverted
shells was none other than the man
in whom her brother had declared
absolute confldence-Chai Hung!
But, clearly as the swiftly-moving
events Of that momentous evening
were imprinted on her memory, she
was destined to witness a somewhat
puzzling curtain" to her s~ingularly
poignant drama, a climax that for
some moments. at least. forced her
to believe she had been the victim of
an optical illusion. For, as she
turned to rfurmur her thanks to the
inimitable Dawson, her glance wan
dered from the flight of white steps
to a long cane chair at the far end
of the commissioners veranda.
Clothed in a suit of immaculate
whites" breathing with the placid
regularity of a healthy child, Chinese
Pennington slumbered peacefully!
Monica was leaning on the wooden
rail, gazing beyond the s-un-scorched
slopes to where-at the farthest ex-
tremity of the white ietty. the black
funnel of the Darvel emitted a faint,
hesitant line of smoke.
Hewitt-in his shirt sleeves, his
topee set at a jaunty angle, was
interviewing a native orderly in the
garden. lowering in the foreground
cody melting a juvenile fox-terrier
to burrow in a bed for a legendary
rat, Peter Pennington smoked and
waited. He approached the commits
sioner the instant the interview was
at an end.
Gust beer down to the boat" he
explained. she pushes off at ele-
ven"
Hewitt glanced at his watch.
There's a good half-hour to go
yet"
''Quite a lot can happen in half
an-hour," returned Pennington. Still
searching everybody?
The commissioner grunted.
If you want my opinion" he said.
t.That COMPOUNDED pendants not on
the island"
'I'm afraid I don't agree with you.
It probably won't be here much
longer" He flicked the ash from
his cigaret, Seen Chai-Hung?"
mo, but he sent up a chit by a
eoolie, asking permission to go on
board and interview the supercargo
about some rice he's expecting"
"Of course you refused?'
The commissioner described a
sen1f-circle in the dust with the toe
OF a shoe.
"On the contrary" he asserted
loftily, II gave him a permit. The
evidence you've succeeded in raking
together against him is purely cir
cumstantial. You've always had
your knife into him. you know"
Pennington stuck his feet wide
apart.
s.He damn nearly had a knife into
me-a couple of nights ago." He
caught Hewitt's sleeve. Look here,
old son, I'm not letting you chuck
away your chances like this. storm
away's all right, but she'll never rest
until she's got you out of this. Petit
coat influence is the very DEVIL" He
rome his voice TO a whisper.
'Chai-Hung's got that pendant on
him now, don't you understand?
Once he's got it aboard you won't
have a dogs chance of finding 1t"
The commissioner wavered.
"You don't know who's got it," he
declared.
1--WE every reason to believe he
has, and I'm not taking any risks. If
you don'tks slip into your tunic and
come down with me, 1 warn you III
search him myself
At that moment, Monica trembling
with suppressed excitement, caught
sight of a red umbrella passing pla-
cidly along the roadway at the foot
Of the slope.
Jack" she called out suddenly,
''go down with Mr.. Pennington. You
can't afford to stand on ceremony