The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-08-20
JOG YGGL0W SEVEN.
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, toward the general room in which
the bar was situated.
Hewitt had just completed the
order for his sister and Enid Brom-
ley and was turning in search of
Dawson, when his eye lit upon two
long legs protruding from the lower
portion of a long chair. He crossed
the intervening space on tip-toe. The
occupant of the chair beamed up at
him.
''Hullo, old son! l was wondering
when you was going to turn up"
Peter" returned the Commits
sioner reproachfully, ''if you have
lost every shread of respect for regu-
lations-and myself, you might at
least have had the decency to report
your arrival to Monica!'
The man with the Chinese eyes
remained unmoved.
''I called at the bunga1ow-but
your orderly informed me you were
eating the air! I came on here to
find you absorbed in a game of ten
mis-"
Hello, you old devil!'' greeted
Dawson.
Pennington rose YEARLY.
Jack: who's the lady?"
They converge around a bamboo
table and a Chinese boy set a tray in
front Of them.
Hewitt rubbed his hands together
bad, eh?''
She's not bad" conceded Penning-
ton. BIT on the thin side! Not feel
ing smitten, hope?"
Hewitt changed the subject
abruptly.
'How's the Yellow Seven affair pro-
ceeding?"
You know we settled Nyi-Hau-
the Teller responsible for looting a
train?"
The Commissioner moved rest
lessly.
Dawson told me. I gather Moor
house had a narrow squeak Chat
Hung escaped by a window-and you
followed. What happened them"
Peter Pennington crossed his legs
and stared pensively through the
doorway.
Il set my jungle-telegraph buzz
ing. rounded up my little crowd Of
rown-skinned agents and succeeded
in roping in the young men of local
village. We got going and fell upon
the bandits bodyguard hip and thigh.
Chai-Hung wormed his way out of
the charmed circle, headed for the
river-and left the island in a tong.
kong, disguised as cargo Of some sort
or other"
Hewitt sprang to his feet
You don't mean to tell me he's
left Borneo?"
The other nodded.
It's even whispered that he snen+
a couple Of nights in Singapore: bur -
he added reassuringly. hes sneaked
back again and succeeded in making
a landing at Kudat-under the eyes
Of our own people"
Dawson whistled softly.
Know where he tsp"
Within nmits-yes. There's some.
thing afoot, however. that I don't ex.
actly understand. My chief of staff
bat-Pilai-knocked across a proni.
nent member Of the Yellow Seven the
night before last. I haven't inquired
too closely into the exact methods en-
ployed to extort the information, but
the Brighter went as far to admit the
possibility Of a gigantic coup"
Where is this fellow now?" asked
Dawson.
A far-away expression had come into
Pennington's eyes.
1T turned out that he was the
man who held Rabat- Pilai's arms while
Chai-Hung tortured him.
Hewitt shuddered.
Il don't think you need tell us anv
more"
L shall be going up country again
tomorrow. To tell you the truth. I've
been having a pretty tough time of
It. L just ached for a suit of decent
clothes, smell of the sea and a look
at you ALL"
Inc steward approached them. His
tray held two empty glasses from
which straws protruded-and a leaf
torn from Monica's notebook. Hewitt
glanced at it.
The girls have gone on home" he
announced. Dawson. old son. we're
counting on you for makan." He
looked at Pennington. You'll dine
with us, of course?"
Thanks. I'm still in ignorance as
to the identity of your charming part
ner at tennis"
Dawson grinned.
The lady with the blue-black
tresses is a certain Enid Bromley
daughter Of Chard Bromley, new
manager of the Baniak- Baniak rubber
estate. Sheltering himself behind the
plausible excuse that the late manager
was assassinated by the Yellow Seven
and that the district wasn't any too