The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-21
BY Edmund Smell.

The Commissioner moved restless
~.
Dawson told me. I gather Moor
house had narrow squeak. Chat
Hung escaped by window--and you
followed. What happened then? ?"
Peter Pennington crossed his legs
and stared pensively through the
doorway.
II set my jungle-telegraph buzz
ing, rounded up my little crowd of
brown-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
toug-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.
cts even whispered that he spent
couple of nights in Singapore;
but" he added reassurlngly, "he's
sneaked back again and succeeded i'm
making q landing at Kudat-under
the eyes of our own people,"
Dawson whistled softly.
know where he is ?"
"Within linits-yes. There's some
thing afoot, however. My chief of
staff-Rabat Pilai-knocked across a
prominent member of the Yellow
Seven the night before last. haven't
inquired too closely into the exact
methods employed to extort the in
formation, but the Brighter went as
far to admit the possibility of a gil
gantic COUP"
"Where is this Teller now?' asked
Dawson.
far-away expression had come
into Pennington's eyes.
ut turned out that he was the
man who held Rabat- Pilai's arms
while Chai-Hung tortured him.
Hewitt shuddered.
81 don't think you need tell us any
MORE"
II shall be going up-country again
tomorrow. To tell you the truth, Ive
been having a pretty tough time of
it. l just ached for suit of decent
clothes, a smell Of the sea and a look
at you ALL"
The steward approached them. His
tray held two empty glasses from
which straws protruded-and 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
partner at tennis"
Dawson grinned.
"The lady with the blue-black
tresses is certain Enid Bromley
daughter of Chard Bromley, new
manager of the Baniak- Baniak rub
Der estate. Sheltering himself be-
hind the plausible excuse that the
late manager was assassinated by
the Yellow Seven and that the dis
trict wasn't any too healthy for a
white girl, our scheming superior
has arranged for Miss Enid to oc-
cupy a spare room in his bungalow
and keep Mrs. Whey company"
shut up, Dawson! The point
that ought to interest you, Peter, is
that Bromley's London directors are
offering reward of $1,000 for the
arrest >of ChaiHung."
Are they, by Jove? A new man.
ager at Baniak-Baniak. too! That
accounts for the activity l noticed
when l passed through"
What sort of activity"
They're tackling that new area;
got a crowd of natives hewing the
forest all round them"
A group of government men
ushered in the fall of darkness, fol-
lowed at intervals by club members
of varied callings, who waited in by
twos and threes to swell the num-
bers of those who were already in oc-
cupation. A young Englishman--
evidently q newcomer-paused on
the threshold as if in search of some
body-then walked straight up to
Pennington.
"How do, PENN"
The man with the extraordinary
eyes came to his feet.
"Gwynne! What the devil are
you doing here ?"
The newcomer lowered his voice.
There's not lot going on in
Singapore, so they thought I'd like
the trip. I caught sight of Chai-
Hung for a couple of seconds out
side Raffles.' tracked him to La
buan--and then lost the trail alto
gether. I'm to report to you for
duty"
,"Good man! Hewitt, this is Joce-
lyn Gwynne. Dawson wynne! Mr..
Gwynne-Mr. Dawson"
He sat down again.
so you actually saw -Hung?"
said the Commissioner presently.
Gwynne nodded. He was short,
sturdy youth, square-headed and
fair-headed.
Just before the trouble began out
here. l met Chai-Hung Mt Johore-
and his face is not one that easily
slips the memory. Since then, of
course, the old blightcr's lost hand,
which makes Identification easier,
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