Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-07-24
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9aIis at the home of John Hewitt,
commissioner of Police at Jesselton,
4 British North Borneo, to tell of :he
death of Mr.. Allison, victim of a
gang Murder. Peter Pennington is
detailed by the government to run to
earth The Yellow Seven, a gang Of
Chinese bandits. Monica Whey lives
with her brother, Captain Hewitt.
Pennington suspects Chai-Hung of
being leader of the bandits. Hewitt
procures a warrant for the arrest of
shai-Hung.
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"Chai-Hung called here this after
noon.'
Hewitt started.
.'This afternooni" he echoed in
credulously.
She nodde%.
"He asked if you were in-and
said he was going away for some
time. Mr.. Pennington was here, too.
He'll tell you all about it,"
The Commissioner passed a weary
hand over his black hair.
where is Pennington now?'
II 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 blackness.
Standing half in the shadow of a
stunted palm, she saw a tall, gaunt
figure. wearing a loose costume of
pale blue material. Monica caught
her brothers sleeve and pulled him
forward.
"There's a man out there, Jack"
she told him softly.
The Commissioner looked.
ITS Pennington, I suppose" he
rrowled presently. What the devils
he want to hang about the house
like that for!"
At that moment, the scareerow
raised an arm and beckoned.
How are we for time?"
She consulted her wrist-watch.
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-
v~erberating in the stiffness of the
veranda. Her brother was nowhere
to be seen. She hurried down the
passage to his room, tapped on the
door, then, getting no response, look
ed in. The room was empty and a
glance sufficed to tell her he had not
been there since his return. The
eatiy piled clean clothes were still
70 the servant had put them.
mind slightly troubled, she in
I'D his office. AS she stepped to-
q the writing-table, a grim ems
Impending disaster swept oven her.
thrust it from her resolutely, and
hssed onward. Both hands rest
on the wooden surface, she gazed
brror-stricken before her at a dag
arAxith 2 gilt. handle that stuck up
~ hit in the table, its thin steel blade
4 paling a heap of torn paper frag-
VI snts. Dimly, as her powers of rea-
ming stole back to her, she real
IL sd that the tattered document was
E te warrant for the arrest of Chat
ung, and hat the yellow handle of
te knife bore sever distinct black
eots on the side that was turned to-
ward her-four or the upper half
and three below.
Suddenly she became ware that
Pennington-serene, immaculate -
was at her elbow.
She swung round on him fiercely.
'Mr. Pennington, what does all
this mean? Where Is Jack? What
have you done with him?"
Pennington was frankly puzzled.
Jack? Captain Hewitt? 7 haven't
seen him. Isn't he back YETI"
Monica caught her breath.
Somebody beckoned to him from
the garden" she raced on wildly.
I'VE both thought 1t was you. Jack
went out. He hasn't dressed for
makan, and there's that on his table.
For Gods sake, tell me what it all
means?"
Pennington guided her to a chair.
then bent over the dagger. A sec
ond later, he had rushed from the
room toward the kltchen-quarters.
She heard the volub1e tones of the
eook-boy. a yell of pain. the drag
Z ging of a heavy body along the floor
and the servant was flung like a sack