The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-02
NEA Service. Inc. 1929
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lives with her brother, Captain
John Hewitt. Commissioner Of Pc
lice at Jeyselton, British North Bor.
neo. Peter Pennington is hired BY
the government to apprehend Chat
Hung, leader of The Yellow Seven
a gang, Of chinese bandits. Lien.
Yin, former agent of Chai-Hung
comes to Captain Hewitt with .
great bronze jar which he de.
ciares contains the ashes of Chat
Hung. Hewitt doubts the report OF
ChalHung death.
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He placed the jar carefully on (;
corner Of the desk.
"Im sorry, jack" she said weari.
ly. II didn't want to disturb you
but the sheer loneliness of the place
is getting on my nerves. just had
to come in" She slipped into the
chair he had pushed forward, and
the kitten, freeing itself with ar
effort, began chasing a giant cock.
roach across the floor.
you've got touch of fever,
suggested Hewitt sympathetically.
Better take a stiff dose Of qu,nine
and turn in, jan
She smiled family.
II don't think. It's fever. It's this
awful uncertainty. I'm worried
about-Mr. Pennington. He's beer
on the island too long. The natives
must be getting to know him.
haven't slepti for nights. 'I've beer
picturlng him wandering through
the jungle on this wild-goose-c chase
for that creatures tomb, with the
followers of Chat Hung on his track.
The Commissioner perched himself
| on the table.
Hell come back all right" he de-
clared, aware all the time of a GER
tain unacceptable huskiness in his
throat. Pennington always does"
Her Eaze travelled to the bronze
jar.
SIS that the thing?" she demanded
DULY.
Hewitt nodded.
She left her chair and crept for
ward, half-fearfully, her hands out
stretched in front of her. Present.,
she stood before the jar, looking
wistfully down at it.
"And to think-that everything
depends on that!-everything, al
least, that matters!"
The Commissioner jerked up hi.
head and stared hard at the wall ,ir
front of him. He did not want tt
discover how Monica knew, but the
very fact that she did know startled
him. In the silence that followed
he caught the measured tread of tn.
sentry on duty outside, the insistent
hum of nocturnal insects, the pat
| tering of the absurd kitten acros:
the boards. On tray by the book.
shelf there reposed a decanter ant
Tglasses. He went over to it ant
poured out a stiff tot.
She took it unquestionably, making
a WY face as the spirit burnt he,
throht. 'i' - ~ 3 ~
"So-Pennington does matter ?
he said quietly.
The warm blood mounted to he
cheeks.
"Of course"
ppm glad of that"
| He was placing the glass back OF
the tray when he realized that hi.
sister had followed him across tn,
| room. ~
"Must we keep that wretched jal
here? Can't you just look int.
make sure-and send it back t,
them again 2" -
He shook his head and laughed t,
dispel certain uncomfortable in
ward feeling that Mohica's presen
mood inspired.
"That's the devil of it," he toll,
her. II can't find out how it works.
She surveyed him for some mo
ments, her head on one side.
"Why don't you send for black
smith-or somebody-and force i
open ?" Sp.
II should scarcely like to do that
You see, it wouldn't be policy to pro
woke any further unplea santness b,
deliberately committing sacrilege
Besides, it's an uncommonly fin
urn" He looked down at his watch
slime. we got to bed. Lien-Yin'
coming round in the morning-an,
then we shall know all about it."
She clutched at his sleeve.
"Jack, / can't sleep here with tina
thing in the house, I've been feeling
perfectly horrible ever since the.
brought it here. You call it nerves,
know, but I've seen things at the win
dow"
what sort of things?"
II can't quite explain. Just vague
shadowy objects. That was wha
made me come to you. could hav'
sworn heard them breathing an.
once-for fraction of second
two hands-like claws-rested on tn
sill. l should have gone mad if
had stayed" s,@#
In spite of himself, the Commits
sioner glanced at the wide open aper
ture through which the cool nigh
air filtered. His keen gaze fell upol
nothing but the rectangular patch O
blackness she had expected to see. HI
walked deliberately to it and tosset
the end Of his cigar into the garden
"There is nothing there, you see,
he declared. II tell you what it is
Monica. You're worrying too mucl
about young Pennington, and 20,
want a holiday. II you take smy ad
vice, you'll get married as soon a
he comes back-and get him to tax,
you for long sea trip"
aren't you looking rather IA
ahead?" said Monica demurely. "Yo,
forget-he hasn't asked me yeti"
The Commissioner tapped tn,
bronze jar with his. finger nail. "No
but he will as soon as show hin
that. He was only waiting for proc
that our enemy was dead" 81
She came slowly back toward tn
urn.