The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-24
:5NG yGGk0W SEVEN;
N The Wisdom Of ./2
NJ Rabat.P ilai c.
BY Edmund Smell.

liable of inquiry for poor Monica! For
a matter of seconds your fate hung
in the balance"
II know" said Pennington. 81 felt
it wobbling!"
The fairest widow east of Suez-as
Dawson had once termed her in an
effort to be poetic-sailed on to the
veranda attired in gorgeous kimono
of blue and silver. She settled her
self comfortably on the arm of PEN
nington's chair.
"Roll me cigaret, please-a nice
fat one. You are rather a devil,
aren't you? You spend half your
days wandering in the jungle wear
ing all sorts of unclean DISCUSSES,
chasing a fat, oily Oriental. When
ever you feel you require rest
from this absorbing occupation, you
wander in here at any old hour,
drink our whisky, and talk shop into
the ever-receptive ears of my brother.
Having exhausted every possible
subject of interest, it dawns upon
you that you've fiancee knocking
around somewhere. How's Monica,
by the bye!" She glanced down at
the cigaret, now nearing completion.
"As very special honor you may
moisten the paper and stick it down."
"Duty before pleasure, you know
said Pennington, striking a match.
Besides thought you'd gone to
bed"
81 had, but there was a mosquito
in my curtains-a particularly
hungry specimen-and couldn't
sleep. l say is Domberg really in
with Chai-Hung?" e.
The two men exchanged glanccs.
MONICA" demonstrated Hewitt,
"you've been listening!"
my poor benighted imbecile, the
wooden walls of this luxurious man.
sion act like so many sounding boards;
besides, have you ever encountered
the brand of woman that's going to
stuff cottonwood in her ears and
dive under the bedclothes when Sc
cret service agents are broadcasting
their exploits?"
Pennington screwed up his peculiar
eyes.
"Brutally disillusioned! Of all thu
women in the world l believed you
were the one who would"
who's Domberg, Jack? Isn't he
that nice old Dutchman with the gray
hair we met once in Sandakan?"
Hewitt stretched his long legs.
That's the Teller. l. must confess
l liked Domberg. Still. if Peter
says"
II don't say anything. For all 1
know Domberg may shave no active
hand in the affair at all, but the
troubles been traced to 'the Kasih-
aver area and, theoretically, he's re-
sponsible for anything that goes on
there"
The Commissioners began counting
on his fingers.
who's up there with him? Let's
see: Vance, Van. Daulen and Whit
taker. Fairy decent crowd, taking
them all round"
Hewitt rose slowly and began pac-
ing the veranda, his hands clasped
behind him.
There came a laundering Of
hooves from the white road at the
foot of the slope and, before Monica
could reach the rail, man had nego-
tIated the path and clambered up the
steps,. He halted on the threshold
as if the light dazzled him, then
hurled an accusing finger at Hewitt.
"Look here, Captain Hewitt, I'm
in no mood to pick my words. l want
to know when you're going to put
an end to this Yellow Seven bust
ness"
The Commissioner poised himself
on the table.
DEAL" he said coolly, "if l knew who
I've ridden every inch of the way
you were."
"I'm Van Daulen-of Kasihayer.
"I'm Van Daulen-of Kasih-ayer.
from there tonight"
did Domberg tell you to Gomez
demanded Pennington.
The newcomer shot glance at the
speaker.
II came here to see the Commits
sioner," he returned pointedly, "but
since you ask it, Domberg didn't tell
me anything; he couldn't-he's
dead!"
For fully minute silence reigned
on the broad veranda.
Hewitt was the first to speak.
"How did he die?" Van Daulen?"
The Dutchman cleared his throat.
"He was poisoned. Whitaker found
him in his office. A fine metal point
had been placed in his penholder-
just where the forefinger pressed.
I'VE assume he just picked the thing
up-and the poison that had been
smeared on it got into his blood"
"How do you know this was the
work Of the Yellow Severn"
%There was yellow patch painted
on the side of the building, ornament
ed with seven black smudges."
"A large patch ?" inquired the man
in the chair.
about yard long,I should say,
and roughly foot across"
Nobody observed wandering about
the estate complete with paint-pot
and brushes?"
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