The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-07-20
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card, ne suggested.
The commissioner shook his head
1T was possibly intended to look
like one, but the coloring was differ
ent. The background is, l believe,
invariably white. This was yellow.
am inclined to attach good deal
of Importance to this card, Mr.. ChSi-
Hung. fancy this theft was no
common theft, the perpetrator no
ordinary thief"
Chat Hung regarded his watch.
"What is your theory, Captain Hew-
lit, if ! may ask?"
II believe that this affair is Not
wholly unconnected with the pres
ent wave of anti-British feeling that
prevails everywhere. look at it as
carefully calculated plan to cause
considerable annoyance to promi
nent Englishman; the work, in fact,
of secret society. Be that as it
may" he concluded abruptly, I'm
in about the biggest hole I've drop
ped into during the whole of my
official career"
HAS it ever occurred to you'll
asked the oriental blandly, "that
secret society in the east is very
much the same as trade union in
the west?"
"Then you don't agree with met"
Hardly"
"But", cried Monica excitedly,
chow do you account for the yellow
severn" ,d,,.s
Chai-Hung leaped to his feet and
stood glazing at her, his fists clench-
ing and unclenching in his efforts
to choke down the fury that con-
sumed him. .,s .,;.
"What do you know of the Yellow
Severn" he demanded fiercely.
She regarded him in amazement.
why" she retorted innoceatly,
"it was yellow-and there were
seven dots"
The oriental swallowed something
in his throat.
"Of course. / was forgetting" he
admitted, half to himself. "I'll do
everything possible, Captain Hewitt"
At the entrance he turned.
"Good-afternoon, Captain Hewitt.
NOOd-uay, mrs. Vlney.
He was off at rapid pace and the
commissioner watched his red pager
umbrella until it was out of sight.
He turned to find Pennington at
his elbow.
"Good Lord, man! How did you get
here?"
The other grinned. The only thing
that was remarkable about Peter
Pennington was the angle at which
his eyes were set on an otherwise
youthful countenance. They ran OBJ
liquely and were as celestial in ap-
pearance as those of the great Chat
Hung.
"Came as far as the sun-blinds,"
Pennington explained Heard the
sound of vOices-and retreated to the
kitchen-entrance. Found your offlle
damn sight cooler than the outer
atmosphere"
The commissioner surveyed him
doubtfully.
you've been listening"
Il always listen" admitted the
newcomer unabashed. "It's my job"
Il suppose you gathered that our
oriental acquaintance is a washout
as far as this affair is concerned"
said Hewitt gloomllyy
The younger man leant against the
wall and began rolling cigaret,
Afternoon, Mrs. Whey! Hot, isn't
it?"
"Frightfully. Mr.. Pennington, you
don't really think Mr.. Chai-Hung
will help Jack, do you? l think he's
a horrible mani" N
Know anything about Chai-Hpng?"
asked Pennington suddenly.
Hewitt started.
lies prosperous Chinese mer-
chant. He plants rubber as a sort of
profitable hobby. Chai-Hung's as
white as they make 'em, for all his
yellow hide"
And yet he refuses to help yAu ?"
mot at all. He promised to do
his best. hardly expected him to
send the damned pendant to me by
this evening"
Pennington turned and >gazed
thoughtfully toward a sea of infinite
blue. 800
"Thanks," he murmured driiy. 81
'""e S"eH tHat you place absolute
confidence in our friend?"
"Certainly. I've no reason to do
otherwise"
The younger man, swung slowly
round on his heel. He walked down
toward the kitchen quarters, theK
came back and stood in front of the
commissioners chair.
IF Chai-Hung knows as much of
the manners and customs of his peo-
pie as you are inclined to imagine, he
could have told you one thing at
ieast-if he had chosen. He could
have explained to you that the re-
covery OF the lost diamonds is every
moment becoming more difficult-be-
cause it is changing hands, with in
credible rapidity."
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