The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-22

Der estate. Peter Pennington, en-
gagged by the government to appre
bend Chai-Hung, leader of The Yei
/ low Seven, gang Of Chinese ban
dts, loves HewItt's sister, Monte
| Whey. Jocelyn Gwynne comes {
Jesselton and tells Pennington tina
he knows Chard Bromley and tina
/ Bromley has no daughter.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
"Anyh ow. had been having spo
with Chard Bromley at the hotel
Just as ] was thinking Of pushin,
! off, notorious bad hat tried t,
touch him for money. Bromley,s
pretty decent little chap, taking min
all round, and / thought my inter
ference was justified Soames hadn'
heard what I'd said to Bromley, bu
! gathered from the look he gave m,
when he cleared that he underetooe
what had come between the rtante.
and his generosity. ! followed hin
out, partly out of curiosity and part
ly because / wanted an excuse 70,
going-and, leaning against the ston4
parapet, ! saw Chat Hung. He wa.
in pukka evening-kit and his shir,
front Was immaculate. About half I
dozen PAGES from him large ca,
was waiting. Soames walked straigh,
up to him and, before l could collec,
my senses, they had driven off to-
gether."
"Soames and Chai-Hung," muir
INJURED Pennington. Il don't think
remember Soames."
'Oh, he's an rather q
clever impersonator as a matter OF
fact-who washed out of revue
company while they were playing a,
Singapore. Drugs were his chic.
trouble, ] understand"
"Chard Bromley's over here now
said the Commissioner. "By the
way, you referred to him as little
Teller; l should hardly call Bromley
little, would you, Dawson?'
Dawson shook his head ponderous.
ly.
Scarcely"
Gwynne looked from one to the
other in amazement.
Are you sure? ?"
positive" The Commissioner
smiled condescendingly at the young
er man, who had crimsoned to the
roots Of his hair. "His daughter S
staying at my place now"
"Daughter?"
people do have daughters, you
know" put in Dawson.
Pennington laughed.
Come along, Cwynne. We're going
to rope you in for dinner with US
You'll be able to see for yourself
then. You've got hold OF. the wrong
man, old son; done it myself scores
Of times"
81 tell you l met Chard Bromley
in the bar at Raffles. He was lit
tie man, and I'm prepared to wager
he hadn't a daughter with him."
Hewitt rose to his feet, the others
following suit.
Someone's been pulling your Veg,
he told him. "Chard Bromley's here
all right ] happened to see his ere
dentials myself. and they were per-
fectly in order. He's talking about
arranging a gigantic housewarming
by the bye, in the bungalow the late
manager never lived to see complet-
ed. ! suppose everybody who's any.
body'll be there"
Pennington affected surprise.
"You going, Jack?"
81 Hnp,% xl,1x,
Commissioner.
"And Monica?"
"She's pretty keen on the notion. .
They left the clubhouse and de-
scended the steps that led to the
road. Dawson and Gwynne walked
in front.
"Bromley's areas still restless
said Pennington after a prolonged
pause. IF he raided the estate while
you were dancing. Chai-Hung'd stand
a fair chance Of bagging every i'm
portant functlonary in Borneo.
Hewitt laughed.
Twenty or thirty whites wo.- C
give your friend deuced' warm re-
ception. I'm not forgetting the yell
low Seven and I'll make it my bus
mess to insure nobody goes empty
handed"
Captain John Hewitt stretched
himself YEARLY, pushed from in
front of him the documents at which
he had been working after dinner,
and strolled out on to the veranda.
Both the living room and the We
randa were deserted. He cast q
quick glance round him and re-
marked that one of the most COM
Portable chairs was missing. Thirty
seconds. later he had succeeded in
tracing the dim outline of the miss
ing piece of furniture-not dozen
yards from the foot of the steps. A
single glowing spot-accentuated
against the blackness-indicate
that the chair was occupied.
Hewitt went down.
"That you, Peter?"
The pleasantly contralto tones Of
Enid replied to him.
mo, it's I, Captain Hewitt. The
others have gone down to the coast.
Mrs. Whey was anxious to discover
how the native fishermen spiked
fish"
He took the flight at couple of
strides and, selecting wicker stool,
placed it in the immediate proximity
Of Miss Bromley.