Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-07-28
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Peter Pennington, detective, is
detailed by the government to run
to earth The Yellow Seven, a gang
of Chinese bandits. He suspects
Chai-Hung, influential Chinese, of
being their leader. Monica Whey is
the sister of Captain John Hewitt,
Commissioner of Police at Jessel-
ton. British North Borneo. Penning-
ton goes to Ketatan after receiving
a letter from a rubber planter nam
ed Brabazon. The daughter of
Chai-Hung lures Brabazon into the
garden of her fathers home in
ketatan.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
A girl came suddenly down the
path-a slim, youthful figure in
light blue, bordered with bands of
black, and, entering the shrine, fell
PROSTATE before the altar.
The man who had scaled the wall
e~xtinguished his cigaret and crept
into q clump of bushes where he lay
prone. For a space of many min
utes Suey-Koo-the daughter of
Chai-Hung-bowed her head before
the bronze Presently she
came slowly to her feet. at the same
time drawing a narrow, black cyl
inder from a voluminous sleeve.
The head of the watcher in the
bushes jerked upward and the
Chinaman's eye fell upon a naked
blade, flashing ven in the diffused
light of the little joss-house, a
knife that the Misunderstanding
cylinder had concealed.
A whistle came from the dark
ness beyond the pallisade, and Suey-
koo slipped the dagger u of sight.
She passed the bush so closely that a
faint whiff of alluring perfume watt
ed to the nostrils of the intruder.
One of the smaller gates swung
open and an Englishman with a
broad, handsome fade stepped
through. He took the tiny hands of
the Chinese girl and bent over them,
then saluted her-in the I'M of
the Westerners-full on the lips.
From his hiding-place, the man
IN greasy black heard the soft, COO
ing laughter of the girl, the deep,
easy tones of the Englishman as he
spoke to her. The moon stole be-
tween the palm-trees, as they walk
ed together toward the screen of
oiled paper and woven cane hat
served to keep the evil spirits from
the house of Chai-Hung and then,
as they paused IN the center of the
hower-bordered path, a thing hap
pened that perpleXed the unseen on
locker strangely. The man in white
duck slipped both arms round the
girl, drawing her to him: A truant
ray of silver light fell across her
flushed cheeks as through lids half
closed she looked up into her lovers
face. Suddenly she pushed him
violently from her, her slim right
hand cropping in the depths of her
sleeve. With a queer half-cry, half
sob, she disengaged the knife that
nestled in its glossy sheath-and
it with all the strength she
I'D command into the under
with. A moment later she lay
eping in the E~nglishman's arms.
a strange freak of chance, the
Weapon struck a branch and
dropped a couple of yards from
where the Chinaman lay.
With a weird, twisted smile, the
man stretched u a long, lean arm
and secured it. He looked up to
see that a hidden panel in the screen
had been drawn aside, revealing the
race Oh Cndl-f1uHS, |uiueOuSlS us
torted until 1t resembled that of a
CHASTITY idol. The panel closed, the
lovers moved on toward the build
ing, and the mysterious interloper
rose noiselessly and crept after
them.
The Englishman and the girl
disappeared beyond the screen and,
as If at a given signal, the deep
tones of a native gong rang out
suddenly in the blackness. The
Chinaman dro1ped instinctivAly,
f1attening out until nothing was to
be seen above the lank grass into
which he had fallen, and the whole
Enclosure within the ~pallisade burst
suddenly into life, pattering with
the noise of bare and sandaled
feet.
The Yellow Seven had called -
and the legions of the great Chat
Hung converged on the trap into
which the white man had fallen,
eager for the sacrificed Shadowy
forms swept on to the path and van