Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-08-16
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I countries are scarcely in the habit
of accepting gifts from fascinating
dancing girls. Moorhouse had estab-
lished it pretty clearly in the local
mind that the girl was to be found
and brought to him, that he might
have an opportunity of returning to
her the missing property.
This was a month ago and still no
trace had been found of the girl with
the islver hands. But, although hu-
man memory is inclined to be short
lived and many events were
crammed into four short weeks of
Moorhouse's existence, that one in
cident It the padi-harvest kept crop
ping up when the curtain Of night
dropped suddenly and the d. o. was
free to indulge in his glass of whis-
key at shutdown, his long chair, his
bath and the company of his dog.
As Moorhouse lay, inert, waiting
for the native boy to announce the
arrival of dinner, an orderly in round
hat and bare feet battered up the
steps and, saluting respectfully, pre-
scented the district officer with a let
ter that had just arrived by native
runner
Dear Moorhouse," it ran More
trouble for you. I'm afraid. Hhe
Yellow Seven business has broken
out again and three planters nave
been attacked, one of them fatally.
Carbohydrates of the gang--has
been traced to your area. Am send
ing reinforcements. Cooperate with
Dawson and do your best to round
up. Pennington will be with you al
most NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS."
He rose somewhat YEARLY to his
feet and, crossing to the lamp, read
the missive again. Presently he
glanced up sharply.
"All right"
The orderly saluted and disap-
peared.
The magistrate studied his toe
against a corner of the bookcase,
swore softly to himself and shouted
for his slippers. While awaiting the
advent of the boy, he dug out a
photograph of the bandit and sur
veyed it curiously. He saw q fat
Oriental through a pair of horn
trimmed spectacles. At the time
when the picture was made, Chat
Hung had been the most respected
Celestial in the archipelago; today,
thanks to the efforts of Chinese Pen
nington, the robber-chief stood re-
vealed in his true colors.
The boy shuffled in with the slip
pers, but still Moorhouse did not
stir. He was thinking of the Yellow
Seven and the resourcefulness of its
notorious leader. Hitherto his dis
trict had been mercifully free from
the unwelcome attentions of the
organization to which almost every
Chinaman on the island belonged;
but Dawson had had considerable
dealings with Chai-Hung, and Moor.
house was asked to cooperate with
Dawson.
1t was with mixed feelings that he
sat down to table and dissected {
| helping of buffalo meat. He was ir
the act of consigning Hewitt, DaT'
son, Chai-Hung and Pennington t,
the deuce when the black chow shot
barking. from the kitchen quarter:
on to the veranda. The magistrate
gazing through the open doorway
! caught a glimpse of a dark form
dimly outlined against the black
ness.
"Tuan, will you call your dog"
The voice came from the stairs.
Moorhouse took the lamp from
the bracket and holding it beyond
the wooden rail, peered over. Pres
emily he uttered a muffled exclama-
ton and replaced the lamp. He
whistled up the dog.
Come here he commanded-and
the girl obeyed
You are the girl who danced in
the Kampon."
yah, tuan."
She held herself very erect and
Moorhouse noticed that the sarong
of shimmering green had given place
to n of terra-cotta. She leant al
most insolent1y against the veranda-
rail and surveyed the Englishman
calmly. He passed her a cigaret and
wondered where she had learnt to
light it over the chimney of a lamp.
What is your name?" he demand
ed presently.
II have no name"
Moorhouse moistened his lips.
Where do you come FROM"
At have no home"