The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-24
NEA Service. Inc. 1923

This unusual series of stories deals
with the exploits Of "Chinese" Pen
nington, detective sent by his gov
eminent to British North Borneo ia
run to earth The Yellow Seven, a
gang of Chinese bandits.
Chinese Pennington stumbled up
the steps of the Commissioners bun
galow and threw himself at full
length in long chair.
Captain Hew.tt-immersed in the
fourth attempt to bring to success
full conclusion game of patience
swept the cards into a jumbled heap
"That you. PENN"
The man with the Chinese eyes
moved restlessly.
cts EN- all right!-I'm dead beat. u
The Commissioner crossed to where
a lacquered tray rested on table
and measured out what he knew to
be Pennington's habitual tot:
Pennington reached out for the
tumbler. Hewitt, old son. I've
reconnoitered the complete coast
line of British North Borneo since
saw you last. The Chat Hung affairs
nearing its final stages. The bandit
knows it and will probably make u
desperate attempt to quit the island
altogether.
The Commissioner yawneG He
had had heavy day and it was ten
minutes short Of midnight.
! ,"He's been away BEFORE" he re-
minded the younger man; "but he S
rolled up again, with unfailing rcgu-
larity."
Pennington's fingers CROPPED in q
pocket, searching for his pouch and
cigaret-papers.
"Things have never been so hot
for our enemy as they are at this
moment. The secret society of which
Chai-Hung is the head has to lie
pretty low in these days, you can
take it from me; the Yellow Seven's
| becoming a back number; it's weeks
| since the yellow card with the seven
black dots went abroad with its mes
sage of death. It's Chat lungs
amazing personality alone that has
kept the fire smoldering that we've
exerted every effort to extinguish."
He blew out long breath of smoke.
! ITS been a wonderful experience
Hewitt, in spite of all our set backs
There's something exhilarating in
tackling worthy enemy"
Hewitt smiled.
"I'm glad you think so! For my
part I'm utterly fed-up with our yell
low friend"
| / "Of course you are. You want to
place Chai-Hung in convenient
cover and pigeon-hole him for ever
more You sent for me to lay him
by the heels, lord knows how many
weary months ago-and I'm still at
it. For sixteen solid days I've been
acting as sort of railway porter
slamming doors on Mr.. Chai-Hung
Every planter owning an inch of
coast is on the qui vive-or says he
is. After so many assurances of
I loyalty and devotion to, duty; l had
to sit down in quiet corner and con-
slider who was the unclean hound
that was letting us down. Fortu-
nately it appears there's only one
His place is under observation. It's
| sheer assumption of course, but I'm
prepared to swear I'm right"
The Commissioner leant forward
in his chair. ~,
"Who is it," he demanded in low
voice.
"Domberg."
"The Dutch manager at Kasih
aver" D
The other nodded.
II arrived at my conclusion by 4
process of elimination, My first
scrutiny left me with three possiblcs
all situated wide apart. spent
the best part of a fortnight in the
Immediate vicinity Of each Of 'em :
and the Kasih-ayer estate romped
home, an easy first"
"Domberg!" murmured Hewitt
shaking his head from side to side
and frowning deeply. I'D never
have thought it,
stranger things have happened
than that. hai-Hung himself was
our most respected Chinese resident
at one time, if you remember. M,
esteemed chief-of-staff- lone Rabat
Pilai-tells me that at certain sea
sons there's more cargo surrepti
tiously discharged at Kasih-ayel
than The customs authorities evel
dreamed Of"
"I'll put them wise in the morn
ing" said the Commissioner between
his teeth.
\ Pennington's head fell on tn
others arm.
"Dont do that--or you'll spoi
everything. 1t won't do to let eithe
Domberg or Chai-Hung suspect we've
the place under observation. Pa!
'em out sufficient rope and you'll
find they'll both hang themselves a
Kasih-ayer."
what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to bed" returned Chi
nese Pennington, grinning namely.
/ damn you'll" retored Hewitt pc
litely. -
Thanks! How's Monica. by tn,
bye|
4 A voice from the other side Of tn
partition cut into the Commissioner
reply. 1t was q feminine voice of a,
exceedingly pleasing timbre. II wa
wondering when you were going y
ask that! Forty-nine minutes unde
our hospitable roof-and never syl