New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1923-08-24
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Captain John Hewitt is Commits
stoned of Police at Jesselton, British
North Borneo His sister, Monica
Whey. is engaged to marry Peter
Pennington. who is detailed by thu
government to apprehend Chai- Hung
leader of The Yellow Seven. gang OF
Chinese bandits. Van Daulen rides
to Jesselton with the news OF the
murder of Domberg, the Dutch man
ager at Kasih-ayer. Rabat- Pilai,
chier-of-staff to Pennington, hates
Chat bitterly.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Van Daulen turned to the Com
missioner.
Captain Hewitt, must appeal to
you. I've come long distance to-
night to inform you of the serious
ness of the position of our territory,
not to answer absurd questions"
Sorry! ! thought you two had
possibly met before. Van Daulen,
this lis Pennington. He's responsible
for any action taken against Chai-
Hungand consequently entitled to ask
what questions he chooses. Have
JUu HACA UP d IOoht any
II expect there's room for me at
the Rest House. thanks"
well, drop in any time after 10 to-
morrow and we'll talk things over.
I'm sssry about poor Domberg. Good
night" 2E,
He was barely out of earshot when
Hewitt swung round on Pennington.
Rather blow to your theory,
what"
mot in the least!'5 -..
you'll never admit when you're
wrong" persisted the Commissioner
sadly. a.s... ,-
"And you'll never admit when I'm
right BY the way. keep young Van
Daulen in Jesselton as long as you
can. / shall be running UP to Kasih- |
aver tomorrow"
Hewitt drained his glass and made |
off down the passageway to his room,
.I,ll do my best" he shouted back
over his shoulder, "but Van Daulens
inclined to be impetuous.'
Peter" Monica demanded when
they were alone why do you go out
of your way to quarrel?"
Il don't"
But you do, dear. The way you
tackled that poor fellow, who'd rid
den goodness knows how many miles,
made me feel positively uncomfort-
able. He was dead beat, you know"
Il wonder who discovered the fine
metal point in the pen-holder-and
decided it had been smeared with
poison?' L
"You haven't been listening.
ton't believe you heard word
;aid."
4 He drew her to him.
i'Dear little woman, I've been lis
ening most patiently, but you see it's
Utterly impossible for you to under
stand my motives. I'm a queer,
umbled-up piece of machinery, some
lines actuated by reason, sometimes
~ a sort of sixth sense which Nature
rave me when she presented me with
Chinese eyes. That's why some {
lines talk as do. I'm not like that
With you"
II should hope not indeed" q
Nor with Jack or Dawson-or a
ven that prince of scarecrows Rabat-
'ilai. Do you remember what / was Ii
aging before Van Daulen came in?
'omebody at Kasih-ayer's in leagueI {
nth Chai-Hung--and I've got to put S
AZ finger on him and keep it there. a
{ might be Vance, Whitaker, their f
hief watchman. their Tamil apothe-
airy; 1t might, on the other hand, be n
AN Daulen. l jumped on him right Fl
way when, as you say, he was dead b
eat. Why? Because at such time
e was less likely to be on his guard. n
you've no earthly reason to sus- t
ect him." p
Except, said Pennington dream il
v, that when he stopped to put
nat pot Of yellow paint away cor n
or of his tunic dipped into it,"
Monica's brain reeled. t.
But"
.'He came away without bothering
, change. Perhaps you didn't no.
ce, but the bottom corners of his
sat curIed-and the bulk of the c.
ain was on the under side" .
Its still purely conjecture. He :,
light have gone right up to the sign
examine it,
Pennington smiled
HE might--if he'd troubled to in
,ect it with a ladder. The yellow
even il you remember was painted
, the side of Domberg's house-and
ombergs bungalow is built on piles
n feet or more above the ground"
She caught both sides of his coat
i'd forced him to look at her.
do be careful, Peter, for my
ke."
He ran his fingers caressingly
rough her curls.