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, ut is not such a difficult thing,
after all" he told her. zone day
soon, when L shall tell you, l will
give you a parcel to take to this
Chinaman. You will say to the man
at the opium-house that the head of
the white man is there, but you can
only show it to the orang-China who
has the silver hand. He will take
you with him and, at a little distance
| shall follow carefully. Come to me
every evening until hat day -
Goodnight
She left the rail and came toward
him hesitatingly, her arms out
stretched in front of her..
IT have no home" she said softly.
will not the Tuan-Hakim let me
stay?"
There was a choking sensation In
his throat as Moorhouse avoided her
gaze. He shook his head.
1T would be neither good for you
nor for me, little silver hand" he
stammered. He turned abruptly to-
ward the door of the inner room to
indicate that the p~alaVer was at an
end.
Presently something clattered to
| the foor-and the girl was gone.
He swung slowly round on his heel
and saw the thing that she had
dropped. 1t was a knife with a long
steel blade and q yellow handle or
namented with black dots. He
stopped and recovered it; as he did
so he recognized the grim sign of the
Yellow Seven.
Moorehouse was not a little sur
prised when, emerging from his
room at shortly after seven, he
caught sight or a long, youthful hg-
ure comfortably installed in the only
easy chair the bungalow possessed.
Morning. Moorhouse!"
The d. Q. laughed.
"Hullo, Pennington! When the
deuce did you roll up ?"
Chinese Pennington stretched him
self and sat up.
"Oh, somewhere in the early hours.
Met your black chow in the garden.
He was barking at the moon-and
the few odd shouts he did on my ac-
count didn't appear to make much
difference"
He moved his legs to n side and
the magistrate squatted down on the
foot rest.
mot too bad. I had an interesting
piece of news last night. I've struck
a black girl who's promised to guide
US to Chai-Hung."
Pennington pursed up his lips.
"Women are the very deuce!" he
declared. I'D like to be reasonably
sure-before I embark upon this
campaign-that your lady friend
isn't contemplating leading us to the
devil
The Oriental Eyes that had some
how found their way into a purely
Anglo-Saxon c-ountenance wandered
slowly round the walls.
I'm inclined to put my shirt on
this particular girl" said Moorhouse,
and told him the story of the silver
hand.
All through the narrative the man
with the Chinese eyes kept them
fixed upon his host.
80 that's your heroine!" he re-
marked as the other concluded.
The magistrate started.
Know her? ?"
"I rather imagine 1 do. She's a
Dyak girl who drifted into B. N. B..
from Sarawak. A rather unique
character with a touch of white
blood in her veins. AS far as l re-
member, she had a billet once with
the Sultan of Brunei and possibly
boned those hands from his treasure
house when he engaged another pre-
mier danseuse."
"Why did he fire her?"
81 gather she was rather a dis
turbing element IN his household.
with a marked leaning toward in
trigue. Hewitt could tell you more
about her than l an. He had her
name on his books for some time,
but decided there was a screw loose
somewhere-and let her go. Guaya!
She's certainly a remarkable wo-
mani"
"Guaya?"
That's her name-or, rather, she
says it's her name.'
Warehouses; jaw dropped.
"All things considered, I sup
we'd better wash her out of it alto
gether and try and get a smack at
Chai-Hung through other chan
nels 2"