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more-and keep your eyes OPEN
What am 1 to look for?" inquired
Dora innocently.
"A Chinese playing card with a
yellow face upon which seven black
dots are printed If ever you should
hear Of these, send for me at once.
If there's nobody to send-come to me
yourself"
rs that alp"
He followed her to the top of the
short fight.
Just one other thing. If a China
> man should offer you a fan, accept il
without comment. 1t will be in a silk
case. On no account remove that
case. Bring it to me, as it is
She held out a slim hand.
you don't explain very clearly
why a fan should be offered to mer'
It's merely a superstition on my
part, based on two things. The first
being that, unless my calculations
are sadly at fault, our Oriental
friend has chosen this territory for
his next area of operations.
! The girl started.
And the second?"
| Pennington smiled queerly.
There have already been two re-
cipients Of these fans in Borneo," he
said, and both of them were singu-
larry beautiful women
It was toward the end of the sec
ond week of Penningtons stay at
Hyde's bungalow that he began to
display signs of impotence. In des-
peration, he cast around for some
tangible clew that might serve to
assist him in his search for Chat
Hung-and his eye fell upon Lai-
Ho, the servant who had dropped
the tray.
There was a certain amount Of
sickness In Hyde's coolie-Hnas and.
for that reason. LaIHo had been
told-off to attend to the wants Of
both the genial planter and his
guest, an arrangement which-if it
were not altogether agreeable to the
Chinaman-gave Pennington ample
opportunity Of observing closely the
man through whom he vaguely hoped
to trace Chai-Hung.
They were sitting one evening
over their afterdinner cigars, when
Hyde, who was cropping for some
thing in a trouser pocket, uttered a
muffled exclamation and withdrew
| his hand. The thing that he held
between finger and thumb fiuttered
to the cloth and both men, springing
to their feet bent in speechless
amazement over a Chinese playing
card. The black back of the thing
lay uppermost and Pennington
turned it over with his nail.
1t was Hyde who broke the silence.
The Yellow Sevenw he muttered
hoarsely. II wonder"
| Before he could complete the SEN
| tence Pennington had wrenched open
| the door, sending Lai-Ho, who had
been listening on the other side, pitch
ing forward on his face. Something
shot from the region Of his waist and
rolled to the planters feet. 1t was
knife with long. thin blade and
a handle of buffalo horn.
Hyde stopped to pick It up and
| Pennington, his hands resting lightly
on his hips. surveyed the PROSTATE
! Oriental with interest.
Get up, my friend" he advised
him coldly. There are many ques-
tions would like to ask YOU" He
pointed to the card, which still lay
on the table. who gave you that
Yellow Severn"
Lai-Ho scrambled to his feet ana
backed toward the doorway, his eyes
blazing fury. Suddenly, rs Penning
ton sought to intercept him, the en-
tire expression Of the swarthy features
changed, and the Englishman realized
that Lai-Ho was looking beyond him.
At the same moment a cry from Hyde
brought Pennington round on his
heels in time to see a bamboo pole,
propelled from without. shatter the
lamp-glass and plunge the room into
darkness.
The faint light from a match the
planter held shaded between his fin
gers was sufficient to assure them
that Lai-Ho had disappeared.
What are you going to do?" de-
manded Hyde, striking two together
and mounting chair.
Pennington had already reached the
veranda rail and was peering into
the blackness of the tropic night.
Follow, old SOM" he shouted back
over his shoulder. Follow for all
I'm worth!
He vaulted lightly to the soft earth
below and the planter, relinquishing
his attempt to relight the lamp, Joined
him.
Seen anything?"
The other nodded.
There were two of EN-. They
were making for the bottom of the
slope. Are you coming?"
Most certainty. It's ages since
! had any excitement to speak Of"
~ fancy 1 can promise you some"
returned Pennington grimly. Come
on"
On the open ground between the
| huts they encountered a Sikh watch
man who had just passed two men
making for Bateson's side of the plan
tation. He had noticed that they We're
GREATNESS with running, and he
thought one Of them was the man
ayers servant.
Presently they were in the open
padi-lands, the incessant droning OF
insects in their ears, and the two
fugitives clearly visible a bare quar-
ter-of-a-mile distant. Pennington was
forging ahead at such a pace that the
kplanter found 1t difficult to keep up
with him. In twenty minutes they
had halved the distance that streached
between them and their quarry. Half
an hour later-and Hyde had recog-