Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-08-20
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f, remained unmoved.
81 called at the bungalow-but
your orderly informed me you were
eating the air! I came on here to
find you absorbed in a game of ten
MIS-"
"Hullo, you old devil!" greeted
Dawson.
Pennington rose YEARLY.
Jack, who's the lady?"
They converged around a bamboo
table and a Chinese boy set a tray in
front of them.
Hewitt rubbed his hands together.
What d'you think of her? Not
bad, eh?"
She's not bad" conceded PEN
nington. bit on the thin side! Not
feeling smitten, 1 hope?"
Hewitt changed the subject abrupt
ly.
"How's the Yellow Seven affair
proceeding"
You know we settled Nyi-Hau-
the fellow responsible for footing a
train?"
The commissioner moved restless
ly.
Dawson told me. I gather Moor
house had a narrow squeak. Chat
Hung escaped by a window-and you
followed. What happened them"
Peter Pennington crossed his legs
and stared pensively through the
doorway.
81 set my jungle telegraph buzz
ing, rounded up my little crowd OF
brown skinned agents and succeeded
| an rnninn tn fhn rn4Yn0 m a of q lAOo1
village. We got going and fell upon
the bandits bodyguard hip and
thigh. Chai-Hung wormed his way
out of the charmed circle, headed for
the river-and left the island in a
tong-gong, disguised as cargo OF
some sort or other"
Hewitt sprang to his feet.
You don't mean to tell me he's
left Borneo?"
J The other nodded.
Its even whispered that he spent
a couple of nights in Singapore;
but" he added reassuringly. hes
sneaked back again and succeeded in
making a landing at Kudat-under
the eyes of our own people,"
Dawson whistled softly.
know where he is?"
NlLIlil lliIlllS yes. 1HtIS !
something afoot, however, that
don't exactly understand. My CHIEF
of staff, Rabat Pilai-knocked across
a prominent member of the Yellow
Seven the night before last. | haven
inquired too closely into the exacI
methods employed to extort the in.
formation, but the Brighter went al
far to admit the possibility of a gi-
gantic coup"
where is this fellow now?" asked
Dawson.
A far-away expression had com,
into Pennington's eyes.
ut turned out that he was thu
man who held Rabat-Pilai's arms
while Chai-Hung tortured him."
Hewitt s~huddered.
II don't think o need tell us an!
more"
II shall be going UP country agail
tomorrow. To tell you the truth, Tv'
been having a pretty tough time o
it. I just ached for a suit of decen
clothes, a smell of the sea and a lool
at you ALL"
The steward approached them. Hi
tray held two empty glasses from
which straws protruded-and a lea
torn from Monica's notebook. Hew
lit glanced at it.
The girls have gone on home" HI
announced. Dawson, old son, were
counting on you for makan." H
looked at Pennington. You'll din
! with us, of course 2"
Thanks. I'm still in ignorance a
to the identity of your charming
partner at tennis"
Dawson grinned.
1.-THE lady with the blue-blacl
tresses Is a certain Enid Bromley
daughter of Chard Bromley, new
manager of the Baniak-Baniak rub
Der estate. Sheltering himself be
hind the plausible excuse that tn
late manager was assassinated b.
the Yellow Seven and that the dis
trict wasn't any too healthy for
white girl, our scheming superior
has arranged for Miss Enid to oc'
cupy a spare room in his bungalow
and keep Mrs. Whey company"
shut up, Dawson! The poin'
that ought to interest you, Peter, i:
that Bromley's London directors are