Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-08-11
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IclcL 1SAlitliS lOlly QElGNAlNt, Is ell
gagged to marry Monica Whey. wild
owed sister of Captain John Hewitt,
ommissioner of Police at Jesselton
British North Borneo. Pennington
is detailed by the government to cap-
ture Chai-Hung, leader of The Vel
low Seven, a gang of Chinese bandits,
James VaTney, who lives at the head
of the Tembakut river, receives a
threatening message from The Vel
low Seven. Varney's fad is having
himself tattooed by Zara-Kahn, skill
ed t%attooer.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Come in here" he shouted. Var
ney appeared, rubbing his eyes. He
blinked YEARLY round the room,
smiled family at Pennington and,
his faculties returning to him, bent
ove Chong-Hee.
Dead"
"Quitei"
what on earth's it all mean ?"
Il heard him creeping about-and
helped him down the partition. He
must have fallen on his own knife"
Good Lord! 1 heard nothing.
Didn't the dog bark ?"
you could hardly expect it to. 1t
knew Chong-Hee."
The hound had crept into the room
and was shifting at the corpse sus-
piciously.
What do you advise me to do?"
asked Varney.
Take reasonable precautions -
and don't go about unarmed. You'll
be in need of a new servant. I'll
dig one out for you in the morning
One of my own men. You'll find
him perfectly reliable though a tri-
file u%nsightly!
The trader produced a pipe from
his dressing-gown and a small bag
Of Dutch tobacco.
Wee better get out of this. It'll
be healthier on the veranda. What's
wrong with your MANI"
"Chai-Hung carved his face up a
bit when they last encountered one
another. He left him with one y
and one ear-and his mouths a deal
wider than it ought to be. But that
sort of thing doesn't damp his ar
dor"
Varney shuddered Involuntary.
What is hep"
"A half-caste of sorts. Calls him
self. Rabat-Pilai. Claims to have
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the globe as an a~pothecary."
Its mighty good of you"
mot at all. By the bye, d'you
mind leaving the obsequies of the
late Chong-Hee to his successor? l
wanF6 give him rather an elaborate
fupEral. He doesn't in the least de-
s' it, I'll admit, but it's just at
Ed umoment occurred to me that an
~ tnrfnnifW hDG ariGap 70 anahIa M
practice a slight deception upon
, ur friend Chai-Hung. You see, he
once hoodwinked me much in the
same manner Got himself buried
: "ssv5sted of all thingsi Sent
the ashes into the bargainl The
EJison he Inserted in the knob of the
4rn would have done credit to a
Borgia."
Varney looked down the lamp.
You want him to be buried as
yourself?
Precisely. Select a nice, comfy
little spot under the palm
get one of your skilled men to paint
a board with my name. You can
borrow Dawson's bugler to bloyh the
Last Post, if you like. It'll cheer
poor old Chai-Hung no end! Will
you do it?"
Certainly"
Good mani Now I'll clear out SOS
not to spoil the effect, and 1 fancy l
can guarantee that Rabat-Pilai and
a few of my things to add to the
realism Of the affair will be with you
inside an hour"
"Zara-Khan," said Varney, remov-
Ing his singlet. I've come to the
conclusion you'd better finish the
job while you're here.
The man in the turban Of red and
gold bowed.
Yer good sab. What you want
me to do? An elephant with a tigress
clingfng to the trunk would be good"
i've go a tiger already" said the
trader, surveying his arm.
"A leopard with spots,' suggested
he pricne of %tattooers. ut Would
make a nice picture. I made one like
that once for the Rajah-"
He broke off suddenly. He was
staring at the door which led from
the veranda. Varney, following the
direction of his gaze. saw the figure