San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-10-28
The Yellow Seven
THE DAUGHTER OF CEEAL-HUNG
CopyrighL 1923 NEA Serrice By EDMUND SMELL
Copyright, 1923, MEA Service

This unusual series of stories deal.
with the exploits of "Chinese" Pen
nington, u detective sent by his gov
ernment TO British North Borneo /,
run to earth the Yellow Seven, ganl
OF Chinese bandits.
Pennington met Brabazon stand
ing outside the Rest House at Jessel.
ton, his hands stuck in his pockets
following with evident admiration the
easy, elegant gait of n Malay cir
who was making her way toward the
harbor.
bennington, by all that's wonder
full"
The taller man extended a hand.
1--WE been here three solid months
and l didn't know you were on the
island. How are you"
Fit as fiddle. Come in and have
q sling"
Chinese" Pennington looked at
his watch.
Il can give you half an hour, old
son." he told him. I'm due at the
commissioners at four"
He followed Brazabon up rickety
stairs to the veranda that overlooked
the road. He dropped into a chair
and his companion perched himself
on the arm of it, beaming all over
his broad, handsome face.
Still at the same game?" he in
CURED, pushing forward his case.
Pennington nodded.
Still hunting down the worlds
worst criminals! No, thanks. l roll
my own."
He produced a rubber pouch and
began manipulating the flimsy paper.
Brabazon tapped his cigaret on his
thumb.
"Ihree months he calculated,
presently. That's a spell of time
Tor you to stop in one locality, isn't
itl"
The tall man with the Chinese eyes
smiled grimly.
1T is" he admitted. at means
that I'm up against about the tough
est proposition I've ever struck.
How're things up your way"
Rotten. I'm thinking Of chuck
ing rubbcr-and turning my atten-
ton to oil. At present I'm at Keta-
tan. Know it,"
Pennington started.
."Ketatan. That's where Allison
was murdered by the Yellow Seven
Gang"
Pennington was staring at a clus
ter Of flies on the ceiling
You've had no trouble since. No
thr .atenius communications:
Nothing at all. Dawson rounded
up the assassins, they tell me-.
"ios,' said the other without en-
tEusiasm. Dawson did his job and
the commissioner was pleased about
it, There were five of the SWIM, and
we caught, tried and executed them
with ali due pomp and ceremony; but
we didn't succeed in getting any infor-
nation out of IN. We're 10 nearer
the solution Cf the Yellow Seven myS-
terry than We were when we started.
You say your areas quiet. I'm glad
Of it. But in almost every other dis
trict these gang-murGrrs continue"
BrabaZOn whistled.
You'll pardon my ignorance on the
subject, l know: but what is this
Yellow Severn"
The boy came in with the drinks
Brazabon had ordered. AMI PCuniug-
ton smoked until he had disappeared.
The Yellow Seven is n card--like
an ordinary Chinese playing-card."
he said. You know the things; rs
lon. as my forcfingcr. with rounded
ends, black on one side-and a series
of dots on the o.her-Some red, some
black"
And this ONE"
This particular card has bright |
yellow face. with seven dots on il.
in all-four above a faint line-and
three below it. 1t cropped up some
time bnck, when Lady Stornaway's
diamond pendant disappeared from
HeWitt's bungalow"
Il remember it," broke in Braba
con. ""But the commissioner got
that back in a couple Of days"
Il got it back" continued Penning-
ton. III tell YOU all about it some
lay. There was another card con
ncctcl with the Allison case. and n
snifc. bearing the same grim symbol
in its handle. preceded an attempt to !
nssasSirate the commissioner of police |
himself. Now the whole islands Seetd- |
ing with the cursed things and Hew-
tt won't h. ar OF my leaving until I've |
secured the body of the riusleader-
dead or alive"
"know who he iS?"
"Thc most respected Chinese gen
tlcman n Bora-o,' declared the |
Dthnr.
ErabazO1 dropped into n chair. !