Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1935-05-03
By SAX ROHMER
Copyright by Sax Rohmer.
WNU Service.

''The marquis had been shot in the
throat just prior to the breakup of
that old regime under which he held
his commission as admiral of the fleet |!
His vocal chords were affected. The
incredible laughter heard was the
laughter of Yuan Hee See"
"You mean that"
Il mean that Yuan Hee See is Big
Chief-King Rat! And he was at 10
Lungs tonight. 1t was his memo book
that you picked up. You have heard
how it was recovered!"
But, what happened-in Singa-
pore?"
Dawson Haig finished his drink and
shrugged his shoulders.
ION my way back to Johore Bahru,"
Haig replied. II was ingeniously lured
into a Chinese bath of feathers
that's all!'
bath of feathers?"
Exactly, Kearney! It's too late to
go into details. Incidentally, though,
| got out again and there was
no possible connection between this
dastardly attempt and my call on the
marquis failed, old man-failed mis-
erably. My name with the chief was
mud. Yet, you see. | was on the right
track. Yuan Hee See was In Lime
house tonight. Yuan Hee See directed
the murder of poor Norwich | know,
now-because you heard him laugh
ing. :"
Good Cd! Haig an idea D.. 1.
he may be sailing in the Wallaroo!"
Dawson Haig nOdded-and grinned.
81 hadn't overlooked that possibility.
Detective Sergeant Durham sails in the
Wallaroo as far as Marseilles."
I'm glad of that said Kearney.
Haig stared at him hard, and:
Most blandly," he said, 1.-The Greek
gentleman at 10 Lungs referred to
their establishment in Stamboul, to-
night. He was safe. There's about as
much chance Of getting justice in
STEAMBOAT as of finding gold mine in
Shoreditch But the STEAMBOAT branch,
as web as that in Limehouse, doesn't
deal exclusively in stolen goods, or
even drugs. The marquis is interested
in third ndnstry-possibly based up
on STEAMBOAT but probably not Yuan
Hee See is the biggest slave trader in
the East"
RS
Eileen, a light sleeper, was awak-
hn rnun1ntinnS Of
of the Wallaroo. She jumped out of
bed and peeped out across deserted
deck. That dreary panorama of the
Lower Thames was slipping by, drab
and desolate picture.
She watched for while, then closed
the shutter and turned up the light.
The panic of waking alone in that
gray morning had left her. AS she sat
there smoking and rejecting upon Il
hundred and one things, but chiefly
upon the problem Of whether she
should write to Dawson Haig, as she
had said she would do, or whether she
should wait to see ii there was let
ter from him at Marseilles, she became
aware of something. =.
Some one-some one who had reg
ular, heavy tread-was pacing the deck
ON which her stateroom opened. AS he
passed and repassed, she experienced
rising curiosity respecting his tden-
tity.
No doubt a fellow passenger, unrea-
sonably awakened, as she had been,
and who, despairing of further sleep.
had gone out for walk.
Presently she heard his returning
footsteps approaching from the after
end. She turned off the light, pushed
the shutter aside and peeped out.
She saw the promenader-a big man
in double-breasted blue overcoat; a
man who wore bowler hat and who
glanced aside with what seemed like
definite curiosity as he passed her door,
He was fresh compleXioned and had
blue eyes-very friendly looking blue
eyes.
There was nothing in the least de-
gree alarming about him, except that
he seemed to be interested in her
cabin. Eileen reclosed the shutter and
turned in. And Detective Sergeant
Durham, noting that her light had gone
out again, passed along b deck to an
other cabin which interested him
Opening heavy door he stepped into
cross alleyway, then turned left into
another running forward and aft.