Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1935-04-19

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1.-TWO men," Yuan added.
cali shall go"
"And send for the Adder. :"
AS 10 Lung disappeared, Yuan turned
his apparently closed eyes in the direc-
ton of Polodos. At mention of that
name-"the Adder"-the Greeks face
had grown clammy with perspiration.
1t trickled down from his hair into his
thick eyebrows.
And Yuan began to laugh. He did
not show his teeth in laughter. His red
lips merely seemed to thicken-and his
eyes closed as he laughed-high hide
GUS squeals, like the amplified note of
bat.
Kearney felt tremendous sense of
relief when he found himself out again
in the narrow lane. Even the fog
seemed friendly. Dimly to his ears
came sound of voices which seemed
to proceed from the little courtyard
they had left behind. Apparently Nor
witch did not notice these sounds.
1t was good to be free of that strange
building, with it's silence out Of which
the breathing of hidden watchers
seemed to come; it's CHASTITY emptiness,
as of a place unoccupied, deserted, yet
which he knew by virtue of some ex-
ira sense to be Elusive. The Arab door
keeper, the Greek-and that strange
woman-had not been the only occu-
pants of 10 Lungs emporium that night.
There were others-many others,
watching, listening. He knew it-he
had felt it all the time.
BY virtue of some mutual under
standing, Kearney and the Scotland
Yard man paced along to the neighbor-
ing street in unbroken silence. But,
the corner turned:
Those opalS" Kearney began.
Il knew you had spotted something
there!'
II had You've got your case clearly
enough if they don't dispose of them
before tomorrow. Those opals belonged
to Lady Dakenham, who was lost at
sea ten months ago! How in the name
of all that's wonderful did 10 Lung get
hold of them?"
"Hm!" said the Scotland Yard man,
and his tone betokened disappointment
There's no case in that sir. | sup
pose they must have been washed
ashore. Where did the accident hap
penn"
I'm the Red sea or the Persian gulf !"
"Outside our beat!" he said.
"Then you mean there's nothing you
can act upon?"
I'm afraid there isn't" Norwich con-
fessed. Everything in the place is of
number one quality. But there was
nothing that l definitely recognized.
In fact, if you ask me, we were spot
ted"
DO you think sop
I'm positive !"
yes" Kearney murmured, Pm
afraid we have wasted our time Some.
what annoying in view of the fact
unless we can get hold of a wandering
taxi-that l have a long, foggy journey
ahead"
Norwich laughed again. lizard luck,
SIR" he said. There's cozy fire, an
armchair, and pair of slippers wait
ing for me at Stockwell. But my or
ders are to report back to Leman
Street."
THAT being the case" said Kearney
cheerfully, as they CROPPED out onto
io1
pany. l shall head towards the sta
ton. I'm calling Haig as soon as
get back !'
kearney peered through swrling
mist along perhaps the unloveliest
thoroughfare in all London. Not a
pierce the fog. He had done nothing
to help Dawson Haig, but certainly
he had secured some unique "copy."
He glanced back. Norwich had dis
appeared.
He had gone ten or fifteen PAGES
when suddenly he pulled up again J..
A sound had reached him-a short,
muffled scream. Stockstill he stood,
and listened.
Dim, distant noises reached him, the
rumble of remote lorries; that muted
booming which is the lifeblood of the
port of London pumping through it's
many arteries fog signals. He could
detect no footstep-no other sound
1t was close upon midnight. He
pulled up again as he saw two things
of interest: one, definite the other.
perhaps chimerical. Either unpleasant
memories of the establishment of 10
Lung still haunted him, or he had
seen curiously small, active figure
dart into the shadow of a doorway not
twenty PAGES behind
His heart beat faster. The head
lamps of what looked like taxicab
dimly visible through fog Indeed, per-
haps the sound of the motor, although
he had not recognized the fact, had
prompted him to pause. to turn.
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