Evening star., 1937-07-11
ALL BLOOD IS RED
THE STORY so FAR

THE STORY so FAR
"A IHEN Mo-Sun-Li engaged "Red'
M Long, aviator in search of job, to
" be pilot for a renowned American
engineer setting out on an expedition to
China, the airman sensed that there was more
about the affair than appeared on the surface
The object of the expedition was supposed to
be the Harvesting of the HuangHo River,
"China's Sorrow"
But was it? Why did the party hold aloof
from Long? Why did Mojo, Lancaster Bynne,
the engineer, so ruthlessly destroy Longs
camera just as the ship was approaching
Yokohama? Why did Tracy Lloyd. Bynne's
attractive secretary, treat Long like an un-
wanted puppy? Had Mrs. Bynne any other
reason for coming with the expedition besides
her obvious jealousy of Tracy? What was it
that they all seemed to fear? Red, waiting
with them for connections in Tokyo, vainly
sought the answers.
Lonely on New Years Eve, he drifted
along thoroughfare of the Gina. and caught
sight of pretty Tracy Lloyd in a crowd of
people who were pushing to see the antics
VI HI oE1SC VI lISA PooS SOASAANSo "
him, Red was about to join her when he OBJ
served that she was being followed by
Japanese officer. As she took coin from her
purse to buy the fakir's wares, the Japanese
said: DO not buy"
Red saw her start and turn pale
Young miss, you come with me-" CON-
manded the officer Il show you Tokyo"
To Reds astonishment, Tracy suddenly
smiled at the stranger. How nice of you,"
she said. "I'u be glad to come"
A LRED FORTUNE LONG might fairly be
~ called handsome but when depict
ing amazement his features under
Y went fearsome transformation.
1t was this expression that both the Japanese
officer and Tracy Lloyd discovered stimuli
taneously on his face and each reacted to it
promptly, but in contradictory fashion The
officer backed off, Tracy came forward.
"Oh, Red" she begged, her eyes anchored
on his, please don't be angry
Angry" The single word choked out of
him automatically, for he could not have
spoken consciously if he had tried
mot here dear" she murmured, thrusting
her hand under his arm. please take me- away"
He was on the point of exploding in dead
earnest when he made discovery that closed
his half parted lips Her hand was trembling
with minute vibrations - the sort of trem-
bling which follows topping barred gate
or missing precipice by the width of tire
Shouldering rudely he steered her out of the
tight knot around the fakir into the more
freely moving crowd. Questions buzzed in his
brain but he kept them there. Presently he
= glanced back with a quick turn of his head;
the Japanese lieutenant was not following.
You almost got guide for nothing" he
remarked.
Yes" she breathed, almost"
What about me for one?" he continued,
trying to sound casual.
DO you know Tokyo?" she asked, her
voice little frmer.
Sure learned it last night"
Then take me somewhere to dinner"
He found taxi and named a tea house.
Upon entering the car she squeezed into the
far corner, as far away as she could get. In the
brilliant illumination he studied her profile,
suddenly clear and cool as cameo. First you
call me Red, ,'"he muttered, then dear, then
you freeze"
She turned her face full on him. II know"
she said in low voice, land it isn't fair. But