The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1940-11-02

Lynn stepped out joyfully. She
had been thinking that surely
Temu would do something about
this outrage.
mo talkee," Chan warned, and
turning, gave sharp orders to the
bearers who wheeled and raced
away.
Forming a guard around Lynn,
CHAINS men went down the street
several hundred yards, turned a
corner or two, and stopped be-
fore a slit of an entrance to one
of the warehouses. The attendants
disappeared and Chan led Lynn
into a storeroom filled with great
stacks of furS and dried hides. Pc
unlocked another door, passed her
into a dungeonlike enclosure piled
high with sweet lumber, then en-
tered another expansive store
room fragrant with bales of tea.
Finally they came to a living
apartment lighted by electricity
and furnished with the comforts
of civilization.
There was a Kitchen, bath, a
bedroom, a living room, all win
dowleSs and ventilated from the
mysterious surrounding enclosure.
Lynn heard an odd, musical CUR
Cling coming from below the floor.
This building is over the
river" she said aloud. Chan
bowed himself into the kitchen.
The girl looked about the hand
somely furnished room. On the
blackwood table lay a small re-
Volver, and beside it. a book of
poetry, face downward. Lynn
picked up the book.
with much love from Amy"
was written on the fiyleaf. She
read a poem by one Ali Ben
Muhammed Altahamny on the
page at which the book had been
left open.
Lynn looked again at the re-
volver and picked it up. It was
heavy for its size and loaded. She
laid the weapon down carefully.
thoughtfully, and started at a
slight sound. Temu DARN had ap-
peared at her side. He wore a
greatcoat over his evening clothes.
Capture-Again
a S she stared at him the lights
\ went out. She caught at him
instinctively and his hands closed
over her fingers.
"Revolutionists must have cap
tured the German electric-light
plant" he said in a sober tone.
1--WE are threatened by another
'Huei-Huei' rebellion, melted this
time, by communist agitators.
They listened as a lombard
ment began somewhere in the dis
lance. Lynn's fingers tensed in his
grip.
MIR. Wallace told me the story
of the last Mohammedan upris-
ing" she said in a huShed voice.
"The dead were numbered by the
millions. Men, women, and chill
dren were penned and burned
alive"
1T won't be that bad this
time" he assured her in an effort
to quiet her horror. Chan brought
in candles. Temu started to lift
the wrap from Lyan's shoulders.
She turned her head and looked
up into his face.
Aren't the streets safe enough
for you to send me to the Wal
lace's?"
He finished taking off her wrap.
what do you think this is, Tara
Lynn"
The girls hand went to her
throat in sudden fright. you
wouldn't dare keep me-"
His eyes frightened sardonical-
ly. Didn't l capture your"
CAPTURE thought it was a
rescued" In a flash she sensed
anew the ruthlessneSs of his de-
termination. He might tease and
banter in words, but in action
her eyes darted to the gun on
the table. As she sprang for the
weapon he caught and held her
away.
mo, you DON'T" he laughed.
But she surprised him by strug-
Cling sinuously, sleek and timber
as a cat. She knew he feared to
be rough with her or bruiSe her
flesh. Was she not the Princes
treasure and he but an emiSsary
sent to deliver her safe in Sham
Lun. In the scuff1e a chair fell
over. Chan rushed in.
Get outl" shouted Temu, and
the boy obeyed.
Finding her fierce energy would
not last against his steady mascu-
line resistance Lynn took to the
weapons of teeth and nails. She
drew blood with her fingernail
along the line of his chin, bit his
hand that caught one of her
wrists, and kicked his ankles.
''You little DEVIL" he said. He
would have picked her up and
carried her to the divan but she
managed to squirm free of his
clasp and dart for the weapon
again.
He was after her in a fash. The
table went over and the pistol
crashed TO the floor. This time he
secured both her wrists in his iron
clasp and kept them there. SHOW
ing her into a low chair he sat on
a stool in front of her holding her
knees and feet between his. She
might as well have been in
straight-jacket. Lynn relaxed
from sheer 'helplessness.
His eyes held hers a moment
before he spoke, his breathing
slightly labored. you're a strong
girl"
u wish I were strong enough
to kill you'll" she cried.
Studying her face a moment
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