Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-06-28

man, the one whose portrait
was fastened TO the tent pole.
Cinnamon are never carried
from China for burial in Amer
lea; but wealthy Chinese who
died in America were often
carried to China to be buried
in their homeland. j came 10
the conclusion that the Presi-
dent Wilson was not heading
for America.
/ rushed out Of the tent and
scanned the horizon. On the
starboard side, barely visible.
was a low-crouched shoreline.
1t told me that the President
Wilson was steaming south,
not toward California, but
away from II, TO Hongkong.
perhaps, or Manila. or Singa-
pore!
SLIPS ON WITH RUSE
1t was Hongkong. changed
my hiding place to a lifeboat
as far away as possible from
the corpse and the mourning
dog. and two days later l
abandoned the President Will
son among the piers Of Kow-
loon.
Across the wharf lay an
other liner, the Empress OF
Canada. Smoke poured from
her yellow tunnels.
where's she going to?" l
asked a shipschandlers runner.
ITO Vancouver - she's the
fastest ship on tho Pacific"
Lights blazed from the rum
planks and the godowns. The
clatter of winches merged
with the chatter of tourists
and the yells of many China
men in the magic singsong of
the waterside. Darling through
the crowd, ] mounted the
gangway.
Ticket, please" chanted a
uniformed Waterman.
i waved a piece of paper
under his nose. "A telegram
for Mr.. Collins" I bawled,
leaping past the guard into
the stream of passengers.
RUSH FOR FUNNEL
Ships did not puzzle me. /
veered into a passageway,
climbed a companion, ran
along the promenade deck,
climbed a ladder. and reached
the Empress third funnel. No
smoke came from it. 1t was a
dummy. put there for esthetic
reasons.
On a long voyage the inside
Of a funnel was a better hiding
place than a lifeboat. ! climbed
the narrow iron ladder to the
platform near the upper rim
of the stack.
The siren reared. Whistles
Shrilled. Soon the ship was
moving. The sweetish smell of
the shore dropped out of the
wind and the Empress of
Canada forged out 10 sea. /
curled up on a Soot-covered
grating and slept. The smoke
from the forw stacks
blotted out the stars.
Before sunrise next morning
| climbed down TO the deck.
l slipped into a luxuriously
appointed bathroom. The night
aloft had turned me as black
as a chimney sweep. / bathed
and shaved and cleaned my
clothes. I washed my only
shirt and dried IL over the
hot-Water pipe Then l went
out on the promenade deck.
WALKS INTO QUESTION
Immediately a short, tough
looking man in white and gold
accosted me. From the mark
ing on his sleeves / knew him
TO be the master-at-arrrls, a
sort of seagoing police chief.
Without ceremony he asked:
do you travel first class ."
"No." 1 told him, third"
I'm sorry" he said, "but
this Is the first class deck.
The third class Is forward,
two decks below this"
l decamped. The tween
decks teemed with a con-
glomeration OF Chimes
Eurasians and a few non
descript whites. Hawkers Of
soups, biscuits and colored
drinks blocked the passage
way.
Hungry. ! asked one of the
flying cooks to let me taste
his soup. The soup was hot
and good. Just then a deep
voice doomed behind me and
an enormous paw gripped my
shoulders. / whlrled. Before
me stood a giant in a shoddy
brown suit, with fierce eyes
and shaggy brown hair turn
ing gray. His breath smelled
of the bottle.
MEET MY FRIEND
! said:
I'm Just taking In break
fast"
breakfast YOU call that,