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SYNOPSIS Matt Kearney, young American living !n London, eaya good-by to hl* slater Eileen, on board the Wallaroo bound for Colombo. Tha Wallaroo la conveying <1,000,000 in gold to Australia. Kearney meets Inspector Dawson Haig, of Scotland Yard, very much In love with Eileen. Haig is convinced opium is concealed in Jo Lung’s warehouse. Called to other duty, he delegates Kearney, with Detective Norwich. to visit the place and find out what ho can. While In the warehouse Kearney picks up a notebook. Yu’an Hee See, Chinaman, whom Haig has long been seeking as the leader of a band of international thieves, is at Jo Lung's. Discovering the loss of his notebook, he sends two of his fol- • lowers after Norwich and Kearney, one of whom ho realises must have picked It up. Soon after leaving Kearney Norwich is murdered. Haig is puttied over cryptic notes in the book, referring to stops to be made by the Wallaroo. While he is poring over the book, a monstrous creature enters, seises it. and escapes. CHAPTER lll—Continued t* It had been removed that night under the very noses of the police and was now safe from their curiosity! In the luxuriously appointed little cabin of the cruiser, Yu'an drew from the pocket of his furlined coat a string of biasing fire opals, roughly threaded on waxed silk. He threw them around the long slender throat of his companion. "Tonight, I can afford to be generous,” he said. 0 “They suit you. Orange Blossom, who are all fire and ice. . . • • • • • • • Dawson Haig pressed irritably again and again upon *the bell beside the wicket gate of Jo Lung's warehouse door. His light blue eyes sparkled dangerously. Believing that the elusive Big Chief, having caused murder to be committed upon the person of a Scotland Yard officer, was about to elude him again, he was prepared to stick at nothing. Then rhe wicket gate opened, and a neatly groomed and Imperturbable Levantine stood before them, staring with apparent surprise past Dawson Haig and the detective sergeant to where a group ot plain-clothes officers nnd two uniformed men might be seen In the narrow street. , “Good evening." he said, smiling in apparent confusion. “I'm afraid you have alarmed me.” “Indeed.” said Haig. “I'm sorry. I am a police officer, and I hold a warrant to search these premises.” “Reallythe . Greek exclaimed. “But on what grounds have you ob tained this warrant?" "Harboring a man wanted for mur der:" was the grim reply. "Conieon. Warrender." Haig turned to a group of men who had followed him in, and: “Along the yard." he ordered. “Rear to the left and you'll find a door. Through It and Into the warehouse. There are five small cases there, consigned from Birmingham per It. M. S. Wallaroo to Sydney. When you find them—let we know." “One moment!" I'olodos was the speaker. “Well?” Haig turned to him as two men set off. “What is it?" . “Only this," the Greek continued smoothly: “Your suspect cannot very well be hidden In one of the small cases you speak of! And the door in question is permanently locked. The warehouse beyond is leased by Messrs. King. Are yoq sure. Inspector, .that your warrant extends to their prem Isesr fossm Haig stared at the speaker. That official red ta|>e which trammels I the movements of an officer of the Criminal Investigation department danced before his eyes visibly, and he stifled language unsuitable to the occasion. as: “H—l, Inspector!” came a hall from the far end of the yard. "There’s a door here, but It's locked. Are we to smash it?" “No Haig shouted. “Come back. It doesn’t matter, anyway. They'll have had the stuff out by now." In due course the search party reached that business-like office upstairs, and: “You see,""said I’olodos, smiling and pointing to a number of books open on the desk, “I was hard at work. The staff, of course, has been gone for hours. Dawson Haig stared Into liquid dark eyes, as unreadable as the riddle of the Sphinx. A sudden wUd urge rose to his brain—to take this slimy hypocrite by the throat and to choke him until he coughed up the truth. Bnt: “Til Just glance over your accounts, Mr. Poiodos." Haig said. . . . Outside In the Chinese quarter at four points unsuspected by the police, blue lights were burning, for no orders had been given to extinguish than. When, half an hour later, the search party left the treasure house of Jo Lung, Dawson Haig drew Warrender aside. “Take charge. Warrender," he said, “and stand by. Walt for ms here. Trs bungled this job badly." He set off through deserted streets. And presently he found himself m a mean little yard with three doors opening upon It ... that yard from which the one who laughed, the Chinese woman, end two shadows had come out an hour before. All three doors were closed. No light was visible. There was a constable on duty. . TwN abeolutely jw" Haig chal-

ienged. “that nobody has gone in or come out?” “Positive, sir." “Carry on," Haig snapped. He suspected this to be the Big Chiefs private entrance. But If he dared to force it he would be In bad trouble. He muttered savagely, and walked away. • •••••« The light of a gray dawn was stealing through the Temple. “Well, Matr,” said Dawson Haig, “you asked me to let you know, so you have only yourself to blame!” Kearney nodded, smiling: “I’m glad you came. And we’re both used to late hours. # Fill your glass and go ahead." “Comes to this," Haig continued. “I should have started by covering the rat-run out of Three Colt street I only suspect—but all the same I’m moderately sure—that the leakage was there. But if King Rat is inside he won’t get out! Every hole is stopped. Unfortunately, I think King Rat has slipped away again. “The horror with the tusks undoubtedly followed you—God knows how—for the memo book. . . . Yes! stroke your throat I You are lucky to have one Intact Incidentally, so am I! Those cunning devils must have spotted poor Norwich for a police officer. They tackled him first, you see—failed to find the notebook, and then came after you.” Matt Kearney shuddered. “They were warned in some way, or Eddy would have netted them on the way back. These people are artists —one must admit IL That display of day books and ledgers was surely intended- to lead up to the one entry—the one to which the Greek drew my attention.” “You mean the sale, some time after poor Norwich and I were there, of, a set of opals to a mythical customer?" Dawson Haig nodded. “For the considerable sum of two thousand pounds in cash.” he added savagely. "Which cash, when I challenged him. the Greek produced from the safe. Infernally clever. Damnably. polsonously .clever. I’m skirting the edge of this case, Kearney. I’m a thousand miles from the heart of It” Personally," Kearney confessed. "I’m very uneasy about those entries In the memo book," “Not half so uneasy as 1 am," said Dawson Haig. “Something you have told me tonight has given me a clew . . . perhaps too late? That squealing laughter. It was the Big Chief you heard—King Rat! Any doubt I ever had about his real identity, you have settled! I know now whom 1 have to deal with.” "I'm afraid I don’t follow." “You remember 1 went to Singapore a year back? 1 was following a clew which 1 hoped would lead to the breakup nt a big drug ring—and I knew (note this point) that Jo Lung was one of the group. They dealt in stolen property (and other merchandise as well). Guess where that clew led?" Kearney shook his head. “To the villa, or rather, palace at Johore Bahru, of the Marquis Yu-an H3e See—ex-admiral of China!" “But you don’t mean that he—” "1 mean,” Haig went on quickly, “that he declined to see me. A highly burnished secretary Informed me that his excellency had left Singapore two days before. He war full of regrets. Os course. 1 had no alternative but to pretend to believe the liar. And as 1 left the place I heard some .one laughing! Yes! 1 couldn't credit it at first any foore than you could! Then 1 remembered something. ... H t D I i chl IJ Kwmy Nodded, Smiling. "The marquis had been shot tn the throat Just prior to the break up of that old regime under which he held his commission as admiral of the Ml His vocal chords were affected. The incredible laughter I aeard was the laughter of Yu’an Hee Seer “You mtean that—" v was nts memo ooox that you picked up. You have heard bow rt was recovered!” ■ " - . . ■. ■

“But, what happened—tn Singapore?" Dawson Haig finished bls drink and shrugged his shoulders. “On my way back to Johore Bahru,” Haig replied. “1 was Ingeniously lured into a Chinese ‘bath ot feathers’— that’s all!" “Bath of feathers?" “Exactly, Kearney! It’s too late to go into details Incidentally, though. I got out again . . . and there was no possible connection between this dastardly attempt and my call on the marquis! I failed, old man—failed miserably. My name with the chief was mud. Yet, you see, 1 was on the right track. Yu’an Hee See was in Limehouse tonight Yu'an Hee See directed the murder of poor Norwich! I know, now—because you heard him laughing. . . “Good G—d! Haig! an idea . > . he may be sailing in the Wallaroo!" Dawson Haig nodded —and grinned. "I 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, “the Greek gentleman at. Jo Lung’s referred to their establishment In Stamboul, tonight He was safe. There's about as much chance of getting Justice in Stamboul as of finding a gold mine in Shoreditch. But the Stamboul branch, as well as that in Limehouse, doesn't deal exclusively In stolen goods, or even drugs. The marquis is Interested in a third Industry—possibly based upon Stamboul but probably not Yu’an Hee See is the biggest slave trader In the East!” • •••••• Eileen, a light sleeper, was awakened by the revolutions of the screw of the Wallaroo. She Jumped out of bed and peeped out across a deserted deck. That dreary panorama of the Lower Thames was slipping by, a drab and desolate picture. She watched tor a 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 reflecting upon a hundred and one things, but chiefly upon the problem of whether she should write to Dawson Haig, as she bad said she would do, or whether she should wait to see If there was a letter from him at Marseilles, she became aware of something. . . . Some one—some one who had a regular, heavy tread —was pacing the deck on which her stateroom opened. As he passed and repassed, she experienced a rising curiosity respecting his identity. No doubt a fellow passenger, unreasonably awakened, as she had been, and who, despairlug of further sleep, had gone out for a 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 a double-breasted blue overcoat; a man who wore a bowler hat, and-who glanced aside with what seemed like definite curiosity as he passed her door. He was fresh -.-omplexioned and had blue eyes—very friendly looking blue eyes. There was nothing in the least degree alarming about him, except that he seemed to be interested ia 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 another cabin which interested him. Opening a heavy door he stepped into a cross alley way, then turned left into another running forward and aft CHAPTER IV Some passengers on the night cross channel steamer from Boulogne noticed a gray motor cruiser which passed them in a dead calm sea about halfway across. Her extraordinary turn of speed excited their curiosity. They must have been even more intrigued could they have witnessed the arrival of this mysterious craft off the French coast. Stealing through the haze of a gray and cheerless dawn, the mystery boat edged in. point by point, in the direction of Boulogne. Stern on to the flat beach It lay. showing no lights, its propellers turning lazily. Presently a boat came out from a shadowy inlet. Two rowers labored at the oars, and very shortly drew alongside. Those five small square cases which had come from Limehouse were transferred from the motor crulsei to the boat Orange Blossom then stepped gingerly Into the little craft, supported by Yu’an Hee See, who followed her. Finally came Jo Lung. As the boat swung away: “You will receive your orders tomorrow.” said Yu an Hee See rapidly in Chinese. A yellow face surmounted by a woolen cap peered down from the deck of the cruiser, and: “I hear, my lord," the man replied, and disappeared. There came a whirr of powerful en glues, a deep forceful churning, and the gray streak shot away southwest, swiftly to be swallowed up In morning mist. The two rowers bent to their oars. Some distance up the little creek a landing stage projected, and beyond might be seen the roof of a wooden hut At this landing stage the party disembarked. Yu’an Hee See stood staring out through the open doorway of the hut until the men had carried la all five boxes. A board was quickly pried up. Its removal enabled a larger section of the floor, a concealed trap, to be lifted. Rough wooden steps led down Into darkness. The Chinaman watched the boxes being Mowed In their hidden cellar. When the w4rk was completed and aU traces of thia hiding place concealed again: “Come," be sajd to the woman, “we have no time to delay." Perhaps half a mile away, guarded by a clump of funereal trees, a small farm might be seen. The woman was iU-shod for the Journey, and clung to her companion’s arm. slleet and fretful. Jo Lung walked behind. They crossed a weed-grown courtyard. Jo Lung unlocked the door of brokei^—doaru barn. There, a vision of blue enamel and

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gleaming silver plate, appeared a large French touring car. Jo Lung disappeared into the gloomy shadows of the barn, while the others made themselves comfortable in the car. When Jo Lung returned, he wore a blue and white uniform with a smart, peaked cap. “Paris," said Yu'an Hee Seo "straight to headquarters." “The fact remains," said Dawson Haig, "there Isn’t a scrap of evidence to connect the establishment of our friend Jo*Lung with the murder! It we could have produced the notebook —it might have proved to be a hanging matter for somebody. But, legally, it's valueless as evidence." Kearney podded. They had Just finished lunch in a Strand grillroom. He sipped his coffee thoughtfully. Two days had elapsed, and little or nothing had been done. Dawson Haig lighted a cigarette. "That It contained valuable clues is proved by the steps taken to recover it. But these clues, or what you and I can remember of them, frankly convey very little. In the next place, I certainly had a glimpse—a horrifying jg/ “Nothing Ever Does Happen Hsre/ Replied M. Ballon. glimpse—ln your rooms, of the murderer of Norwich. But, as you have pointed out, my description might be that of anything from a ghost to a wild animal!" “That horrible laughter I heard would certainly point to the fact that Yu'an Hee See in person was at Jo Lung’s on Friday night” “I’m almost certain," Haig snapped, “he was on the dock when the crates were removed from the Wallaroo! He was the fur-coated man who slipped through the gates Just before 1 spoke to you! He drove straight to Jo Lung's!" He sighed, knocking ash from his cigarette, “The remote possibility that he may himself be Joining the ship at Marseilles, I have dealt with, as you kuow. Durham Is on board. But bis first message was admittedly not encouraging. It merely consisted of the words ’Nothing to report’ I take this to mean that there is nothing suspicious about the occupants of the cabins mentioned In those mysterious notes —” “One of which Is Eileen’s!” "I know,” Haig groaned, "ana 1 can't get that fact out of my mind. 1 have checked the curious entry relating to ‘Suleiman Bey's.’ Paris notified us this morning that there is a certain restaurant of that name near the Moulin Galette. I'm going across this afternoon. I should like to locate J-) Lung. The Inquiry is at a standstill here. . . • • • • • • • The Restaurant Suleiman Bey. adjoining the Place Pigalle, seemed to be a quiet little place, with sleepy, curtained windows and a glimpse, when the door was open, of a narrow counter where Turkish coffee might be purchased by weight. Beyond was a curtained door. The night was wet, and patrons were few. but presently two men entered. The one who led. a gaunt pale-faced fellow, had something of the appearance of the traditional artist notably a shock of graying dark hair, a small mustache, and a straggly beard. Apparently the artistic gentleman knew the place well, for he nodded to a stout lady who Mood behind the counter, raised the curtain In the opening beyond, and the two entered a long, rectangular room. Faded plush seats lined one wall, broken by a buffet and a draped opening. A number of tables were covered with check cloths, badly holed where cigarettes bad laid upon them: and a little Mair at the further end led up to a curtained doorway. Unly six customers were present: four of these around a table near the staircase, two upon the settee. The new arrivals ordered coffee. Their order was taken by an Arab waiter, very dirtily dressed. As he departed. both stared without apparent signs of interest, about the room. The group of four by the staircase, three men and a woman, might readily be classified. In view of the reputation of the Restaurant Suleiman Bey as a meeting place of advanced Commumats. The two men seated on the settee were of a different type. One. a slight, dark-faced fellow, might have been a Portuguese. He constantly glanced with uneasy curiosity In the direction of the stairway. The other was a thickset, debauched-looking man of fif-ty-odd. smoking a dirty old briar pipe, who stared straight before him at the opposite wall. He might have been Dutch—or German, although, as a matter of fact, he was Scotch. "Nothing seems to be happening," said Dawson Haig. "Nothing ever does happen here,” replied M. Ballon of the Surete. "Plots are made and perhaps carried out. but as they are never carried out in Paris” —be shrugged—“what do we care?* (TO BI CONTINUKIH

GREAT FEATS OF MEMORY PUT ON HISTORIC RECORD Unless there is something unusually difficult In memorizing figures quickly, the young Serb of Belgrade who claims to have set up a world’s record by committing to memory in ten minutes a number containing more than eighty figures does not seem to have done anything remarkable. He would at any rate have had a formidable rival tn James Milnes Gaskell, a cousin of Lord Houghton (Monckton Milnes), who once repeated the tellers in every house of commons division for the preceding sixty years and suggested an “amusing game” which consisted in each player giving the name of a parliamentary borough and the persons who had represented it during the same sixty years. Gaskell said that he and his father once played at that game nearly a whole day without stopping. What prodigies of useless knowledge they must have been! Another remarkable feat of memory is recorded of a soldier who served in the New Zealand expeditionary force during the war. He claimed that he could remember the name and number of every soldier in his battalion, and bls claim was unexpectedly put to a test when the battalion headquarters were blown up and' all the records were destroyed. But the soldier, who is now a professor at Edinburgh university, was as good as his word and supplied the missing detajls.—Montreal Herald. Sunburn Peculiarity Man still retains some of the attributes of the bloodless creatures from which he evolved. In the opinion of Dr. G. H. Parker of Harvard university. The lower forms of life, such as the sea anemone, he said, have no blood systems, and nourish ttyemsefces by the primitive method of passing food material from cell to cell over the bodily structure, thus renewing those cells. A trace of this faculty exists !n man, he said, as shown in the case of sunburn. Coloration by sunburn, he said. Is evidence of another method In addition to use of the blood and lymphatic system, of spreading material through cells of the human body. This sunburn coloration, he said, spreads by means of some substance which percolates from cell to cell In the skin, independently of blood and lymphatic systems. Dr. Pierce’s Pellets are best for liver, bowels and One little Pellet for t laxative—three for a cathartic.—Adv. Flexible Speed Limits Twenty-four states no longer have motor car speed limits, but prescribe a maximum that is "reasonable and proper.” Os these twentyfour, North Dakota permits the highest at 50 miles, and Idaho and New Hampshire the lowest, at 23 miles an hour.

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THURSDAY, APRIL 18, 1935.