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88 Surely, she must stand by at sea, waiting until the coast is clear. And she’d stay far enough out so as not to be seen by every packet going in and out of the harbor.” Jerry jumped up suddenly, slammed his hat on the floor and jumped on it. muttonhead!” he claimed to him- self. “Why couldn’t I have thought of it before!”’ Then, rather shamefacedly, he picked up his hat. “Excuse me, Mr. Clarke,” he apologized, “but I couldn’t help bawling myself out. { think I’ve got the answer. They do get the word by wireless!’ “But how?” asked Clarke. Jerry smiled and shook his head. “Let me do this in my own way. If it’s a flivver we can try something else. I’m going up to my laboratory now and do a bit of work. And I need some help. Send me a good electrician, a first-class armature-winder—one we can trust. To- morrow night I'll have the answer. “See, they’re getting under way now,” and he pointed to the Sy/ph, which was beginning to belch smoke from her funnel. “Maybe they’ll have a cargo of Chinks ready to be run in by tomorrow night, figuring it to be soft. Give me a man to help, and we’ll surprize ’em. “One thing more. Find out if our friend Haight belongs to a tong. Ive been trying to place him ever since I came here, and now I think I have. When I was a cop the Hip Leongs and Bow Sings got to shooting up each other and we pinched a raft of ’em. If I remember cor- rectly, our friend out there was trying to arrange bail for one of them. - Used to be a lawyer, didn’t he?” Clarked nodded. “That’s the bird then,” Jerry went on. “He and another lawyer in this town are the only white men I’ve ever heard of that belong to a Chinese secret society. Did it so they could get Chinese law business, I understand. “But let’s be sure. Have Reynolds watch him tonight and tell me where he goes. See you tomorrow!” te Gay at street corners and in shop- ee LIGHTS were beginning to glow N windows through a muggy drizzle when Jerry showed up at immigration hheadquarters for the first time in thirty-six Adventure hours. All the offices save Clarke’s were deserted. Jerry found the assistant chief at his desk, and with him Reynolds, one of the inspectors detailed to Jerry’s force. “Got her,” announced Jerry as he closed the door. ‘Tested and adjusted and rigged aboard the cutters. The testing is what delayed me, but she works like a charm now.” Clarke turned to Reynolds. “Tell Lynch what you told me,” he di- rected. “Tt’s this,’ said Reynolds. “Last night I trailed Haight when the office here closed. He went to the Carlton Hotel grill, where he met a man I’ve never seen before. A big fellow, two hundred pounds or more; grayed about the temples, smooth-shaven, probably fifty years old; a well-dressed, prosperous-looking business man, I figured.” ‘“Burke!”’ exclaimed Jerry. Clarke motioned him to silence, and Reynolds went on: ‘““After dinner they had a long talk. I couldn’t catch the drift of what they were saying, as the nearest I could get to them was two tables away, and anyway I didn’t want Haight to spot me. But pretty soon Burke, as you call him, looks at his watch and gets up. Then I heard him saying something about a long boat trip. “They both went out and down to the water-front. There the big fellow climbs aboard one of these speed-boats—‘sea- sleds,’ they call them—and beats it at sixty miles an hour. Haight goes back up- town. : “He goes to his room at the Carlton, but comes out again in five minutes and starts toward the lower end of town. He zig- gags back and forth kind of aimlessly, but by and by‘l discover that we’re in the heart of the Chinese quarter. Once there, he steers a straight enough course for the Bow Sing Tong headquarters. “Of course, I made no attempt to follow him inside, but waited. In about three hours he comes out and goes direct to his room at the Carlton. As it was then pretty late I figured he had gone to bed; so I quit.” Jerry looked at Clarke. “T remember now,” he said. “It wasa Bow Sing gunman that Haight was trying to spring, the time he was fixing up bail. That’s the tong to which he belongs. And it’s the same outfit that is back of this smuggling scheme, for word is all over Gomichbooks “ “7 PRL: ‘ (E@)