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The Shadow might be following; or he might have left by the theater。
Perhaps he had assumed his garb of black!
These were problems upon which it was useless to ponder。 For Cleve could only remember his instructions and another whispered phrase which had been The Shadow's final utterance:
〃Pung…Shoon…tonight!〃
The words meant worlds to Cleve。 They were the one inkling to what the Wu…Fan might be doing。
Once away from here; lost in the belated crowds of the street; Cleve could summon aid; and raid the junk that lay anchored in the harbor。
But first he must escape!
GROPING; he found the door。 The secret catch was the same as the others。
The door slid aside。
Cleve peered from the curtain。 The brass doors to Ling Soo's inner room were closed。 The hall itself was empty。
Cleve moved forward; and as he did; he tripped stupidly upon the bottom of the curtain。 Seeking to regain his footing; he sprawled across the center of the hall。
As he regained his feet; Cleve heard a sound beyond those brass doors。 He looked behind him as he reached the door to the anteroom。
Turning; Cleve saw the brass doors opening。 Peering between them was the spectacled face of Ling Soo。 Cleve's revolver was in his hand。
The sight of that hated visage maddened him。 He pressed the trigger; and fired toward the opening。 His first shots made in haste; were wild。 The brass doors clanged; and Cleve's bullets smashed against the emblazoned dragons。
Still firing; with vengeance dominating him; Cleve suddenly realized that he was clicking empty cartridges。 His senses returned on the instant。
He had been seen by Ling Soo! The fiend knew that the prisoner had escaped!
Hastening; Cleve gained the elevator and reached the passage to the street。 He knew that Ling Soo's warning was on its way。 He must hurry…hurry away from Chinatown; where grim death lurked。
He reached the street and pressed through the throng。 In his mad desire; Cleve forgot all else but that one thought…escape!
Away from here; he would be free to act。 Within the range of the Wu…Fan; death was a constant danger。
Stolid Chinamen stepped out of the way as Cleve dashed down the street。
One man; blocking his path; stood firm。 The eyes that peered through yellow lids saw the mark of death upon Cleve's forehead!
The Chinaman was a member of the Wu…Fan。 He seized Cleve; and grappled with him。 Cleve swung at him with his empty revolver; but missed his aim。 He struggled free and stumbled forward; with his enemy in pursuit。
They were at the edge of Chinatown。 Another yellow man had joined in the chase。 Cleve's legs were weakening。 He staggered toward the wall and fell; his shouting enemies upon him。
Clutching claws began to beat Cleve's head against the wall。 On the verge of safety; he was facing death again。 But others were ing to his aid。 Three passing Americans; seeing the menace to their countryman; threw themselves upon the attackers。
Scudding like rats; the two Wu…Fan men dropped their victim and fled for shelter。 They scurried into the first alleyway that they saw; but their swift pursuers caught them and laid them flat with well…placed blows。
Cleve; limp and helpless; was carried to a drug store to await the arrival of an ambulance。
He mumbled words as he recovered consciousness。 But his words were scarcely audible。
〃Pung…Shoon。 Tonight。〃
Cleve Branch had been saved from the hand of Foy…for the hand of Foy was dead。 It was the hand of The Shadow; who lived as Foy; that had saved him。
But Cleve was helpless; now。 He could not tell that he had been seen; alive and free; by Ling Soo; leader of the Wu…Fan。 Shrewd and cunning; Ling Soo could not fail to realize that the cause had been betrayed by Foy。
The law of the Wu…Fan was death to traitors!
Danger awaited The Shadow!
CHAPTER XIX
THE CHINESE JUNK
THE Pung…Shoon; squat and square rigged; lay at anchor in San Francisco Bay。 Solemn; yellow…faced Chinamen; paced its high…set decks。 A little motor boat lay beside the wooden ship。
Americans were visiting the Pung…Shoon。 One was Joseph Darley。 Two others were members of the Civilian mittee。 With them were revenue agents。
Standing in the light that came from a cabin; Darley looked questioningly at his panions。 They had timed this visit late; for the express purpose of finding if men had been smuggled aboard。
〃There's no one here; Mr。 Darley;〃 said one of the revenue men。 〃We searched this ship from stem to stern; the moment she hit the harbor。 A crazy ship…with lots of crannies。〃
〃And that framework in the hold;〃 reminded another official。
〃Yeah;〃 said the first。 〃You saw it; Mr。 Darley。 Can't figure what it's for。 The men won't spill a word about it。 Let them keep their secret if they want to。 We've got plenty to do besides trying to solve Chinese puzzles。〃
〃Well;〃 said Darley; 〃there's no use watching the boat all night。 You know its arrangement; now。 Take another look before she sails tomorrow。〃
〃Righto;〃 agreed the agent。
As the others moved across the deck; this man drew Darley aside assuringly。
〃If any Chinese try to make the slip on this junk; we'll nab 'em;〃 he said。 〃We've labeled the crew; and we can tag any stowaways。〃
〃You saw below。 All loaded up with secret cupboards and what not。 I'm
giving you a straight line; Mr。 Darley。 This old scow's an opium ship!〃
〃An opium ship!〃 exclaimed Darley。
〃That's what it is;〃 reaffirmed the officer。 〃We got wind that it was headed this way; with a cargo of dope。 You could pack a million dollars' worth of that stuff without a bit of it to show。 So we were watching for this junk; and we went through it right。 Not a pipeful of the stuff on board。〃
〃How do you explain that?〃 asked Darley。
〃Simple enough;〃 said the revenue man。 〃This voyage was a blind。 They've pulled that gag before。 Let 'em e into port a few times…to get the lay。
Then they'll be wise; and slip over a fast one on the next trip。〃
〃How long does it take a ship of this type to cross the Pacific?〃
〃Plenty long;〃 declared the agent; 〃We won't hear from this tub again for months。 But she'll be back…you wait and see! There'll be trouble from the Pung…Shoon; some day。〃
Darley shrugged his shoulders。
〃It's trouble enough tonight;〃 was his ment。 〃Well; we can go in a few minutes; as soon as some of these Chinese watchers e aboard。〃
〃Who are they?〃
〃Ones whom we know。 They gave us the tip…off。 So we came down to look around。 Wanted them here to identify any suspects。 I've decided to let them stay and keep watch。〃
〃Good idea;〃 said the revenue man。
〃Yes;〃 explained Darley。 〃We haven't bothered the police with this; because it may all be a false alarm。 That's the Civilian mittee's work…to look into matters before they bee serious。〃
As they reached the center of the deck; Darley turned to see a crouching Chinaman advancing from the side。 He recognized the face of Foy。 He knew that Ling Soo's servant was to be here tonight; as chief of the watchers。
As Foy spoke no English; and Joseph Darley did not discourse in Chinese; Darley merely acknowledged his presence with a slight nod。
〃We can go; now;〃 he said to the revenue man。 〃This fellow knows whom to let on the ship。〃
THE Americans went over the side。 Darley was following when he saw the squat form of Ling Soo ing in his direction。
The presence of the chief of the Wu…Fan was important。 It had been arranged that Ling Soo would e only if he chose。 Darley stopped and called to the boat below:
〃Wait a few minutes。 I'll e along。 I want to speak to a man who has just arrived。〃
There was a response from beneath。 Darley turned to Ling Soo。 The Chinaman's face was serene。 He spied Foy; and beckoned to the servant。 He spoke a few words in Chinese; and Foy responded。
Ling Soo's question was pertaining the death of Cleve Branch。 He wanted to know if all had gone well。 Foy had replied in the affirmative。 Ling Soo beamed pleasantly。
He spoke now in English。
〃A man was killed tonight;〃 he said。 〃A man named Moy Chen。 There