The Bradys After a Chinese Princess; Or, The Yellow Fiends of 'FriscoDoughty, Francis Worcester
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The Bradys After a Chinese Princess; Or, The Yellow Fiends of 'Frisco
Doughty, Francis Worcester
Detective and mystery stories; Dime novels; San Francisco (Calif.) -- Fiction
They did so and it was not until the next morning at breakfast in the
private parlor of the detective's suite that Alice's story was told.
We need only take it up at the scene in the torture room when the
princess fainted and Alice thought her dead.
"They ran me out then," she said, "so I don't know exactly what the
yellow fiends did to her after that.
"They tied me to the chair and I think Garshaski meant mischief.
"After a little he brought the princess into the room and laid her on
the bed. She was in a dreadful condition, but she was game still. She
had not given the secret away. I begged Garshaski to untie me and allow
me to attend to her, but he wouldn't hear to it.
"'She'll come around all right,'" he declared; adding:
"'And for your interference you have to suffer, Alice. I will make you
feel sorry you ever insulted me in the way you did.' He then left us,
and I tried to question the princess, but she would not talk about
herself.
"'Listen, Alice,' she said. 'That fiend has killed my cousin Wang Foo.
He told me so. He means to kill me, I know it, but I will never tell him
where my grandfather hid his money. I will tell you, though, for you may
live to get out of this and I want you, if you do, to go and get that
money and give it to Ah Lung. Promise me that.'
"I gave her the promise and asked how much the money amounted to.
"She declared that her grandfather's letter did not state.
"She then went on to tell me that it was hidden under the headstone of
an old house near the North Beach, the location of which she described
so carefully that I am sure I can find it. It appears that her
grandfather, although he lived in Chinatown, carried on business in this
house selling cigars, soda water and so on, probably doing a little
opium smuggling on the sly."
"Let's see!" exclaimed Old King Brady. "What was the old fellow's name
again? I heard Garshaski speak it, but I forget."
"His name was Gong Schow," Alice replied.
"Why, I knew him!" cried the old detective. "Of course, he smuggled
opium. The cigar and soda water business was only a blind. I can locate
that house if you can't Alice. But do you suppose it is still standing?"
"The princess thinks so at all events. That is all I know about it."
"Very likely it is then. We must go down there at once. On the way we
will look in at Lung & Lung's and learn how it fares with Garshaski's
unfortunate victim."
"Go on with your story," said Harry.
"There is little more to tell," replied Alice. "Garshaski must have had
his ear at some listening hole, for he now burst in on us and, gagging
me carried Skeep Hup off, declaring that he had heard all."
And this ended what Alice had to say.
They started away right after breakfast.
Meanwhile Old King Brady called up Mr. Narraway on the telephone and
suggested--for he was in no position to order it--the immediate arrest
of Volckman.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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