The Bradys' Chinese Clew; Or, The Secret Dens of Pell Street — John Shaqi
The Bradys' Chinese Clew; Or, The Secret Dens of Pell StreetDoughty, Francis Worcester
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The Bradys' Chinese Clew; Or, The Secret Dens of Pell Street
Doughty, Francis Worcester
Detective and mystery stories; Dime novels; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
One of the Chinamen then produced a revolver, and looking back, stuck
the weapon in Ed's face.
"Lookee here, you boy!" he growled, "keepee belly still; be belly good
now or me shootee you dead--see? Dlat light. Me killee you if you makee
fluss--see?"
Ed would have been dumb indeed if he had not understood the danger of
his position.
He resolved to go slow, and he lay still for the remainder of the drive,
which seemed interminable.
But it came to an end at last.
As Ed lay he could form no idea where he was going; indeed, he could not
have told much about it anyhow.
All he had to go by was the fact that for the last half hour they had
been driving along a country road.
He felt sure that they must have passed beyond the city limits for that
reason.
At last the wagon stopped and one of the Chinamen got out.
He was gone some minutes, and when he returned Pow Chow was with him.
The latter climbed up into the wagon and looked in on Ed.
"Well, Eddie, how do you feel?" he demanded in a tone which seemed to be
intended to be friendly.
"I feel bad enough even to suit you, I guess," replied Ed. "What have
you brought me away out here for? What do you intend to do with me?"
"I intend to take you to Ethel if you will go quietly," was the answer.
"If you won't do that, I suppose I shall have to take you by force.
Which shall it be?"
"Oh, I'll go," said Ed. "Got to, I suppose. Does Ethel stand for the way
you have treated me?"
"Ethel is my wife," replied Pow Chow. "She stands for anything I stand
for--see? Get out and behave yourself now, Eddy, and you will come to no
harm. I am sorry they kept you so long without feeding you. That was a
mistake."
Ed now allowed Pow Chow to help him out of the wagon.
The effects of the drugged cigar had not altogether departed yet, as he
found when he got on his feet.
They were out in the country and close to the shore of some large body
of salt water, but it was not the ocean. Ed could see lights on the
opposite shore, which seemed to be a long distance away.
They turned up a lane and came to a small frame house standing back
among trees. Ed could not see any other house near.
Pow Chow led him around to the rear, and as they approached Ed saw Ethel
appear at the open door.
The foolish girl was flashily dressed in Chinese female costume, wearing
a red silk blouse and yellow trousers with Chinese shoes on her feet.
There were imitation diamonds in her hair and a big one in the form of a
brooch was at her throat--perhaps she thought them real.
She looked to Ed so ridiculous that he could hardly refrain from
laughing.
But he controlled himself and she came out to meet him.
"Oh, Eddie!" she exclaimed. "So you've come. I could hardly believe dear
Pow when he said he meant to fetch you. How did you leave them all at
home? Of course, I don't care what Mr. Butler thinks, but is mother very
mad with me?"
"Indeed she is! I left her sick in bed," replied Ed. "Oh, Ethel, how
could you ever be such a fool?"
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