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THE WHISPER BY ROBERT W. CHAMBERS
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Illustrated on Opposite Page by a Pose From Life
by Pauline Frederick, Star of "Joseph and Jiis j
Brethren" and Called Most Beautiful Woman.
in America by Artist Harrison Fisher,
(Copyright, 1908; by Robert W. Chambers.)
As. I' entered the afley the bells of
the dim city tolled for the passing
night. Ear in the maze of filthy lanes
and mist-choked streets a policeman
whisiled; I heard the distant din of
an elevated, rushing through the fog,
which rolled from river to river,
In the gloom of the alley a shad
owy form passed. All-around me the
vapor became tainted with opium
and a flare of yellow light streamed
out from an opening door. There was
a momentary murmur of voices,, the
soft shuffle of felt-shod feet, the rus
tle of silken sleeves. A painted paper
lantern Bwung from the doorway,
dipped, and disappeared. I heard the
deadened Blam of the door and the
black night "veiled my eyes again.
I raised my eyes to the dark house
before me where from a rusting bal
cony a sign hung low above the door
way. "This "was her house," I said aloud
to myself; but I passed on to the next
house. Before I could find the han
dle, the door flew open and I heard
McManus' angry bellow; "Git t' hell
outer, here, yes dope, suckin' yap!"
and a Chinaman was hustled into the
area, fleeing like an infuriated ape.
I stepped into the low-ceilinged
room. and. took s chair.at a table ber
side the .wall. Two young men sit
ting there said, "Hello, Jim,!" - -
"Good evenih'," said McManus1,
leaning over the bar, "did you see me
givin' de bounce , to Wah-Wo?"
"Yes," I said, "when did he come
back.?,". ,; ; - ,
"He Jest came in. I told him to git
an he give me de, ha-ha, so Charley
trun him down."
One of the young men at the table
beside me looked up from the Welsh
rabbit he was eating and called f qi
ale. McManus brought it himself," i
brimming pewter mug.- Then h"e
bawled for Ciaj3e5c-td"take my order.
Lynde, of the "Herald," advised me
to try a rabbity -and Penlow, of the
"Tribune," spoke well of the chopfe,
so I left it to Charley and he retired,
whistling, "Oh, I don't know!"
"It's a wonder to me," I said, hang
ing my wet mackintosh on a peg and
kicking off . my overshoes, "itB a
wonder to me that Wah-Wo was dis
charged by the court." !
"There was no evidence to hold
him," observed' Lynde.
Penlow lighted his pipe and rattled
his mug on the table.
"No evidence;" I repeated; '.'dorydu
fellows doubt that Wah-Wo did it?"
"I suppose he did," said Penlow,
"it was my scoop, too."
"We may scoop yet," said Lynde,
"the man's bound to be caught" .
"Gerits," began McManus, "youse
is dead off. Wah-Wo ain't in it,"
he said contemptuously: "I give him
de frowrdown fur why? fur be
cause I don't give de glad hand to
no dope suckin' chink. But he didn't
do no dirt .to the gal whut youse
gents was . stuck on he ain't that
kind! He -.give me the. laugh an' I
t'rowed him down,. see? An' I won't
dp afing but push his face in. Jee2"
well, Mac, said Liynae, "wnat s
your theory? You know as much,
about Jt as anybody. The girl came