There's something queer about that young man; but we'll never be able to find out what it is.

I don't believe his name is Taber." O'Higgins tore free the scarlet band of his perfecto, the end of which he bit off with strong white teeth, and smiled.

You certainly had to hand it to these Chinks.

Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself.

He hadn't patrolled old Pell Street as a plain clothes man without getting a glimmer of the ancient truth that East is East and West is West.