Boy's Cinema (1935-39)

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Every Tuesday; " W'ly pood. Ml'. Doiiowiii. Cliiiioso 'I'liiatrc, prop. loom. Icii o'clock. Tluil i* most coiivciiioiil foi- iiiL'.'"- "Okay for inc. Don'l. foiget (In- iloutih." "No, no, me not foigct. Cloocl licaldi. Ml-. IJonovan," I'hilip ciio<l. and lanK otV. '.'Now we'll get him," cntlin.scd Peter. "Come hcio!" I'liilip Kiii'>l>ed tier. "What do you mean hy dyiiiK to put tlii.s Madame J.i Tai sliifV over on Dono- \an'' Wanting (o play a lone hand? " "T tlionght yo\i weren't interested." "I'm inteiested in two things at tlic pie.-ient moment." Piiihii drew her on to his knee. "One thing i.s lo get hack thai diamond, and " "'J'he other is?" "To get a most annoying hnl aUnring yoiuig woman lo many ine. 81ie'd be ,>afev maiiied to nie." "fict me tlie diamond—prove that you can he a great detective—and I'll con- sider the question of marriage." Another Killing ON the stage of the Chinese theatie a weird diagou was gand)olling about and a lunnher of Chinese women and children were backing away ill tenor. The dragon spurted fire from a large mouth and looked like an lin- ^;iiinly centipede. In the scene charged ;; nmnher of soldiers wearing a curious .i-M)rlnient of armour and all armed witli .^i>or<i>i. They tried to kill the dragon, but his fiery breath drove them back. Kiually, a tall Chinaman, in armour that gleum€-d, leapt into the scene, and with .1 few passes of his very long sword slew the dragon. I.i Yat, having executed a number of motions with the sword, bowed to ati enthusiastic audience and letired to his dressing-room to prepare for the next ac't. The time was exactly ten o'clock. Out of the shadows slunk the figure of Donovan. He glanced round to .sec if iir were observed and came to some dirty .-tone steps that led down to the pro}) iriom that ran undemealli the stage of the t.'hincse theatre. A few minutes latei in this side stieot and a crowd. Peter Dean, ^b^rt and Hyniie. "Here wo are." Philip marshalled his sifiall army. "If mo can't settle this business we are going to look rathei foolish, so there must be no mistakes. Williams!'; "Yes, sir?" The valet did not seem to relish his surroinidings. "Cio down those steps and find out V.here the property-room is." "Oh, no, sir, if you don't mind, sir." ^Villiams looked as if he might bolt. "I'd lather not, sir. The pioperty-room, sii-, is below the stairs. A fortune-teller piophesied that I might die under- gioitnd, sir." "I cjin't stand cowards. Williams," Slapped I'hilip. "So if you wiiTit to stay v.ith nip go and find that room. Mert, |iay off the taxi." Williams went to the top of the stairs, hesitated, and then vanished from sight._ "What's the next move?" questioned Peter Dean. "Willinm.i^ should be back .any moment," Philip answered. "I told him oil the way that he had lo find the (iioperty-rooni and rejiort back to me. T tiioiight at the time he looked a bit .■^cal•ed. We'll give him no more than (iiree minutes." Three minutes pa.ised and thru the fonspiiatois crept down the stejis am fiiiind a wooden door, which opened to Philip's touch. They f'''*"' •< passage lit a ta\i pulled np it unloaded qiu'te Philip Williams, BOY'S CINEMA willi ail old lantern. They tiptoed along aiul there was no sound tlowii here, though one could hear feet shuffling on the bo,ii(l.> ujistaiis. "Don'l .\i)u think we should gel some cops aidiiiid hcic in ca-e there's some- thing plioiiey?" JNlert said in a lioaise whisper. "No. they'd only gum things up," re- torted I'hilip. "And it there's gumming np lo l>e <lonc he Hants lo do il himself," mocked J'eter ])ean.. "Help—hel|i!" came a fainl ciy. very close at hand. When III \i\\ oulered lii> diossing- room his «if(> was wailing for him. She h(>ld out a note. "Hurry, hurry," she cried in Chinese. "Here is a iiaper—.see what it says." "Qiiiel. please." I,i Yat spoke shailily as he took the note. " Knglish is better —too many long ears." The Chinaman opened the note, and after a slight pau^e read it out aloud: " ' Meet you in proii-room at ten o'clock as agrec<|. If yoii want the dia- mond bring the money and keep your mouth shut.—Donovan.' " He folded the note slowly. "Who brought you the note?" "It was handed to Ning." "There may bo much trouble in this." Li Yat stated, as he divested hiiti-elf of his armour. "But I must get the Dragon bad;!" cried his wife. "You have wished for the Dragon and Yan Mier is dead. It is not good." "I did not want the man to kill him— il only (o gel (lie diainoniN." I.i Vul donned ;i gorgeous silk kimono, and from a drawer took a curious niii-k Ilia', madi- hi-i face look like that of a dead niuii. lie looked at lii.^ wife in hi-> e>.• pres-ionless wa.v before donning the mask. "Prom now on yon will lean- this to me," he slated 'I lie foiii in llie corridor pulled up al the s( (I of those faint ciie>. Seeing a '.looi, Philip did not hesitate I'" piisii it open. 11 was the pifiiirooiii. There were weird headdies>es, suit.-- 'if armour, many swords and spears, ■■iiid .» great deal of old scenery. "Keep cool," Philip .-idvised those be- hind liiui. "Jt sounded like \\'illiams' voice." " Help—helji 1" came the call. They found Williams sitting on tlie floor of a small cellar, lie was niir.-iiig his head. "What's the matter? Are you hurt?" "He was here." Williams staggered to his feet. "1 heard footsteps, and a-. 1 turned he struck me. T fell down he ran—I couldn't see his face." "What are you talking about?" "The murderer, sir. I'm sure if wii». He had a black handkerchief, sii." Williams pointed to a doov out of the cellar. "He went that way., sir." Siid- denly he put his hands to his forehead. "Oh. my head—my head." I'hiliji shot out an arm, because iIih man looked like falling. JMert suddenly grabbed at Philip and pointed to another <loor. "What's that?" • "What's what ?" TheiV sprawled on the floor was the body oi " Donovan. Mar. Jrtli, i;i.i7.