H. Bedford-Jones

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H. Bedford-Jones The Emperor's Amulet (1921)

Somewhere in or near this city, 1500 miles from the coast, were a number of objects recently taken from the grave of the Emperor Ling Ti of the Han dynasty—objects which, from an historical and artistic standpoint of value, were worth their weight in rubies to any collector or museum.
One of those objects had been in the possession of the man who had just died of smallpox.
"One word, Benson," said Hanecy slowly. "You're a clever devil. The mandarin here is working for you. You'd cheerfully pay high to have me killed.
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H. Bedford-Jones The Emperor's Amulet (1921)

Benson took the green cicada, held it up, examined it closely. Six feet away the poor scholar came to a dead halt, gaping at the stone in astounded recognition. He was unobserved by the three, for folk were eddying all around him, staring curiously at the white man.
Then from the scholar burst a chattering shout:
"Help! These are the men who murdered the bookseller Wang in the Street of Ten Thousand Bright Flowers! That green-stone insect——"
Provincial soldiers who vary their legitimate occupation with a spice of banditry on the side are by no means fools.
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