Howard R. Garis

“ Newton came the man wearing a new pair of gloves.
“It's a good thing Larry didn't undertake this thing alone,” thought Mr. Newton. “The chase is leading into a dangerous part of town. But it's just the place where I'd expect the gang to have its headquarters.”
“I hope he doesn't give up until he gets where I want him to,” murmured the man with the gloves. “If he doesn't we'll show him a thing or two, and I guess he'll not be so fond of monkeying with other people's affairs after this,” and he smiled in a cruel sort of way that boded no good to Mr. Newton.
Peter was playing his part well. ”

“ Newton could have seen the figure of a short, stout man glide out from the shadow of the cigar store, as he himself left the place, and follow after him, he might not have felt so easy in his mind about his ability to catch Peter. The man, taking after Mr. Newton, moved rapidly along, taking care to keep well in the shadows. ”

“ There were vegetables like cucumbers, pickled watermelon rind, sweetened ginger root, Lichi nuts, sunflower seeds, pickled eggs, dried sharks' fins, the pith of bamboo shoots, ready for eating, bottles of rice wine, odd-shaped dishes, and many chopsticks. ”