Howard R. Garis

“ Newton felt so elated over the discovery he had accidentally made that he felt like hopping and skipping along the street. Thinking that would hardly be in keeping with the dignity of a reporter, however, he fell to whistling to relieve his spirits, and warbled forth tuneful strains from a comic opera, as being most appropriate.
“Now to see Larry, and tell him the good news,” thought Mr. Newton. “We'll have to make careful plans to close in on the gang. The only thing lacking is to know where they are, but with what I know I'll have no trouble finding them. Whoop! I feel like a boy again!” ”

“ In Chinatown it is the policy of the inhabitants to relate just as little as they can.
With all his reporter's experience in tracing matters, with all the skill which long association with the police and detectives had given him, Mr. Newton sought to locate some member of the blue-handed gang to learn where their headquarters were now. But all to no avail. Even the advertisement Larry had inserted, agreeing to sign the deed, was not answered.
“I hope Larry is having better luck than I am,” mused the reporter. “I'm beat, I'm afraid. Guess I'll drop in here, and get a cigar. ”

“ As he passed through the dimly-lighted halls a door would open here and there, and the head of a Chinese would be poked out. But the portal was quickly closed again when the owner of the head saw it was an American youth.
After a riot such as had just transpired, the Chinese had no desire to answer embarrassing questions such as they knew the Americans asked. The Americans were too curious, the Celestials thought. So it was best to stay in one's room, and pretend not to hear or see anything. Thus Larry was not interfered with or molested, as he might have been on another occasion. ”