The sound of the approaching policeman now alarmed them.  Just as the new Tong leader had raised an axe to bring it down with crushing force on Long Sin’s skull a shot rang out and the axe fell from the broken wrist of the Chinaman.

In another moment the policeman had seized him.  Then followed a sharp fight in which the Tong men’s knowledge of jiu-jitsu stood them in good stead.  The policeman was hurled aside, the Tong leader broke away, and one by one his followers disappeared through dark hallways and alleyways, leaving the policeman with only two prisoners and Long Sin lying on the sidewalk.

But the ring and the money were gone.

“Are you hurt much?” demanded the burly Irish officer, assisting Long Sin to his feet, none too gently.

Long Sin was furious over the loss of the precious ring, yet he knew to involve himself in the white man’s law would end only in disaster both for him and his master.  He forced a painful smile, shook his head and managed to get away down the street muttering.

He made his way up-town and back to the apartment of Wu, and there, pacing up and down in a fury, attended to his wounds.

His forefinger, from which the ring had been so ruthlessly snatched, was a constant reminder to him of the loss.  Any one who could have studied the vengefulness of his face would have seen that it boded ill for some one.

. . . . . . .

It was the day after her return from Aunt Tabby’s that Kennedy called again upon Elaine to find that she and Aunt Josephine were engaged in the pleasant pastime of arranging an entertainment.

Jennings announced Craig and held back the portieres as he entered.

“Oh, good!” cried Elaine as she saw him.  “You are just in time.  I was going to send you this, but I should much rather give it to you.”

She handed him a tastefully engraved sheet of paper which he read with interest: 

          Miss Elaine Dodge
  requests the honor of your presence
       at an Oriental Reception
      on April 6th, at 8 o’clock.

“Very interesting,” exclaimed Craig enthusiastically.  “I shall be delighted to come.”

He looked about a moment at the library which Elaine was already rearranging for the entertainment.

“Then you must work,” she cried gaily.  “You are just in time to help me buy the decorations.  No objections—­come along.”

She took Kennedy’s arm playfully.

“But I have a very important investigation for the Coroner that I am—­”

“No excuses,” she cried, laughingly, dragging him out.

Among the many places which Elaine had down on her shopping list was a small Chinese curio shop on lower Fifth avenue.

They entered and were greeted with a profound bow by the proprietor.  He was the new Tong leader, and this up-town shop was his cover.  In actual fact, he was what might have been called a Chinese fence for stolen goods.