The Bradys' Chinese Clew; Or, The Secret Dens of Pell Street

by Francis Worcester Doughty

  CHAPTER II.

  ED FINDS ETHEL.

  Ed Cullen was not yet eighteen, although he looked to be twenty.

  The boy, in fact, had but just graduated from the Albany High School.

  He little dreamed into what peculiar adventures this visit to New Yorkwas destined to lead him.

  The fall of the two flagstones came altogether as a surprise to Ed.

  Doubtless the weight of the Bradys as they trod upon them completed thework of the water.

  At all events, Ed had no more than planted his feet upon them when downthey went.

  The shock sent the boy on his knees.

  He scrambled up and answered the Bradys as told.

  Then an instant later Ed was seized from behind by two pairs of hands.

  A secret door--bricks set in a box--had opened.

  The boy, in spite of his struggles, was dragged through the opening.

  Two Chinamen had captured Ed.

  But why?

  There was the mystery!

  And we may as well add right here that just how it came about was neverfully explained.

  The chances are that the pair were inside the secret door when Ed fell,and hearing the noise, looked in upon him, although he did not see them.

  A third Chink in American dress, which was not the case with the others,stood in a narrow passage holding a lantern.

  Instantly Ed recognized him as Pow Chow, the Chinese mission worker whohad run away with Ethel Rawson and caused all the trouble.

  "You scoundrel!" cried Ed, who was nothing if not plucky.

  He made a dive at the fellow and dealt him a stinging blow in the face.

  It was a piece of folly, of course.

  That was the time Ed got it good and plenty.

  Pow Chow hit him over the head with the lantern.

  The two others set upon the boy and gave him a good pounding.

  Then having completely subdued him, for Ed saw that he was not in it,they dragged him along the passage through a door, and into one of thesecret dens of Pell street, of which there are many, if rumor tells thetruth.

  It was a square room furnished in Chinese style and lighted by a hanginglamp.

  The Chinaman gave Ed a shove and laughed when he landed on his back in acorner.

  But Pow Chow did not laugh.

  He came forward threateningly.

  "You little fool! Whatever brought you to New York?" he demanded."Looking for Ethel, hey?"

  Pow Chow's English was perfect, for he was San Francisco born and hismother was a white woman, so he had always claimed, although he did notlook like a half breed.

  Ed picked himself up and glared at this man, whom he hated and despised.

  "Where's Ethel?" he demanded, feeling that he had to say something.

  "Never you mind where she is. What brought you here? Came to find herand to bring her back, I suppose. Well, she won't go."

  "I haven't a thing to say to you," retorted Ed. "You let me out of hereor Old King Brady will be after you. I want you to understand I am withhim."

  It was an exceedingly foolish speech.

  The two Chinks began to chatter in their own language.

  "Do you mean to say your father has set Old King Brady on to me?"demanded Pow Chow.

  "Yes, he has. I was with him and his partner when I fell down into thathole. They'll be right after me. You let me go!"

  Instead of answering, the man said something to his companions.

  Evidently he gave the order to have Ed carried still further into thesesecret dens.

  They immediately set upon the boy and blindfolded him.

  Ed was then dragged out of the room, hurried upstairs and downstairs,through passages, up more stairs, and then down a long flight.

  Resistance was impossible. A Chinaman had him on either side.

  At last the journey ending, the handkerchief was removed, and Ed foundhimself in a little box of a room where there was a mattress flung downon the floor.

  "There!" exclaimed Pow Chow. "Now we have brought you to a place whereyour friends, the Bradys, will never find you, Eddie. See that bed--it'syours for to-night--better get on it and make yourself as comfortable asyou can."

  And having said this, Pow Chow withdrew. His companions followed him,and Ed found himself a prisoner behind an iron door, which no power hecould have exerted would budge.

  And in that secret den Ed Butler stopped all night.

  Worse still for the boy's peace of mind, he remained in that hot, stuffyplace all the next day.

  No one came near him.

  At the end of his imprisonment Ed found himself a very uncomfortableboy.

  Ravenously hungry, choked with thirst, despairing of ever getting help,he was thoroughly alarmed for his own safety.

  He had almost come to the conclusion that Pow Chow meant to let himstarve to death there in the secret den.

  But no!

  Relief came at last.

  It did not come with the appearance of Pow Chow, however.

  The two Chinamen who had captured him now appeared.

  Ed was taken out and again blindfolded, was led by many devious ways toa large, well furnished room, which seemed to be on an upper floor, forhe could see roofs out of a window.

  There were several Chinamen sitting around smoking.

  None of them paid any attention to Ed.

  The idea now seemed to be to give the boy a chance to repair damages.

  He was shown a sink, where he washed his face and hands.

  Meanwhile a big, coarse looking white woman was busy putting food on atable.

  A fairly good meal was spread, and Ed was told to eat.

  By this time, as may well be imagined, the boy's prejudices had beenovercome, and he demolished the food in short order.

  Twice he asked about Pow Chow, and once what they intended to do withhim, but no attention whatever was paid to his questions.

  The meal over, one of the Chinamen offered him a cigar.

  Ed had learned to smoke.

  The cigar looked good to him, and he lit it, thinking that if he madehimself sociable good might come of it.

  It was just the reverse.

  The cigar was drugged beyond all question.

  Ed did not discover this until he had smoked fully half of it.

  Then his head began to buzz.

  He put the cigar down and staggered to his feet.

  The Chinks were all watching him curiously the moment he made a move.

  Ed tried to speak, but the words sounded like gibberish even to his ownears.

  The room was whirling now.

  Ed thought he was whirling with it.

  The next he knew he was staggering backward.

  He tried to get his balance, but it was impossible.

  Falling, he struck the back of his head a blow which knocked him outcompletely.

  When at last the boy came to his senses the scene had changed.

  Ed now found himself lying on the bottom of a wagon with a pillow underhis head.

  He felt miserably sick and nauseated, and his head ached horribly.

  The wagon was rattling over rough pavements.

  He could see that it was being driven by an Americanized Chinaman;another of the same sort sat with him on the seat.

  Slowly the boy began to pull himself together and to take in hissituation.

  His next discovery was that instead of being in his own clothes he wasdressed in Chinese costume.

  "Where can they be taking me? Whatever do they mean to do with me?" Edasked himself.

  But these were questions to which he could find no answer, of course.

  He ventured to speak at last.

  One of the Chinamen then produced a revolver, and looking back, stuckthe weapon in Ed's face.

  "Lookee here, you boy!" he growled, "keepee belly still; be belly goodnow or me shootee you dead--see? Dlat light. Me killee you if you makeefluss--see?"

  Ed would have been dumb indeed if he had not
understood the danger ofhis position.

  He resolved to go slow, and he lay still for the remainder of the drive,which seemed interminable.

  But it came to an end at last.

  As Ed lay he could form no idea where he was going; indeed, he could nothave told much about it anyhow.

  All he had to go by was the fact that for the last half hour they hadbeen driving along a country road.

  He felt sure that they must have passed beyond the city limits for thatreason.

  At last the wagon stopped and one of the Chinamen got out.

  He was gone some minutes, and when he returned Pow Chow was with him.

  The latter climbed up into the wagon and looked in on Ed.

  "Well, Eddie, how do you feel?" he demanded in a tone which seemed to beintended to be friendly.

  "I feel bad enough even to suit you, I guess," replied Ed. "What haveyou brought me away out here for? What do you intend to do with me?"

  "I intend to take you to Ethel if you will go quietly," was the answer."If you won't do that, I suppose I shall have to take you by force.Which shall it be?"

  "Oh, I'll go," said Ed. "Got to, I suppose. Does Ethel stand for the wayyou have treated me?"

  "Ethel is my wife," replied Pow Chow. "She stands for anything I standfor--see? Get out and behave yourself now, Eddy, and you will come to noharm. I am sorry they kept you so long without feeding you. That was amistake."

  Ed now allowed Pow Chow to help him out of the wagon.

  The effects of the drugged cigar had not altogether departed yet, as hefound when he got on his feet.

  They were out in the country and close to the shore of some large bodyof salt water, but it was not the ocean. Ed could see lights on theopposite shore, which seemed to be a long distance away.

  They turned up a lane and came to a small frame house standing backamong trees. Ed could not see any other house near.

  Pow Chow led him around to the rear, and as they approached Ed saw Ethelappear at the open door.

  The foolish girl was flashily dressed in Chinese female costume, wearinga red silk blouse and yellow trousers with Chinese shoes on her feet.

  There were imitation diamonds in her hair and a big one in the form of abrooch was at her throat--perhaps she thought them real.

  She looked to Ed so ridiculous that he could hardly refrain fromlaughing.

  But he controlled himself and she came out to meet him.

  "Oh, Eddie!" she exclaimed. "So you've come. I could hardly believe dearPow when he said he meant to fetch you. How did you leave them all athome? Of course, I don't care what Mr. Butler thinks, but is mother verymad with me?"

  "Indeed she is! I left her sick in bed," replied Ed. "Oh, Ethel, howcould you ever be such a fool?"

  "Come, shut up. None of that talk," said Pow Chow gruffly. "Go on in."

  They entered, Ethel leading the way to a little parlor.

  "We have taken this house, furnished, for a few weeks," she said. "Yousee we had to hide, for, of course, I knew father--I mean Mr.Butler--would send detectives after us. I hear he did it, too--theBradys. You were with them last night. Tell me all about it, Eddie, andthen perhaps I'll tell you something which will make you open youreyes."

  "Come, cut that out!" broke in Pow Chow. "We haven't decided yet whetherto tell him or not, you know. Anyway, we have got him safely out ofChinatown. I understand the Bradys were looking for him half the night."

  "And they didn't find him. Oh, I am so glad. It's a shame he had tosuffer so, though. I think you might have made it easier for my brother,Pow."

  Ed was on the point of breaking in with: "I'm not your brother," but heconcluded that it would pay him best to hold his tongue until heunderstood better what all this meant.

  He had his suspicions, however.

  He felt quite certain that it had something to do with the papers stolenfrom his father about which there had been much mystery.

  Ed knew something about these papers, but not all.

  What he knew we shall later explain.