message before their plans were made. One by one they left the
headquarters, hiding in doorways, basements and areaways along the
narrow street.

. . . . . . .

Long Sin was making his rounds, visiting all those whom the
glitter of Wu's money could corrupt.

Suddenly from the shadows of a narrow street, lined with the
stores of petty Chinese merchants, half a dozen lithe and
murderous figures leaped out behind Long Sin and seized him. He
struggled, but they easily threw him down.

Any one who has visited Chinatown knows that at every corner and
bend of the crooked streets stands a policeman. It was scarcely a
second before the noise of the scuffle was heard, but it was too
late. The half dozen Tong men had seized the money which Long Sin
carried and had deftly stripped him of everything else of value.

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