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THE CHINESE PRIMROSE
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. FRISCO MYSTERY
? CHAPTER II. CROSSED TRAILS
? CHAPTER III. THE SHADOW'S THEORY
? CHAPTER IV. ANOTHER VISITOR
? CHAPTER V. THE HIDDEN MASTER
? CHAPTER VI. ALLIES OF JUSTICE
? CHAPTER VII. HARRY TAKES OVER
? CHAPTER VIII. AT THE HONG KONG SHOP
? CHAPTER IX. BATTLE OF DARKNESS
? CHAPTER X. THE WAY OF THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XI. CREATURES BY NIGHT
? CHAPTER XII. WEIRD FLIGHT
? CHAPTER XIII. THE WAY OF LI HUSANG
? CHAPTER XIV. CRIME'S OTHER CAMP
? CHAPTER XV. FRIEND MEETS FRIEND
? CHAPTER XVI. THE DOUBLE DEAL
? CHAPTER XVII. THE PRICE OF LIFE
? CHAPTER XVIII. PARTNERS OF EVIL
? CHAPTER XIX. PATHS OF PERIL
? CHAPTER XX. THE CLOSED TRAP
? CHAPTER XXI. CRIME REVOKED

CHAPTER I. FRISCO MYSTERY
THE man behind the desk was very bland, his face so smugly serene that it registered a definite
expression. It told that its owner was an adept at keeping certain matters to himself; a fact of which his
visitor was quite aware, and showed it.

For the visitor formed quite a contrast to the man behind the desk. Pale, peak-faced, and twitchy of lips,
the visitor was nervous.

Elredge Brend, the man behind the desk, was always serene, whereas the caller, Mark Trobin, was
generally worried. It took a lot of nerve in their particular racket, and Brend apparently had full control of
himself, while Trobin did not.

The door of Brend's office bore the title: "Pacific Prune Producers." All about the office were pictures of
prune groves: colored tints of trees laden with purplish, plumlike fruit. Aptly enough, the office was
located in San Francisco, as a view from its windows disclosed.

Gazing from the window which he faced, Brend could see the Ferry Tower and the great bridge to
Oakland, beyond. But Trobin, who was looking toward Brend's desk, viewed the scene that a different
window afforded, and did not like it.

Trobin's view showed him the squatty, low-lying buildings of Frisco's Chinatown, already spotted with
varicolored lights beneath the gathering dusk. The sight was sinister to Trobin.