Dr. Yen Sin #2 July-August 1936 by Donald E. Keyhoe & Radio Archives

Author:Donald E. Keyhoe & Radio Archives [Keyhoe, Donald E.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mysteries & Thrillers
Publisher: RadioArchives.com
Published: 2012-10-02T00:00:00+00:00

THREE minutes later the cars halted by a small dock opposite Blackwell’s Island. Nearby, a motorcycle man lay dead under his wrecked machine. Another officer, obviously wounded, ran toward them, cursing and groaning.

“They jumped on an express cruiser! They’re going up the West Channel!”

A red-faced lieutenant ran for the nearest phone, but it was several minutes before a fast police boat swung in to the dock. Traile and the others jumped aboard, and the boat sped ahead in pursuit of the fleeing craft. As they approached Ward Island, the man at the searchlight gave an exclamation.

“There’s a cruiser runnin’ without lights!”

The darkened boat heeled to pass through the narrow channel. As it swung into the wider expanse of the East River, south of the Bronx, a green rocket flared up from the gloom beyond. It was answered by a red rocket from the commuting-cruiser. The searchlight man swerved the beam toward the spot from which the green signal had come. It fell on a trim white yacht some distance ahead.

“Hell!” he said, startled. “Why, that’s the Mahola — Mark Bannister’s yacht!”

“Keep your light on the cruiser,” Traile said hurriedly. “They’ll trick us if they get the chance.”

After one attempt to dodge out of the beam, the commuter ploughed straight for the yacht. Traile frowned thoughtfully at the smaller craft.

“There’s something odd about this,” he muttered to Allen. “Even if we can’t stop it, they must know that the yacht will be caught before it reaches open sea.”

“Maybe we’ve been fooled,” Allen said hastily. “They might not be aboard at all.”

Traile looked at the searchlight man.

“Have you a pair of field glasses?”

“Right back of you,” said the policeman.

Traile focused them on the cruiser. He could see several figures in the luxuriously-fitted cockpit at the stern. Doctor Yen Sin was looking back impassively. He saw Kang Fu, and he thought he glimpsed Eric lying helpless at the half-caste’s feet. Bannister seemed to be arguing with the Crime Emperor. Yen Sin shook his head, turned, and vanished within the cabin.

“Don’t let them out of your beam for a second,” Traile said to the man at the searchlight “The most dangerous criminal alive is in that boat.”

“You don’t mean Bannister?” the cop gasped.

“No, but he’s mixed up in it,” said Traile.

“The yacht’s lights are going on,” exclaimed Allen.

Traile stared toward the vessel. Only the riding lights had been showing. Now, lighted portholes made two strings of yellow dots along the yacht’s side. Another light glowed, up on the bridge, then a powerful searchlight swept around toward the police boat. Traile shielded his eyes, tried to see ahead. In a moment the searchlight shifted, and he saw another police boat putting out from Flushing Bay. He raised the field glasses. Bannister and Doctor Yen Sin were now visible up in the deckhouse, as the cruiser slowed and turned in toward the Mahola. He saw Kang Fu and another man drag Eric to his feet.

The commuting-boat passed out of sight on the other side of the yacht.

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