Mystery of the Chinese Ring

“I couldn’t. There’s an underground network that passes information along. From it, I learned that the Ancient One had finally been persuaded to seek haven and peace in the outside world. I also learned that he was in grave danger of being made a prisoner. If this happened, then all members of the House of Kwang would have to obey the orders of the Chinese Red government. The government believes that the House of Kwang has hidden valuables worth millions of dollars. If they took the Ancient One prisoner, the family would be forced to tell where these valuables are or never see the head of their family again. And you know how the Chinese worship and revere the head of the house.”

Chuba sat silent, wide-eyed, as Charles Keene told his story.

“It was foolish of me, I guess. But when I heard they were about to move in on the Ancient One, I decided on a gamble. I sent word back that I was flying in. They were to have the Ancient One ready. I’d pick him up and come out. I had the whole thing figured out. Wouldn’t take more than five hours in and out. I also figured on the element of surprise. No one would be expecting such a bold move.”

“And what happened?”

“Everything got fouled up. My starboard motor conked out. Carburetor iced up in the rarefied atmosphere. Couldn’t maintain flying speed and had to make a forced landing. Banged the plane up so I couldn’t take off again. And then, just as I was making a signal to Unhao, they grabbed me.”

“That was you then. Your signal came the first morning I was in Unhao.”

“So part of it did get through! I hoped it had.” Charlie continued his story. “I was brought here, and the next day, they brought in the Ancient One.”

The conversation was cut short by the sound of the key turning in the door. It swung open, and a Chinese entered bringing food. Biff hadn’t realized how much time had passed. But now he realized he was ravenously hungry. As the servant placed the food on one of the benches, the guard stood just inside the door, his gun covering the prisoners.

Nothing was said as they ate. All were famished. Biff raised his plate to scrape up the last few grains of rice. As he did so, his eye was caught by a small, square piece of thin paper stuck on the bottom of the plate.

He removed the paper, and once more, saw the symbol “K,” the seal of the House of Kwang.

Without a word, Biff handed it to the Ancient One. The old man looked at it. Now it was his time to talk as the Americans and Chuba listened.

CHAPTER XX
Muscles “Muscles” In

Muscles checked his watch for the tenth time in the past five minutes. He was growing more and more impatient. The minute hand showed it to be ten minutes past four o’clock. Twenty minutes remained before Biff’s four-hour deadline would run out.

The powerful mechanic had returned to the spring. He kept his eyes turned in the direction of the path taken by Chan Li, Biff, and Chuba. He kept them turned that way except for the times he glared at the crystal of his watch.

There was no sign of anyone. He could see the path at several spots. He had watched closely as long as he could when the party of three had left. Since their departure, he had seen no one.

“They could be back by now,” he said to himself. “Plenty of time to get there and back.” Impatiently, he strode up and down. Deep within him, Muscles knew that he really wasn’t expecting them to return. His doubts, his fears had grown as the minutes became hours. He pounded his fist into the palm of his other hand. He wanted action. He was a man of action. This waiting, he told himself, was strictly for the birds.

At 4:25, Muscles could stand it no longer. He started for the path. If Biff, Chuba, Charlie Keene, and their guide were returning, he’d meet them on the way.

Muscles went along the path at a dog trot. Without realizing, he broke into a run. He checked himself when he came to the path’s sharp left turn and the steep rise to the crumbling stone wall.

Now he was certain that Chan Li had led his friends into a trap. It was nearly 5:30—an hour over the deadline. The path by the wall, Muscles noticed, ran each way. Which way to turn, left or right? His decision was made for him by a sound. Muscles crouched low, just off the path, out of sight. He could plainly hear someone coming toward him.

He stared through a small opening in the thick bush he was using as cover. His muscles tensed, he was ready to spring like a tiger.

A figure suddenly came into view. It was Chan Li. With a snarl, Muscles sprang. He jumped on the back of the Chinese. His weight hurled the slighter man to the ground. Like a cat, Muscles leaped up. He snatched Chan’s right arm, twisted it, until Chan was face down on the ground. Muscles, keeping pressure on the arm, plunked himself down on Chan’s back. Increasing pressure on the arm until Chan gasped in pain, Muscles rasped out, “Okay, let’s have it, and fast. Where are the boys?”

Chan didn’t answer.

“You’re going to be a one-armed Chinese if you don’t talk.” Muscles cupped his free hand on the back of Chan’s head. He ground the man’s face in the dirt. “Talk!”

The pain was bad enough, but the humiliation of having his face ground into the dirt, of losing face literally, was more than Chan could stand.

“I talk,” he said.

Muscles released the pressure. He stood up. “Now get up, you dog. Get up and tell me what happened.”

“I had to do it. I had to lead boys to Ping Lu. If I don’t, he do great harm to my family.”

“Ping Lu? Who’s he? Member of the Kwang tribe?”

“No, he big boss in this territory.”

“So, you turned traitor to your own. Where are the boys?”

“In big house, not far from here.”

“Let’s get going then. Show me the way.”

Chan Li seemed to shrink in size at Muscles’ words. “Oh, no! No! Never. They kill me. They kill you if we go back. Many guards. All armed.”

Muscles thought fast. “Charles Keene is there, too?”

Chan nodded his head.

“Now listen, you double-crosser. I don’t trust you, but I’ve got to. Do you know any members of the Kwang family who are opposed to this Ping Lu you mentioned?”

“Oh, yes. Are many around here.”

“All right. Now get this, and get it straight. You’re going to take me to one of them. And if you try to cross me, you’ll die along with me. I can knock you off with one blow.” Muscles held a clenched fist to Chan’s face. He twisted it on the Chinese’s nose. “I’ll be this close to you all the time. And believe me, I’ll get you before anyone gets me. Understand?”

“I understand. Chan Li won’t try double cross.”

“Okay. Let’s get going then. And on the double.”

The Ancient One took the slip of paper from Biff. He looked at it carefully, then nodded his head. He turned to Chuba and spoke softly, swiftly. After a few moments, he stopped and indicated with a nod toward Biff and Charles Keene that Chuba was to interpret.

“The Ancient One says there is great hope for escape. This piece of paper comes from one of his grandsons. He works in the kitchen. It is not known by the officials here that this cook is member of the House of Kwang. He was placed here to spy on Ping Lu. To try to find out plans. To warn when danger threatens Kwang House people.”

The Ancient One resumed his speaking.

“He says that paper with ‘K’ on it is signal. Either tonight, when clock makes twelve strikes, or tomorrow night at same time, attempt will be made to rescue him and us.”

“How, Chuba? Ask him how?” Biff said.

As Chuba spoke, the Ancient One shook his head.

“Does not know exact plans. His grandson will try to be servant who comes for tray. He will tell us plan.”

Biff looked at his uncle. “Guess there’s nothing we can do but wait.”

Uncle Charlie agreed. “But things look good. When members of the House of Kwang act, they’re usually successful.”

“Then how in the world did they ever let the Ancient One get captured in the first place?” Biff asked.

“I think the Ancient One himself had something to do with that. He doesn’t really want to leave his homeland. He is old, and like all Chinese, he wants his final resting place to be in the earth of his native land.”

“I’ve heard that was true—Look, Uncle Charlie, I think I may have an idea as to why Ping Lu is so desperate for you to sign that paper.”

“Give out, Biff. Give out.”

“Well, I’m not sure, of course, but on our way to Jaraminka, we ran into something very strange.”

“Was much big workings,” Chuba cut in. “Many, many more big machines than when camp was cleared at Unhao.”

“Tell me more, Biff.”

Biff described the activity they had discovered behind the wire fence. He told his uncle of the immensity of the project, of the furious pace at which the men worked, of the bulldozers, the cranes, the steam shovels.

“And there’s an air strip already completed. It was loaded with planes. You have an idea what it might be?”

Charles Keene thought a few moments before replying. “Only a slight idea from what you’ve told me, Biff. I’d have to see the place.”

“Maybe you can take a look on our way back.”

“If we ever get out of here,” his uncle said soberly.

“We’ll get out,” Biff said spiritedly.

“Hope you’re right, Biff. You know, putting two and two together, the build-up of the Army in this area, and what you’ve described, it could be that Ping Lu thinks my real reason for coming in was to get information on the huge construction job.”

“That’s what I thought, Uncle Charlie.”

There was a noise at the door. All four raised expectant, hopeful eyes. Their expression of hope changed to one of despair.

The same servant who had brought the meal came into the room to remove the tray piled with dishes.

What had happened to the Ancient One’s grandson?

CHAPTER XXI
Out of the Frying Pan

The clank of a heavy key in the lock of the door woke Biff the next day. He started to yawn, and stretched the kinks from his shoulders and legs. Abruptly he sat up. It could be the “cook!” Biff’s hopes dimmed when the man entered. Again it was the same old servant, well protected by an armed guard.

Biff looked at the Ancient One. His face was expressionless. Uncle Charlie shrugged his shoulders at Biff’s questioning look.

“Don’t let it get you down, Biff. We haven’t lost yet. Maybe at the noon meal, perhaps we’ll get some word then.”

“Wish Muscles were here. If he were we could overpower the guard and make a break for it.”

“Muscles—what made you think of Muscles all of a sudden?”

Biff clamped his open hand on his head, his jaw dropped as a thought struck him.

“I com-plete-ly forgot to tell you. Muscles is here, in China, in Jaraminka!”

“Where’d you leave him?” Uncle Charlie decided details could be explained later.

“Back at a spring, just west of the city. I hope he got my message. I tried to tell him—he was hiding, but I’m sure he could hear us—that if we weren’t back in four hours then we’d been led into a trap.” Biff’s words rushed out in one jumbled sentence.

“That’s the best news I’ve heard yet, Biff. Muscles is a good operator.”

“But what could he do? He’d be spotted in a minute,” Biff said.

“Haven’t got the answer to that one,” Uncle Charlie replied. “But I’d bet on Muscles in any situation. He bulldogs in where angels fear to tread.”

The morning hours dragged. As noon approached, Biff became more and more restless.

“Wish something would happen—anything! I wonder why Ping Lu hasn’t sent for us?”

“Playing a waiting game, Biff,” his uncle replied. “The longer he keeps us here with no word, the more tense and nervous we’ll get. He knows that. Uncertainty, waiting, not knowing what move the enemy will make next is one of the surest ways of making a man reach his breaking point. And your being here, he reasons, will make me twice as jittery.”

The hour of noon came and passed. No one came to the prison room. Biff was wondering how near his breaking point was when, shortly after one o’clock, the now familiar rasp of a key in the door was heard.

“Make it be the Ancient One’s grandson,” Biff said half aloud. The others were praying for the same thing.

The door swung inward. Whether the new servant was the grandson, Biff didn’t know. But it was a different man. He brought a tray of food over and placed it beside Tao Kwang. Biff thought he saw the man’s lips move, but he couldn’t be sure. The servant left. The door was locked behind him. Biff looked at Chuba. “Did he say anything? Ask the Ancient One.”

Chuba spoke softly, rapidly to the old man. The old one’s reply was a single sentence. Chuba translated:

“Tonight when the clock makes the twelve strikes.”

“That’s all? Didn’t give you any details?”

“That’s all Ancient One tell Chuba. I think that all grandson tell the Ancient One.”

Never had Biff known a day to pass so slowly. The suspense became unbearable. Charlie Keene tried to calm Biff down.

“I think you’d be better off if you’d try to rest. Pacing back and forth isn’t going to make the time go by any quicker. Get Chuba to teach you the Oriental art of patience.”

“Rest? Who can rest at a time like this?” Biff replied. Then he was ashamed at the angry tone in his voice. “I’m sorry, Uncle Charlie. I didn’t mean to—”

“I understand, Biff. But you may need all your strength when midnight comes. Try stretching out for a little while.”

Biff took his uncle’s advice. His mind was in a turmoil as he lay on the hard wooden bench, his cupped hands beneath his head serving for a pillow. Sleep would never come, he told himself. The next thing he knew, he was being gently shaken. Uncle Charlie was bending over him, grinning.

“Almost midnight, Biff. Better come alive.”

“Midnight!” Biff sat up in astonishment. He couldn’t believe it. “But what about supper? Did I sleep right through it?”

“No one brought anything tonight. Don’t know why.” Charles Keene picked up the kerosene lamp which gave the room its only light, and blew it out. “If anything is going to happen, it would be better if the guards thought we were asleep.”

They waited in the darkness. There was no conversation. But the tension in the room was so strong, it seemed as though you could touch it like a physical thing. Biff knew he could feel it.

Biff’s hopes went high and low like a playground swing. Suddenly his ears caught a strange noise. It came from the far end of the corridor through which Biff and Chuba had been led to Ping Lu.

The noise grew louder. Shouts were heard. Running feet could be heard in the corridor. Biff sprang to the barred window of the door. He peered into the dimly lighted hall. The guard was gone. Now the cries became louder.

“Chuba! Can you make out what’s being said?”

Chuba came to the door. He put his head close to the bars.

“Fire! Much shoutings of fire. Fire in kitchen!”

In the kitchen. Where the grandson served as a cook. This must be it!

Moments passed. Heavy footsteps were heard in the hall. Biff, his uncle, and Chuba crowded toward the door. Only the Ancient One remained where he was, seated on the far wall bench. He sat quietly, waiting.

The sound of running feet came nearer. A figure skidded to a stop by their door. Behind this figure stood what was certainly the biggest Chinese in all the Orient.

The key turned. The grandson came in. Behind him came the giant. Under an almost concealing broad-brimmed hat, the “Oriental” was grinning widely.

“Muscles! How did you get here?” Biff and Charlie shot the question at their friend in the same breath.

“No time for an answer now. We got to make with the feet. There’s enough excitement in the kitchen now to cover our escape.”

The grandson was at the side of the Ancient One. He helped him to his feet.

“Hold it,” Muscles called out. “Let me see if the coast is clear.” He leaned out the door. “Looks okay—oh-oh—hold it. A guard’s coming along. I’ll take him.”

And he did. As the guard reached the door, Muscle’s huge arm snaked out. He grabbed the guard by the collar and lifted him by one hand into the room. With his other hand, he struck the guard a chopping blow, and the guard went limp without uttering a sound. Charlie Keene caught him as he slumped over.

“Stack him in the corner, Charlie. Might be another one coming along.”

Muscles was right. Another guard came trotting down the hall and received the same treatment.

“Two down—how many to go?” Muscles was enjoying himself.

“More guards coming,” Chuba whispered excitedly.

“Two of them this time,” Muscles said. “Makes a more even match.”

The giant mechanic waited until the two were in the corridor a pace beyond the door. He jerked the door open, pounced on the two guards, and in a swooping motion, cracked their heads together. He dragged them into the room.

“Muscles, look, let’s put these four on the benches. Anybody looking in will think it’s us sleeping,” Biff suggested in a whisper.

“Smart,” Uncle Charlie agreed, nodding. The unconscious guards were carefully posed as drowsy prisoners. Chuba had taken a position just outside the door as this was being done.

“No more guards coming,” he called softly.

The four prisoners left their cell. Muscles motioned to the grandson for the keys. He turned the lock.

“Don’t know whether you’d call that a fair exchange,” he said, “but it’s an even one.”

“Come. We must lose no more time.” The grandson took the lead. The others followed. They passed through the room where Ping Lu had held court. A door on the other side of the room led to another corridor, this one narrower and shorter.

“Hope he knows where he’s going,” Biff said.

“He ought to. This used to be his home. He grew up here,” Muscles replied.

At the end of the corridor, their path was blocked by another door. The grandson tried it. It wouldn’t yield.

“No keys,” he said.

“Okay then, stand back.” Muscles took six steps away from the door. Then, with a bull-like charge, he hurtled his powerful body against it. The door sprang from its hinges, fell flat on the ground outside, with Muscles sprawling on top of it.

It took only seconds to reach the stone wall. The Ancient One was helped over. Biff turned as he crossed the wall. One end of the house was ablaze. Figures could be seen running frantically around, casting weird, dancing shadows.

As Biff watched, he saw four men leave the light of the blaze and come on a run to the place in the wall they had just crossed.

“Hurry,” Biff shouted. “They’re after us.”

CHAPTER XXII
Hong Kong and Points East

The party moved swiftly through the night. The grandson never hesitated. He knew every bend and turn in the path. Suddenly he stopped.

“We must rest a few minutes,” he said. “Honorable grandfather is old. He cannot stand this pace.”

“But we’ve got to keep going,” Biff insisted. “I saw four men leave the fire and come after us.”

“Fear not, my friend. I think I know who they are. But stay here, I’ll go back down the path and make certain,” the “cook” said.

The grandson vanished in the night. Biff felt sure that any moment the party would be jumped by pursuing guards. Then he heard voices. The grandson came back, followed by four men.

“My brothers and cousins,” the grandson said. “They are more grandsons of the Old Lord. One of them is brother to your friend Ling Tang.”

Muscles stepped into the group. “Sure, I know these guys. They’re okay. These are real members of the House of Kwang. I made that double-crosser Chan Li take me to them. We worked out the whole escape. This fellow,” Muscles pointed to the grandson-servant, “he started the whole thing. Set the kitchen on fire. Then he grabbed the keys, and led me to your room. The others stayed back to watch the guards. Held some of them back all right. Must have been more than twenty on duty.”

“We can go on now,” the grandson said quietly. “The Ancient One has rested.”

Two grandsons came to the side of the old man. Each placed a supporting arm around his waist. The party continued on its way.

Except for short, regular rest periods, they kept going all night. As dawn broke, the party stopped for a lengthier rest. All were near exhaustion from the excitement and the steady pace they had kept up. The Old One slept like a baby, held in the arms of one of his grandsons.

They rested most of the morning. It was far safer to travel at night. On the second day, as they reached a safer distance from Jaraminka, they continued toward the plateau where Jack Hudson was to pick them up. In turn, the grandsons went ahead to make certain no one was lying in wait for them.

“Biff, are we anywhere near the spot where you saw all that construction?” Uncle Charlie asked.

“We should be,” Biff replied. “We should be nearing the valley soon. What do you think, Chuba? And you, Muscles?”

“Chuba think we reach it right over next hill.”

“I’ll trust Chuba’s judgment,” Muscles chimed in.

Chuba was right. The valley was over the next hill. They had reached it at a point below where it rose steeply to the metal fence.

“The rest of you wait here,” Charles Keene ordered. “I’ll make a quick trip for a fast look-see.”

“And I’m with you,” Biff said quickly. His uncle gave him a look, hesitated for a moment, but apparently decided not to protest.

“But Charlie—” Muscles started to say.

“No buts about it. Come on, Biff.”

Uncle and nephew climbed the slope. Biff found the opening in the fence. They crawled underneath and reached the rim of the huge amphitheater. Uncle Charlie stared down at the activity for minutes. He took in every detail, storing the information in his mind. A nodded signal told Biff they were going back.

Once down on the floor of the valley, Biff asked his uncle what he thought the construction was.

“I’m almost certain, Biff, that they’re building a rocket launching site.”

“Like Cape Canaveral?”

His uncle nodded his head. “I was at Canaveral at its beginning. Saw the place grow. That work back up there is much the same type of construction. Still in its earliest stages, somewhat crude. Be a long time before they can try a moon shot, or any other kind.”

“Is knowing about this important?”

“Important. You just bet it is. News of this development is vital. It’s the biggest, most important information Uncle Sam has had out of China in years. You really found something, Biff.”

Shortly after noon of the second day since their escape, the party reached the plateau where Muscles had been landed by Jack Hudson.

“This is it,” Muscles said. “If Jack gets my signal, we’ll be away and winging by dark. Here, Chuba, take the end of this wire and scamper up that tree. Attach it to the highest limb you can reach.”

The antenna was connected to the portable transmitter. The tree’s height increased the distance of transmission possible. Ground transmission would have limited the signal.

“All is okay, Muscles,” Chuba called down. Muscles picked up the hand mike. He snapped on a button. A slight hum could be heard.

Muscles turned to the anxiously waiting group. “Let’s hope I get through. I can’t repeat my signal more than once. It may be picked up by the enemy.” He grinned at them. “Well, here goes.” Muscles held the mike close to his mouth. “There’s gold in these hyar hills....” He waited ten seconds. “Repeating.... There’s gold in these hyar hills.”

He snapped off the transmitter. “That was our pre-arranged signal. It tells Jack Hudson that I’ve found you and that we’re all set to come out. If he got my signal, he’s on his way to the plane right now, I hope, I hope, I hope. It’s been on the runway, warmed up around the clock, ever since he got back.”

“Well, we’ll know in about two hours,” Uncle Charlie said.

Jack did get the signal. Almost exactly two hours after Muscles’ signal, the faint hum of a plane was heard. It grew louder, and then came into sight. It winged in on the prayers of the whole group, the most welcome sight Biff had ever seen.

Farewells were short. The moment the plane touched down, the Ancient One was put aboard. The others followed fast.

The last Biff saw of the Ancient One’s grandsons was a picture he would keep in his heart and mind forever. The five grandsons stood in a line, facing in the direction of the departing plane. All were bowing deeply to show their gratitude.

No one really relaxed until the plane crossed the border, but they reached Unhao with no trouble. Jack Hudson taxied the plane to a neat stop and whistled in relief, “Whew-uw!” Then briskly he turned to the group. “We’re going to refuel and take right off again,” he announced.

“What’s the hurry, Jack?” Charlie asked. “How’s about letting me have a bath?”

“Man, do you know how hot you and Biff have become since you went inside? There have been spies all over the camp. You and Biff aren’t even to get out of this plane. Biff’s things and yours are all packed. I’ve got ’em in the luggage compartment. Soon as this crate is refueled, it’s off for Hong Kong. You can dunk the body there.”

“But what about you, Jack?”

“Oh, they don’t want me. It’s you two got the information they want to keep from getting out. I don’t know what you know, and I don’t want to. They don’t know I’ve crossed into the big ‘C.’”

Biff looked at Chuba. Unashamed tears filled the native boy’s eyes. Biff choked up. “Don’t worry, Chuba, we’ll meet again,” he said, and meant it.

Muscles ruffled Chuba’s dark hair and said, “Chum, next year you and I go Stateside, and we’ll visit this character.” Muscles gave Biff an affectionate punch on the chin. “See you soon,” he said, as he and Chuba left the plane.

They made Hong Kong safely. Biff and his uncle found a U.S. military policeman, who took them to the consulate. There they reported their discovery to an amazed official.

“You have performed a great service for your country,” the embassy official said solemnly, and added with a faint smile, “although you should have your passports taken away for such a foolhardy venture.”

“I know you’re right, sir,” Charles Keene said, “but I would like to ask a favor of you. Can you get us out of Hong Kong?”

“So fast it will make your head swim. Diplomatically speaking, we don’t want you around here. There’s a jet bomber taking off for Honolulu in an hour. You’ll be on it. From there, you’re on your own.”

Two hours later, Biff and his uncle were winging over the blue Pacific, homeward bound—and sound asleep.

A Biff Brewster Mystery Adventure

MYSTERY OF THE CHINESE RING

By ANDY ADAMS

Burma! Biff Brewster can hardly believe he’ll soon be flying to Burma to visit his Uncle Charlie. Not even when a green jade ring comes hurtling through his bedroom window is he fully aware of the excitement and danger awaiting him.

Is the ring a good-luck charm or a bad omen? Biff suspects that Uncle Charlie’s sudden departure from Cape Canaveral to Burma might well have international implications, and that the ring is a warning.

But even with a warning, Biff is still a boy alone in a strange country. As he disembarks at Rangoon, the young adventurer walks straight into an attempted kidnaping. Using his wits, Biff escapes from his captors only to learn that his uncle is somewhere in the heart of Red China, perhaps in serious trouble.

Horrified at the news, Biff persuades Chuba, a Burmese boy, to lead him through the jungle swamplands and across the Chinese border. Once in forbidden enemy territory, Biff uncovers the strange meaning of the jade ring, learns of the secret mission which has brought his uncle to Red China, and discovers a startling project of vital importance to the United States.

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NEW! BIFF BREWSTER
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By ANDY ADAMS

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