The Exploits of Elaine
12. The Blood Crystals
"On your right is the residence of Miss Elaine Dodge, the heiress, who is pursuing the
famous master criminal known as the Clutching Hand."
The barker had been grandiloquently pointing out the residences of noted New Yorkers
as the big sightseeing car lumbered along through the streets. The car was filled with
people and he plied his megaphone as though he were on intimate terms with all the city's
No one paid any attention to the unobtrusive Chinaman who sat inconspicuously in the
middle of the car. He was Mr. Long Sin, but no one saw anything particularly mysterious
about an oriental visitor more or less viewing New York City.
Long was of the mandarin type, with drooping mustache, well dressed in American
clothes, and conforming to the new customs of an occidentalized China.
Anyone, however, who had been watching Long Sin would have seen that he showed
much interest whenever any of the wealthy residents of the city were mentioned. The
name of Elaine Dodge seemed particularly to strike him. He listened with subtle interest
to what the barker said and looked keenly at the Dodge house.
The sight-seeing car had passed the house, when he rose slowly and motioned that he
wanted to be let off. The car stopped, he alighted and slowly rambled away, evidently
marvelling greatly at the strange customs of these uncouth westerners.
Elaine was going out, when she met Perry Bennett almost on the steps of the house.
"I've brought you the watch," remarked Bennett; "thought I'd like to give it to you
He displayed the watch which he himself had bought a couple of days before for her
birthday. He had called for it himself at the jeweller's where it had now been regulated.
"Oh, thank you," exclaimed Elaine. "Won't you come in?"
They had scarcely greeted each other, when Long Sin strolled along. Neither of them,
however, had time to notice the quiet Chinaman who passed the house, looking at Elaine
sharply out of the corner of his eye. They entered and Long disappeared down the street.
"Isn't it a beauty?" cried Elaine, holding it out from her, as they entered the library and
examining it with great appreciation. "And, oh, do you know, the strangest thing
happened yesterday? Sometimes Mr. Kennedy acts too queerly for anything."