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Dan Dunn Secret Operative 48
"Crime Never Pays"

CHAPTER I
What Became of Fagan?

Dan Dunn, Secret Operative 48, succeeded in wrecking the crime ring created by the master mind, Fagan. Every one of Fagan's henchmen was in jail awaiting trial. But Fagan himself had disappeared!

"We don't know where Fagan is right now, Wolf," Dan said to his faithful dog, "but we'll get him yet!"

Unknown to Dan, at that very moment a plot was being hatched in San Fragel, under the leadership of Wu Fang, a wily Oriental.

"It may be true," Wu Fang was saying, "that if we combine both of us will prosper. I will consider it."

The person to whom he spoke was a flashily dressed white man.

"Why, it's a natural," he urged. "An' you've heard how I can handle things!"

"My business is very valuable as it is," Wu Fang answered. "But it is true that Western ideas might help."

"We can make three times as much money!" the man insisted.

"Very well," said Wu Fang. "I shall give you a trial—Mr. FAGAN!"

For it was none other than the former leader of the crime ring broken up by Dan Dunn. Here he was in San Fragel, joining forces with one of the craftiest criminals of Chinatown. Wu Fang knew Fagan's reputation, however, and was cunning enough to take every precaution.

"The great danger," Wu Fang thought to himself, stroking one of his long mustaches, "will be that Fagan may assume it will be possible to cheat me—that he will be able to give me the double-cross. I must prepare his mind against that!"

His slanting eyes narrowed to slits, Wu Fang spoke:

"I wish to warn you—," he began, turning to his companion.

"Aw, cut it!" Fagan snarled. "I only shoot one way, Wu. On the level, see?"

"But if you will be good enough to look behind you," Wu Fang continued in an oily tone, "you will see part of my mob, as you call them— a gang, is it not?"

Fagan's cigarette popped out of his crooked mouth when he turned and saw a horde of Chinamen in the room beyond.

"Every one of them is a hatchet man," Wu Fang went on quietly. "Every one is sworn to die for me if necessary. Let not your feet stray upon an unstraight path in our dealings, Fagan!"

Meanwhile, acting on sudden orders received by telegraph, Dan Dunn sped to San Fragel by fast airplane. He was accompanied by his loyal dog Wolf. Arriving there, he went immediately to the narcotic office. Mr. Beardsley was an old friend of his, long acquainted with Dan's exploits.

"Dan," Beardsley explained, "the most vicious smuggling ring in the country is operating in this town. My office has used every resource trying to run them down, but it has all been useless. We suspect some Orientals, but we can't prove anything!"

"Orientals, eh?" Dan repeated. "Guess the best thing for me to do is to locate near Chinatown where there'll be a chance to watch closely. I'll call you every day. If you don't hear from me, you'll know then that something's wrong!"

Taking a room in a squalid neighborhood, Dan, as was his habit, chatted to Wolf about his plans.

"As long as I'm going to work on Oriental smugglers, I don't want to be conspicuous, Wolf. So the old wrinkled suit will do—and no shaving for a while. Got to look over my gun, too."

Soon the spick and span Dan Dunn was a shabbily dressed individual with hunched shoulders. He left Wolf guarding his room. Alone, he went out to see what Chinatown looked like.

"Now to find a hop joint or a peddler," he said to himself. "Then the job of tracing back won't be easy. These Orientals are anything but loose-tongued!"

He entered a den and engaged a Chinese waiter in conversation. But the Oriental regarded him with suspicion, and would say only:

"No speakee English. You go now."

Dan had caught a glimpse of someone that looked like Fagan slipping out the back way.

"I know that feller," he said to the waiter. "Used to work for him down East. He's a big shot. Does he come here often?"

"No speakee English. You go," the waiter repeated.

CHAPTER II
A New Recruit

In one of Wu Fang's many dives, Fagan, master criminal, was hatchplans for the enlargement of Wu-s evil trade. Seeing a young ^an alone at a table, Fagan inMi'ed about him.

"That feller's sure well dressed. Who is he?"

"Ah, Mr. Fagan," was the answer. "That is Dick Hudson. He is of very wealthy family."

At Fagan's request, the Chinaman introduced the lad.

"Yeh, I'm glad to meet yuh," Fagan mumbled. "Let's talk, eh?"

"Have confidence, Mr. Hudson," the Chinaman said to the young man. "This is Mr. Fagan, who comes direct from the Great One."

"Say, who is the Great One anyway?" Dick Hudson demanded.

Seated at a table in a comer, Fagan and the lad conferred.

"My folks are the Hudsons— got a lotta dough. But they don't give me enough. An' I gotta have dough. Yuh know why—?"

"Mmm," Fagan murmured. "Yes, I know why. Your folks have that place up the coast—Ocean View, isn't it? Say, how'd yuh like to team up with me? I'll show yuh how t' make some real dough!"

Dick was persuaded to drive Fagan out to Ocean View when his folks were absent.

"We have a private harbor," pick confided. "Very snug, ain't it?"

He stood with Fagan, looking at the cozy little cove.

"That's my dad's private yacht," Dick went on, "and that there is my speed boat—one of the fastest on the coast."

"How much weight will your boat carry, Dick?" Fagan inquired.

"A ton, easy," was the boastful reply.

"Well, well," Fagan commented, ut to himself he thought, "What a perfect set-up for Wu Fang's business!"

Fagan lost no time in reporting to Wu Fang.

"But can this Dick Hudson be trusted?" Wu Fang asked cautiously.

"Sure," Fagan replied. "He's shiftless, but he has the habit an' wants to make money. No one would suspect that place of being used to bring the stuff in—speed boat, private harbor—it's perfect, I tell yuh!"

"All the same," Wu Fang decided, "we shall have a spy in that household. Everyone of wealth has Chinese servants. The Hudsons shall be served by one of my boys."

That night, much against his will, one of the Oriental house boys at Ocean View was persuaded to change places with a Wu Fang henchman.

"I must now send a secret radio message," Wu Fang explained to Fagan. "It goes to the captain of the boat conveying a cargo from a secret place to these shores."

"You're sure this boy you are replacing at the Hudson house won't squawk?" Fagan wanted to know.

"My men will watch him," said Wu Fang complacently. "My men watch everywhere. I know that a stranger asked about you in that place where you met Hudson. Do you know who that stranger might be, Fagan?"

Fagan rubbed his chin as he tried to think, asking himself:

"Could it be Dan Dunn?"

Wu-Fang's private radio operator wirelessed the message to a mysterious-looking tramp steamer far out at sea, and he received an acknowledgment which indicated that Wu Fang's instructions would be carried out.

Fagan completed the deal with Dick Hudson, and arranged that the speed boat would be held in readiness, ready to leap out of the harbor as soon as the tramp steamer had hove to for unloading.

CHAPTER III
A Battle

From the moment he had asked about Fagan in the Chinese dive. Dan Dunn noticed that Orientals were always following him.

I simply can't get anywhere on this smuggling case," Dan said to Wolf, "until I satisfy them that I'm harmless."

He dropped into a restaurant to have a place to think.

Now it happened that the Chinaman walking a few blocks behind Dan Dunn was Wa Sing, the former house boy at the Hudson mansion, who had been forced to leave to make a place for Wu Fang's spy.

"Wu Fang is a reptile," Wa Sing was thinking. "I wonder why he wanted one of his men in my place."

Still turning the problem over in his mind, Wa Sing entered the restaurant behind Dan Dunn. Across the street, four Chinamen, every one a hatchet man of Wu Fang's tong, watched with interest.

Seeing Wa Sing come in behind him, Dan leaped up and grabbed the fellow.

"Come here!" he ordered firmly.

"I do nothing, mister!" Wa Sing shrieked.

"You and your Oriental tribe have been following me for days!" Dan accused. "What's the idea?"

"I didn't follow you, mister," Wa Sing denied. "Honest. I was house boy for the Hudsons till the tong—uh, uh, uh—me no talkee!"

he concluded, as he spotted an Oriental head peering in at the door.

It was reported to Wu Fang that Wa Sing and the strange white man were talking together, and back came the command from the Great One: "Remove them!"

The hatchet men acted swiftly. When the message came, Wa Sing, his alarm dispelled, was leaving the restaurant with Dan Dunn. In a deserted street, the Orientals waylaid the two.

At a growl from Wolf, Dan whirled quickly to face the enemy.

"You want to fight, eh?" he yelled, seeing the crouching Chinamen creeping up on him. "Well, come on!"

Dan swung his fist at the first Oriental, felling him with a blow. Wa Sing, shrieking angrily in Chinese, put up a powerful resistance. Wolf leaped at their assailants, biting and tearing with his mighty jaws.

The battle was brief. Getting the worst of it, the h...

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