The Yellow Typhoon

The Yellow Typhoon

A naval officer, trig in his white twill, strode along the Escolta, Manila's leading thoroughfare. There was something in his stride that suggested anger; and the settled grimness of his lips, visible between his mustache and short beard, and the hard brightness of his blue eyes emphasized this suggestion. He was angry, but it was a cold anger, a kind of clear-minded fury which often makes calculation terrible. He had been carrying this anger in his heart for six bitter years. It was something like glacial ice; it moved always, but never seemed to lose either hardness or configuration. To-day it had the effect of the north windthat almost forgotten north wind of his native landin that it winnowed all the chaff from his mind and left one clear thought. He would settle the[Pg 2] matter once and for all time. The face and form of an angel, and the heart of a Messalina! He had known all along that some day she would turn up in Manila. It was impossible for them to resist the temptation to view their handiwork. Tigers, they always return to the kill. But he had her now, had her in the hollow of his hand. All the fear of her was gone. This afternoon he would teach her what the word meant. Civilians were lucky. These sordid things could pop up into their lives, even get into the papers, and shortly be forgotten. But in the navy it was the knell of advancement. It never mattered if the wrong was wholly on the other side; the result was the same. But he had her, thank God! The world would never know what had turned Bob Hallowell into a misanthrope. The tentacles of the octopus had been lopped off, as by a miracle. He was a free man. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 56945
Author: MacGrath, Harold
Release Date: Apr 8, 2018
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Illustrator: Grefé, Will