The Shadow of the East

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THE SHADOW OF THE EAST

BY
E. M. HULL
1921

"_The fathers have eaten sour grapes and the children's teeth are set on
edge_."
_Ezekiel xviii 2_.

CHAPTER I
The American yacht lying off the harbour at Yokohama was brilliantly
lit from stem to stern. Between it and the shore the reflection of the full
moon glittered on the water up to the steps of the big black
landing-stage. The glamour of the eastern night and the moonlight
combined to lend enchantment to a scene that by day is blatant and
tawdry, and the countless coloured lamps twinkling along the sea wall
and dotted over the Bluff transformed the Japanese town into fairyland.
The night was warm and still, and there was barely a ripple on the
water. The Bay was full of craft--liners, tramps, and yachts swinging
slowly with the tide, and hurrying to and fro sampans and electric
launches jostled indiscriminately.

On board the yacht three men were lying in long chairs on the deck.
Jermyn Atherton, the millionaire owner, a tall thin American whose
keen, clever face looked singularly youthful under a thick crop of
iron-grey hair, sat forward in his chair to light a fresh cigar, and then
turned to the man on his right. "I guess I've had every official in Japan
hunting for you these last two days, Barry. If I hadn't had your wire
from Tokio this morning I should have gone to our Consul and churned
up the whole Japanese Secret Service and made an international affair
of it," he laughed. "Where in all creation were you? I should hardly
have thought it possible to get out of touch in this little old island. The
authorities, too, knew all about you, and reckoned they could lay their
hands on you in twelve hours. I rattled them up some," he added, with
evident satisfaction.
The Englishman smiled.
"You seem to have done," he said dryly. "When I got into Tokio this
morning I was fallen on by a hysterical inspector of police who
implored me with tears to communicate immediately with an infuriated
American who was raising Cain in Yokohama over my disappearance.
As a matter of fact I was in a little village twenty miles inland from
Tokio--quite off the beaten track. There's an old Shinto temple there
that I have been wanting to sketch for a long time."
"Atherton's luck!" commented the American complacently. "It
generally holds good. I couldn't leave Japan without seeing you, and I
must sail tonight."
"What's your hurry--Wall Street going to the dogs without you?"
"No. I've cut out from Wall Street. I've made all the money I want, and
I'm only concerned with spending it now. No, the fact is I--er--I left
home rather suddenly."
A soft chuckle came from the recumbent occupant of the third chair,
but Atherton ignored it and hurried on, twirling rapidly, as he spoke, a
single eyeglass attached to a thin black cord.

"Ever since Nina and I were married last year we've been going the
devil of a pace. We had to entertain every one who had entertained
us--and a few more folk besides. There was something doing all day
and every day until at last it seemed to me that I never saw my wife
except at the other end