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THE LIVING JOSS
Maxwell Grant
? CHAPTER I. SHADOWS OF CHINATOWN
? CHAPTER II. THE MEETING
? CHAPTER III. THE AFTERMATH
? CHAPTER IV. A STRANGE SUMMONS
? CHAPTER V. THE LIVING JOSS
? CHAPTER VI. KWA PREPARES
? CHAPTER VII. A CHANCE CALL
? CHAPTER VIII. THE YELLOW FACE
? CHAPTER IX. AT THE UNION CLUB
? CHAPTER X. THE CRAFT OF CHUN SHI
? CHAPTER XI. THE SHADOW MOVES
? CHAPTER XII. THE MIGHT OF KOY SHAN
? CHAPTER XIII. THE SHADOW'S CLEWS
? CHAPTER XIV. THE SHADOW LEARNS
? CHAPTER XV. THE NEXT NIGHT
? CHAPTER XVI. ON THE STAIRS
? CHAPTER XVII. THE HANDS OF KWA
? CHAPTER XVIII. DOWN TO CHINATOWN
? CHAPTER XIX. THE LATE VISITOR
? CHAPTER XX. WORK IS ENDED
? CHAPTER XXI. CARDONA FOLLOWS A HUNCH
? CHAPTER XXII. THE LAW MOVES
? CHAPTER XXIII. CARDONA'S STRATEGY
? CHAPTER XXIV. THE SHADOW ADVANCES
? CHAPTER XXV. IN THE TEMPLE
? CHAPTER XXVI. THE ROOM BELOW
? CHAPTER XXVII. DOOM TO THE FIEND!

CHAPTER I. SHADOWS OF CHINATOWN
HAZY night had settled over Manhattan. The rumble of a departing elevated train came through the mist
as a solitary man came down the dingy iron stairway from the downtown station. Reaching the street, the
man stopped just beside the steps to light a cigarette which he had thrust in a short, gold-banded holder.

The glare of the match revealed a cunning face, topped with sleek black eyebrows that indicated the
color of the man's hair. Flicking the match into the gutter, the man strolled leisurely along the street beside
the elevated, walking with shoulders back, and one hand swinging idly.

There was something of the military in the man's bearing, combined with a nonchalance. His erect
carriage, which made him seem taller than his middle height, was unusual for this locality; for all those
who passed him amidst the fog were slouching, furtive characters.

A poorly clad derelict shambled toward the erect walker and whined a request for a few cents to make
up coffee money. The reply that he received was a sharp refusal, so scoffing in tone that the bum hastily
slouched away. The strolling man emitted an ugly laugh, then puffed at his cigarette. He spied a narrow
alleyway through the fog, and turned in that direction.

The little thoroughfare was illuminated only by dull lamps when the sallow-faced man entered it; but as he
reached a turn in the street, the stroller entered the zone of an indirect glare which increased as he