FOILED! It was night when the Japanese liner _Hakodate Maru_ passed through the Sulphur Channel and dropped anchor in Victoria Bay, the principal roadstead of Hong-Kong. To Peter Annesley the scene appeared a veritable fairyland. Overhead the black sky was powdered with myriads of twinkling stars, their reflected light scintillating upon the placid waters of the bay. Shoreward more lights of every conceivable colour, rising tier upon tier from the terraces of houses comprising the capital of Britain's only possess…
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