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a talisman that might help her out of future
    trouble. Just a slip of paper, but the magic of the name and
    number written there many an escaped slave girl can bear witness
    to. Some weeks passed by after our visit to Kum Ping on the
    steamer. She had landed, and, like hundreds of others, had simply
    disappeared from view in that place of many mysteries, old
    Chinatown. One night perhaps a month later, I was called to the
    reception room to see a strange visitor (Chinese) who refused to
    divulge either name or business to any one else. On meeting this
    messenger I noticed his great excitement and nervousness. Only
    after the door was tightly shut did he tell his errand. We
    listened with interest to his story of a young girl sold to a very
    cruel master, who beat her daily and never allowed her to leave
    the place in which she was closely guarded. Unless relief came
    soon she must end her life. Would the Mission try to save this
    poor girl? We gladly promised what help we could give, and our
    visitor left as quickly and mysteriously as he came, only leaving
    for our guidance a roughly sketched diagram of alley and house
    where the little captive could be found. There followed much
    planning and plotting. Our staunch friend, Sergeant Ross of the
    Chinatown squad, was summoned and consulted. The place was a
    difficult one to reach, but at las