Speed, who wastes no time, has naturally arrived at police headquarters in time to stop the nameless Chinese Tong safecracker from stealing the jade buddha with a well-placed sock.
Followed by a one-panel two-line third degree.
|"Look, Oolong is due back any day now and we need this wrapped up by then."|
Speed's finale-sense is tingling like mad; he knows he's got no more time to waste and has to end this nonsense with the talking phones and quivering safecrackers and orders a raid on Hapsu's hideout.
|"I love you, Speed,"|
"Well, yes, naturally, but I've no time for that right now."
Eek, Speed calls it the "yellow den"; how racist! I'm rather disappointed in him. Sure, it's 1937, but Speeds spends HOURS at night in the Metropolitan Library pouring over old volumes of Eastern Lore, Chinese Custom, and Persian Jewelry.
|Some of his best friends are Chinese. Well, Indian, I suppose.|
It's 1937, we'll just say "Oriental".
I would expect him to be a lot more worldly and not so culturally insensitive. What kind of person would call it a 'yellow den'?
Hard to blame Speed for calling it the 'yellow den' when it's actually... "The Yellow Den" as named by proprietor Hapsu, who's a bit on the nose with his branding. Even the police are embarrassed enough by it that they arrive via silhouette so you can't see their faces.
|Looks like Steve's about to draw his snicker-snee.|
Hapsu, ballsy as ever, sloughs off the fact that he could be charged with konking and kidnapping an Ace Investigator, along with ordering a break-in at Police Headquarters. When I design my Speed Saunders sixty-second videogame, Hapsu is definitely going to be a Boss.
|Now THAT is an entrance: I like this guy.|
Speed's having none of it, however.
|Pictured: Leopard Spots of Doubtful Defiance|
Hapsu counteroffers; he'll actually SHOW Speed how the crime was done, if Speed will drive him to the post office to drop the jade buddha off in the mail first. Yes, really.
|"One's an imposing Tong overlord; the other's an impatient ace investigator; together, they fight crime! Hapsu & Saunders, this Fall on ABC."|
I'd give good money to watch Hapsu and Speed pal around the Metropolitan Post Office together (I'm sure a branch post office wouldn't suffice), but copies of Detective #20 already require good money and WE ONLY HAVE SIX MORE PANELS!
|They travel by silhouette to save time.|
Um, no, Hapsu, I don't see a round hole and that doesn't look like a panel, it looks like a curtain, because EVERYTHING in a Speed Saunders story looks like a curtain. Wait, are you telling me there's a gun that Speed didn't even bother to look fo--
|Guest Artist: Hank Fletcher.|
BWHAHAHA! Hapsu has a gun rigged up behind some panel in Ming Toy's place, kind of like the surrealist pistol trap in the kitchen in the Killers of Kurdistan story. Never mind how he set that up, because it's ridiculous; point is, it's how he murdered Ming Toy and now he tries to use it to shoot Speed Saunders in his Face of Judgement. AS IF!
|This is one of those end scenes in "Hapsu & Saunders" where the action freezes and the credits roll, while the supporting cast is chuckling at their antics in the background.|
Then Speed does his regular Speed-explanation which explains nothing at all.
Bloody arrow? What on earth is he--
Oh no. No, no, no. You have GOT to be kidding me.
THAT?! THAT was the clue? The "bloody arrow" that Speed didn't mention, that isn't even FULLY INKED IN?! We were supposed to know that was an intentional clue left by a man WITH A HOLE IN HIS HEAD rather than just a standard puddle of blood oozing from the victim as there is in EVERY Speed Saunders story?! There's not even bloodstain on his FINGERS.
I need to just give in and accept it: the only real mystery in Speed Saunders stories worth paying any attention to is Speed Saunders himself.