New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 7, 1922, Page 5

By ARTHUR B. REEVE 1922 NEA Bervice, Inc. START HERE Dance palaces have given a new twist to crime, making it easy for crooks to gain acquaintanceship with girls from fashionable homes, Radlo, too, is an aid to criminals. This is the theory on which Guy Garrick and Dick Defoe, young wireless inventor, are working in solving the mystery of a $100,000 holdup at a radio dance, They fear the rich and beautiful Ruth Walden has innocently been snared by crooks. Their. search leads them to the “Sea Vamp," houseboat of the suspected fast set, which they find 18 equipped with complete wireless installation. There they find a roll of undeveloped filns and a bag used by the robbers. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 111 THE MYSTERY CRAFT Dick rejoined Garrick late in the afternoon in his rooms at the Nono- wantuc Country Club. Garrick had ben developing the roll of films. ““What do you see there?” he asked Dick, holding up the strip. Dick turned toward the light and looked carefully. “A boat. Looks like one of those scout cruisers built for the government during the war.” “It's autographic, you see. The name, ‘The Bacchante' written under it, and the date.” “Oh yes. But by whom? Whose writing is that?"” “Never mind that now. that, shore line? Do you it? Take my glass.'” Dick studied it intently and mi- nutely for some minutes. “I' think ¢ ¢ ¢ it looks like Greenport Har- bor.” “That was what I thought. I want- ed your opinion. Now look at the next one."” “Why—that's wheel!"” ‘“Here's another, Glenn, Ruth, Vira—" “And that other girl {s Rae Larue. That fellow in back is Jack Curtis.” Garrick stowed the gjgl's hat and the films away in a cheW. “Well what's next?” asked Dick. “I suppose they'll all be at the club tonight at that Subscription Dance—" Garrick nodded silence. He was calling Greenport where he had a friend, a boat builder. ‘‘Seems that she's a mystery ship— on mystery cruises,” he frowned as he turned- to Dick from the telephone. “They know her out there, all right. But no one out theer sems to know who owns her. She slips out on these mysterious cruises, then back just as unexpectedly—then away again. From the description T'd say that Brock often handles hér as captain. There's nearly always some of that crowd of young folks on her, too; sometimes a party. My friend says he will tele- phone .if the ‘Bacchante’ comes in, She went outr yesterday. It was after dinner and a little ab- sent-minded knocking about of the; billiard balls alone, that Garrick was recalled to the matter in hand by the penetrating tuning up of the orchestra in the ball room. He sauntered out on the wide club porch that faced ‘the harbor and looked out straight ahead through the wide opening of the two head- lands into the Sound. It was a beautiful starry night, with no moon. Far out in the Sound could be seen one of the big New England steam- ers, a majestic mass of lights. Here and there, knots of young people had begun to gather. He was endeavoring to select a quiet corner where he could watch when three girls, arm in arm, in light shimmery summer frocks saun- tered across the lawn and up the steps. “Oh Guy." He turned. It was Ruth, nearest, with Vira on the other end and a piquant little, bob- bed-haired, snappy-eyed, lithe, ani- mated girl between them. ‘“‘We've been talking about you—and Rae wants so much to meet you.” Ruth presented Garrick to Rae Larue. Gar- rick was an adept with polite persi- flage. He needed to be, to cover up the eagerness with which he studied this interesting young person. ‘T've heard so much about you, Mr. * * * Garrick,” she explained keenly, with a come-on smile and a hesitation after the “Mr.” that hint- ed at the irksomeness of formality. “You live at the Club, don't you? I'm staying with Beth Page; you must know the Pages? I'd seen you around when we've been over here and I thought I knew you were— you!" Rae had that sometimes fatal gift of flattery, a way of leading a man on to talk about himself and of ap- pearing to be exclusively interested in his tastes and pastimes. Guy studied her as she devoted her entire atten- tion to him to the exclusion of her companions. Was she attractive be- cause she was 50 young; or was it because she had had so much experi- ence in being young? From his life at the Club they were soon far a-field leaping lightly to the visit to the “Sea Vamp,” then ever westward, like an explorer, to the city, the shows, the hotels, the night life. Was she questioning to see just how far the galety of this debonaire, sophisticated club-man took him? For his purposes Garrick conveyed the impression that the only limits known to him were the sky and the horizon. Somehow, how- ever, hehad a feeling that this girl was learning pretty; though for the life of him he hadn't quite figured out yet what that was. Far down the porch Vira caught sight of Glenn and had no intention of playing the lay figure longer. Girls e ———————— PALACE Starting Sunday Vera Gordon in “Your Best Friend” is What is recognize Brock—at the of a party— and fellows were passing and with a nudge to Ruth, Vira broke up the party and the three continued down toward the ball room, leaving Gar- rick to figure it all out, eapecially Ruth, who, the moment they were gone, seemed to resume leadership. Dick had been sauntering alone about the Club, speaking a few words to friends lolling in wicker chairs, nodding to others, when he heard the nolsy entrance of a group Oof young people. . Dick Defoe was the quieter type of man undoubtedly destined to make any reasonably normal girl happy. A gracious, if reserved, manner seemed to announce to the world his reserve strength of character, if trouble brew- ed. He quickened his pace as he saw Ruth. His face lighted up with one of his charming smiles. Ruth was talking vivaciously to the girls when she suddenly caught Dick's smile and answered it. “Ruth,” he sald as he drew her aside with eager deference, “may I have all the waltzes this evening?" She hesitated, looked at him a bit shyly, shrugged one beautiful shoul- der as if debating whether to say yes, then smiled: “Dick—you're a fast worker! I believe you bribed the musicians. They're playing a waltz this minute! Wait ¢ * * till T put up my wrap. I'll be with you in a second.” Dick watched her go, glowing all over. He was going to hold her close to him, he was going to breathe the perfume of her golden hair, he was going to waltz, a dreamy and enticing waltz, with the girl over whom he was frantic. Then he heard someone call Ruth. It was Jack Curtis. “Ruth * * * this is mine! * * * When I want a dance with a girl I just put my arm about her * * ¢ like this * * * and we're o1 Ruth laughed merrily, flashed back a look at Dick. “And when I don't want to dance with a freshie I do this * * * and we're not of!” Jack had tangled himself with his own legs or else it was an added pressure as in Greek wrestling. He was on the floor while the other fellows were laughing and Ruth, smiling, hauled him up. “Did 1 keep you waiting long Dick? I love this one.” Dick tingled with jo¥| zenerative sets, as he waltzed off to the dreamy strains. It was half over himself pushed aside and heard Jack's voice, ingratiating, ‘“May I cut in on this? We all do that now!" Dick swallowed: *“I'll leave it to Ruth.” Ruth's only answer was a gentle pressure of his arm, a nega- tive nod in Jack's direction—and she was dreaming again. There was something so comfortable being held closely by Dick. 4 There was one waltz when he could not find Ruth. He hunted all over. She was not dancing; nor on the veranda. Nor did he see Jack Cur- tis, Rae, Vira or Glenn. The orchestra hesitated at the sharp alarm of the club steward, then decided it was not like a the- ater, that there was no panic danger, dropped its fiddles and saxophones and snare drums and ran. A moment later the shrill siren whistle on the village power house split the ether. Dick joined in the jostling mob ‘in evening clothes, “Guess we'll make a de luxe buck- et brigade!” panted Tony Bleecker. “It's the East Wing!"" Up the corner of the Lodge back of the Club casino, where were the living rooms, licked a hungry red shaft of flame. Dick looked in dis- may. On the third floor were Gar- rick's rooms. A moment later he was bounding up the stairs and had flung his shoul- der against the door. It did not vield—until he turned the knob. It was unlocked. Through the stifle of smoke he fought his way to the chest and flung it open. The hat and the films were gone! The suffocating fumes of chemical extinguishers sent him blindly strug- gling, groping, gasping, back. Out- side he could hear the bells and the shouts of the local fire fighters. Handkerchief crushed over his nose and eyes he stumbled in the hall- way * ¢ * “Don't get up, Dick. You'll stay here with me tonight.” In a daze Dick felt sheets under him and over him. “They've giver me rooms in the West Wing until repairs are made.” explained Garrick. Dick blinked around, his eyes still stinging and his head in a whirl. “Wh-who did {t?" he gasped. “Who got—the things?" Garrick smiled quietly. “I don't know who got the prints I made. The film itself and the hat were in the Club safe half an hour after you left this afternoon!" Early in the morning came a call when Dick felt NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, from Greenport, The “Bacchante" had dropped anchor during the night. With an early breakfast Garrick and Dick were speding eastward, Gar- rick deeply affected by the impul- sive devotion of his friend the night before, Dick still living over the dance, “‘Bhe rides on an even keel—for a boat with such a name!" exclaimed | Garrick as they stood on a dock In his friend hipyard observing the “Bacchante, “Splendid lines!" enthused Dick. “What I'm most interested in is what 1 belleve must be a very eM. clent wireless on her,” muttered Garrick. A small boat had put out from her and was rowing toward the ship- yard, The shipbuilder himself joined them, “Take that former submarine pa- trol boat,” winked Garrick to him. ‘“That's a fast craft, capable of go- ing anywhere. What might a boat like that cost, if you could pick one o The builder caught the cue. They were deep in designs and prices when Dick suddenly interrupted at the ap- proach of two men from the street to the town. “Professor Vario * * * and, by Jove, Jack!" The four stood talking boats as the skiff with a sailor neared them. Vario was a thick-set man with a shock of hair and bushy eyebrows. His manner was the manner of a sclentist but his sun-bronzed skin showed intimate acquaintance with the outdoors. Dick, who had known him quite well, soon discovered that he was on a little vacation, his family hav- ing taken charge over on Shelter Island. . ‘He's the best radio trouble finder in the worid,” put in Curtis. “There's a friend of mine down east owns this boat. He had ’'em put in and pick WEDNESDAY, JUNE 7, 1922, The § Value of your food— There is only one test by which To be economical, me up. But they told me their wire- less was on the blink. So I thought of the Professor here and he agreed to come over and look it over. If there's anything wrong, he'll get it gight.”” ¥ The skifft had come alongside by this time. ‘“Say, partner,” inquired the builder of Curtis. "‘You seem to know my customers, here. If I row them out would you mind if they took a look at the boat?” Then, aside, “I think I can make a sale— maybe get an order to build.” Dick nodded ungraciously and the two skiffs set®out. It was perhaps an hour, or even more, that Vario buried himself in the cabin, going over everything from aerial to headgear, testing vacuum tubes, getting a fine adjust- ment on the variable condenser. The air fairly reeked with talk of tuning coils, transfomers, variocouplers and variometers, rheostats and re- the merits and de- merits of nearly every controversial piece of apparatus know to radio It was to be expected, thought Gar- rick, with a practical man like Vario meeting up with Dick, of the in- ventive mind. In fact he was pleased. The second hour was lengthening when Vario had the apparatus work- ing properly. Curtis, who had spent most of the time in the little pilot house going over some charts with the navigator, rejoined them. “Suppose you're going back to your cottage, Professor, not to Rock Ledge yet?!' he asked, then turned unbending a bit, to Garrick and Dick. “Like to take a little run over to Shelter Island with us and back while we take the Professor home?"" The shipbuilder excused himself and dropped down into his skiff and the *“Bacchante” was cutting across soon at a great clip, as if proud to show. her paces. At Manhaset Curtis decided to land with Professor Vario, to he picked up later, and the scout boat swung about to land Garrick and Dick back at Greenport. It did not take Garrick long to find an excuse for one of his hasty surveys of the cabin. As usual as if by instinct, he put his finger on the spot. It was a slip of paper tucked in what passed for a log book. He passed it to Dick: *'5-22-22 250 cases S. S. CKGG. Dick looked wup and quickly. “Smuggling from American ships?" Garrick did not even answer. His forefinger was traveling down a list of calls pasted in the front of the book: ®CKGGG The Inner Circle, **W. 49th St.” . “E-yah!" growly a thickly Norwe- gian voice as the navigator poked his head in. “Snooping—eh? I show!" He blew sharply on a whistle from his pocket. ! Instantly it seemed as if the crew swarmed from every direction. It was a glorlous, if ignoble, fight. In about the time that it might have taken to tell it Garrick and Dick found themselves flung overboard in! the open of Greenport Harbor with the tide running strong out of Pe- concic Bay into Gardiner's Bay. Only a couple of athletes would ever hate found themselves again on shore, wet and dripipng, strip- ping off what was left of their clothes and hanging them on the ribs of an old wreck to dry in the blazing sun after the tough battle in the water. ““Well,”” chortled Garrick as they ARROYO. whispered Latin- high food assimilated and value, economy in food an article of food must have nourishment, be readily still remain reasonable in price. For a cheap food which fails to nourish or causes indigestion, you exchange your health and personal comfort—too high a price to pay for any food. Bread-and-Milk is the perfect, balanced food providing every particle of nourishment and food- value that the body needs for satisfaction and health. may be measured A pound loaf of Bread contains the same food value as one and a half pounds of round steak, one and three-quarter pounds of chicken, one and a half pounds of mutton, three quarts of oysters or a dozen and a half of eggs. Milk supplies all the nutrients to the diet—fats, carbohydrates and protein — and is capable alone of sustaining life for a comparatively long period. This is Bread-and-Milk week! Don't let it pass without proving the value of more Bresd-and. Milk on your table, bread -and - milk at every meal sat on the deserted sand naked and exhausted, “we had nothing on when we came into this world * * * but they've got something on us now!” Dick laughed and looked over at Guy. Garrick was a man after his own heart. “As we used to say at ‘Where do we go from here?’ ™ Garrick rolled over on his back and stretched as the sun boiled out salt water that had puckered his skin. “Squaring the ‘Inner Circle'!” he replied tersely as if it were all in the day's work. Upton, (Continued in Our Next Issue) FOREIGNBORN ARE FOR GELEBRATING Want Standarized Observance of Independence Day New York, June 8.—The League of Foreign Born Voters has suggested a standardized celebration of Indepen- dence Day, which calls for holding of a “Civie Court of Honor” in every city and hamlet in the country, fea- turing a pageant illustrative of epochs in American history. The league maintains that the im- migrant is confused by the waving of flags and conglomeration of sound that greets him on the Fourth of July, and that no organized attempt to interpret to him the meaning of the day is made. Parades are suggested to give a true conception of the cultural contribu- tion of the foreign-born citizens. There should be floats or tableaux depicting in panorama the eras of discovery, exploration, colonization, signing of the declaration of indepen- dence, birth of the American flag, winning of the west. freedom for the slaves, industrial growth of the na- tion and America and the world war. The boy scouts of America have volunteered personally to invite new citizens to be guests of the com- munity. Speeches should be directed to practical ends, the league believes, tending to hasten the speaking of English and the reading of American newspapers, and to encourage the na- tive born to show real neighborliness by ceasing the use of offensive nick- names, Distribution of flags and a message from the president with proclama- tions by governors and mayors also were urged with the suggestion that motion pictures depicting the progress of American democracy and slides containing quotations from the ad- dresses of famous Americans be in- troduced. 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