New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 17, 1922, Page 5

NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, JUNE 17, 1922 and the others were their Damn his eyes!" “But-~the robberies?" querier Dick “Doesn't it explain the robberies? cover, ==a | To amass a small fortune, of course & land girl-crazy! By ARTHUR B. REEVE 1922 NEA Service, Inc, (Continued From Our Last Issue) CHAPTER XII I'LL TELL THE WORLD! Garrick spread the net far and wide to Intercept the “Bacchante, Within & few minutes he had the Radio Cen- tral, the New York police wireless station, all the big private broadcast- ing stations, even Defoe's apparatus in the boathouse sending out period- fcal signals of alarm. He had turned the radio world veritably upside down in the search, Forenoon lengthened into after- noon. Dick worked feverishly tuning up his Defoe telautomatic hydroaero- | plane. “This is one of the newest of sclences—telautomatics," he re- marked as Garrick watched. “Telautomatics?" ‘“Yes, You probably know it by another name, There is something welrd, fascinating about the very idea. I sit here safely, upstairs, turning switches, pressing buttons, depressing levers. Ten miles away a vehicle, an auto, a ship, an aeroplane, a submarine obeys me! “It may carry enough of the latest and most modern explosive that after- war science can invent, enough if ex- ploded to rival the worst of earth- quakes. Yet it obeys my will, It goes where I direct it. It explodes where and when I want it. And it wipes off the face of the earth anything that I want annihilated. That's matics!" Garrick regarded his friend with genuine admiration. *I won't go into my radio-combinator, my telecommut- ator, my audion relay and all the rest," went on Dick. '"You see, I have letters on the keye of the radio combinator forward, back, start propeller motor, rudder right, rudder left, the angles, the rest. Tt's really delayed contact. The machinery is always ready, but it delays. until the rightq selective im- pulse is given. And I take advantage of the delay to have the message- signal repeated back to me, to check up on it.” “Vira's back!" It was Nita Walden in her car with McKay. before. the laboratory. *She called me from the Southold; I went over and- met her train on the main line. And I've brought her here first. Guy, telephone to Glenn; I know how anxious the hoy is."” “But - how? telauto- What of Ruth?" you all she knows. T made her. These youngsters are getting toned down Maybe Ruth reason when she gets back. only had her!"” “I'll say that, ‘“TFell us, Vira.” ‘“Well," you see, we found a duck boat in the hold, a beat for one. One of us could get off. Ruth made the choice—insisted—settled it. It had to be done in a second. She made me go—eveén when I fought her to stay." Dick grasped Nita Walden's hand in emotion. It was a splendid piece of heroism of Ruth. “Don’t you see?" explained Vira, talking fast as she poured out what she knew. “The jig was up for the gang. All they wanted was to make a clean get-away, take all the jewelry and the money. They waited until the last minute to get fifty thousand for' the Inner Circle and the other stuff. But it failed. Then. the only thing that remained was to get away —with Ruth—the ten-million heiress, as they speak of her . “You know, the ‘Bacchante’ had been taking the stuff off rum-runners. It was sheer bluff, posing as revenue enforcers. It was stored on the ‘Sea Vamp.! Fvery time anyone drove in- to the city, they would take a couple of cases or more to the Inner Circle or the Garage. From the Inner Circle and the Garage it was disturbed. They were wealthy bootleggers to the wealthy. Bootleg aristocracy!" Nita' sighed. “Up to a point, then, perhaps Ruth didn't need saving from herself as much as I thought. She was on.the trail of something big—this censpiracy And she almost landed her fish . Only to get into trouble from which it's taking all the skill of Guy and Dick to save her.” Vira's eyes were restlessly glancing through the window down the road. Suddenly her face beamed. She for- got her rumpled dress as it had dried on her, her disordered hair. Glenn's coming! I hear his engine. Oh. boy!" Out of the room she flew. Vira and Glenn came up the road. The, story was repeated. Dick re- turned to his radioplane; Garrick to sifting crank reports of the where- abouts of the fast scout cruiser. “Vira,” said Glenn ardently, the moment they were alone, “I won'l' take ‘No’ this time-—nor even ‘Wait'.” Vira blushed. "“Just as soon as we get Ruthie.” “Here's the first report that T place any confidence in,” shouted Garrick in a tone that could be heard all over the boathouse. “It's from a freighter —just off Seaville—sighted a boat answering the description of the ‘Bacchante’ putting into the Great South Bay.” “That checks up with Ruth's Fire Island message!” called Dick from be- low. ‘“The ‘Bacchante’ must have rounded the TIsland. I guess she could; she's fast enough.” “How's the work coming on, Dick?" shouted Garrick, all energy now with the first wireless clue. “It'll be twi- light in an hour. Can you hurry it up?” ! “All ready now. TI've been all dressed up with nowhere to go for fifteen minutes!” called back Dick from below. They swung open the doors and will listen to Oh, if I too!" cried Dick dollar queried Dick. “Ask Vera. She has come to tell " CATARRH ‘M:‘A?l.br-:'“flr;:‘”"“ of BLADDER ran the radioplane down the skid- way, calling back to McKay to drive Mrs. Walden across the Island to Seaville. The radloplane struck the quiet water of the harbor, the stac- cato whirr of the two propellers rose to a screech. They were off in a cloull of spray, leaping lightly from the surface to the air, and waving n gay goodby as Nita clasped her hands| \o44ed sullenly, as if in prayer and Vira drew close to Glenn, The flight to Beaville was only a matter of minutes for there was no time to lose before darkness, At Seaville a hasty survey disclosed no sign of the “Bacchante" but there was a tremendous crowd down on a bulkhead and they could see them waving and hear their shouts, Dick brought the radioplane down to the water and a couple .of small motor boats put out. “We,ve got that Curtis and the Tarue girl!" shouted a man with a big brass star of the local police force on his chest. Dick glaned at Garrick. here. We must take the time, must give them the third degree." Curtis was sour; Rae nervously “Anchor We il SHE SAW THE SLIM, DRIPPING FIGURE OF A GIRL RUNNING UP THE BEACH. triumphant. They had been desert- ed, put ashore, double-crossed. Was it possible that they, too, ware mere- ly tools of the man-at-the-top? Who was it then? Georges had been elim- inated and was in jail with his mouth sealed. Brock was out of the way, a lonely prisoner ready to turn state's eviednce to save his miserable hide. Who, then? Where was Ruth? In spite of her capture, Rae looked happier than she had been for days. She was holding on to Jack's arm with the air of possession tiat seemed to compensate for everything. Curtis did not look so pleased. He was thinking of the vanishing fortune and the frolics he saw glimmering away in the past. Suddenly Rae shook his arm. ‘“Dreaming of those hussies? Jack, you're mine—I can't let anyone have you—even when I'm playing the game., These damsels have ditched us! We might better have stayed in our own class. There's good pickings in the cabarets! Lord knows what will happen, now. Here's that Gar- rick—and Dick. I could tear the eyes out of the whole smart bunch— especially Ruth Walden. I never trusted her—she's too smart!" As Garrick and Dick came up, Cur- tis had his cue from Rae. A clean breast was the next best thing to a clean get-away. “Talk about Kidd and Morgan and Blackbeard!" he exclaimed ig anxious disgust. “They were piker pirates! They plundered their pals, I've read. Well, so did this beast—and he car- ried off a girl, too, a ten-million dollar prize!"” Garrick shot question after ques- tion, “Why, the ‘Bacchante' was a floating treasure house— the jewels of the Gerard robbery, the Parr jewels—the stuff from a score of others. There was money, oh, I don’t know how much, the profits of the bootleg scheme, of looting wine cellars all over the Island, of the Inner Circle.”” Jack swore as he thought of the massed wealth from which he had been “defrauded.” “Why was the '‘Bacchante’ here?" demanded Garrick. “To take him off; he came across by car from the Radio Central, as soon as he got me—damn him!—with the boat into the open ocean, safe— Professor Vario, of course!" “Professor Vario!” echoed Dick in amazement, “Yes, Professor Vario, head of the biggest gang of bootleggers, black- mailers and dress-suit yeggman 1 guess you ever heard of. Yeh— Georges was the fellow pulled 'em ing Brock was the rougnneck—Rae and | were the decoys—Ruth, Vira, Glenn ] That guy was born money-hungry 1 know his game, He dragged me into his dirty work fool that I was—then he expected all the time, posing as o hero to Ruth, resculng her from me, Then to Ber. muda, the Bahamas, Martinique, any- where—1I don't know. Only I do know now that Vario intended all along to marry that girl——and get ten mil- llons!" “Explain?" echoed Garrick, "It ex- plains a lot of things. Ior instance, at the Binnacle, what really hap- pened was that you, Jack, double- crossed Vario and tried to get away with Ruth yourself, And he caught you. It just gave him his first chance to play hero, eh?" Curtis “And the night of the dictagraph. With his wave me- ter, Varlo discovered it, found that all his secrets were being spilled in the air, and jammed in on the dicta- graph wave length,” Jack listened as clanking of a chair. of Garrick. ‘“Then that broadcasted poison pen message. First Vario had allowed you to get Ruth into a dan- gerous position at the Binnacle from which he rescued her and played hero, Then this elopement story, to com- promise her. But he had you right where he wanted you. How? The bigamny charge, of course!" Rae was now blazing. She might battle Jack., No one else could. She would perjure her little soul but she would fight him clear. “Do you know thing?" Garrick turned to Dic “That postcard, about last night at the Radio Central told me something. How did my alarm fail? You know, Dick, there's a switch between the studio room and the actual sending apparatus upstairs—not that switch we saw before us, but another. They use it whenever anyone broadcasting tries to put over a bit of advertising or chicanery or |if the singer or speaker is rotten, swing the switch and put on a phonograph or some- thing. A million explanations will do, later. The point is that he learned that T was there, found out what I was doing and choked it off —thereby betraying himself. He has been un- der cover since and this is the first information I've had of him all da although, without letting Dick or any- one else know of my suspicion, I had private detectives and the police look- ing for him quietly.” He nodded over toward one of the Astra men with the policeman in the crowd whom Dick had not seen. Then to the man, “How long before we came did you get these people?” ‘Not ten minutes, sir."” ““And the ‘Bacchante,’ did it head?"” “He raust have got a motorboat somewhere; put out to it the minute it hove in sight; then sent these people ashore affer a fight or some- thing. I should say it headed south- east—by east.” “Come—Dick!" “Just a second, Guy. Whose hat was it, Rae, that held the jewels at Gerard's?" “Mine, of course.” Defiantly. ‘And ‘what was in the tower with the searchlight at Gerard's that night 2" “Ruth and Glenn.” ful. “We threatened was the last time. “And why were the Walden pearls returned ?" “It was his idea, Vario's—to in- volve her, tie her up tighter, so she wouldn't dare squeal.” They jumped into the motorboat and a few minutes later the whir- ring of the propellers and the gor- geous cutting of spray gave them another leap off into the air. “They've a twenty-minute start,” shouted Garrick, adjusting his head- gear in the rush of air. “Thank heaven for the light. What a sunset!" Dick flew by his compass in the direction the Astra men had indi- cated, then began a series of ever widening horizontal loops. 1t de- creased his direct distance, but it en- abled him to cover a wider range in case Vario had turned the course of the “Bacchante” when he got out of sight of land. Fast as the scout cruiser was it could not compete with him for speed. Garrick, with his eye glued to a glass with splendid German lenses, swept the sea. They had not been flying ten min- utes in this fashion and Dick was considering the turn on the southern- most swing of the loop when Garrick shouted above the rush of air, and pointed, further south. Dick depressed his altitude and they swung along until shortly with the naked eye could be made out a boat which was without doubt the “‘Bacchante,” far out to sea. As they .watched, it deliberately turned and headed back, toward them. Garrick trained the glass to- ward it. What did it mean? “By heaven!" he exclaimed “What's that speck between us and him? My God—it is—it is Ruth!" ‘goud it be that Ruth has seen and taKen a last long chance, that she has gone overboard, risking every- thing on a Marathon swim, at that hour, with not a chance in a million of making the shore? As the radioplane came nearer the if it was the He was afrald the conclusive which way This was spite- them. But it 1 .|can sit here and send my little I water and nearer the struggling swimmers it became evident that the race between the plane and the crulser was a losing one for the cruiser, “Here, Guy, take take the radio!" Garrick seized the other of the double set of controls. A moment later he had taxied in spray and was rocking and pitehing only a few feet from the swimmer, It was ticklish business but he maneuvered until he was able to swing about. Fortunate- ly the sea was comparatively calm, As for Ruth, she was still fresh, Her long-distance swimming counted now in the balance for her life, . As Garrick, with a final effort with Dick, dragged her abroad, she almost collapsed in Dick's arms. “Take care of her, Guy, for a min- ute!" Dick turned t® his radio ap- paratus and as he did so Garrick saw that the “Bacchante,” long be- fore she was beaten, had turned and was going away at top speed, “There!" Dick swung a switch, a little light gleamed overhead. He swung another. Another signal over- head changed. "Go!" Iike a bolt flew the arrangement overhead, a long torpedo-like affair of aluminum, with wings and pon- toons for all the world like the hydro- aeroplane on which they were, It was flying, with the buzz of a hornet! Dick pressed a lever. its flight. “The principle of the thing is that, I use Hertzian waves to actuate re- lays on the radioplane —that is, T send a child with a message. The grown man, through the relay, so to speak, does the work. So, you see, 1 d this plane, I'll It swung in anywhere to strike down Goliath!" In the sunset Vario on the "“Rac- chante' must have seen it, sensed fit, for he knew something of Dick's work. He changed his course, In- stantly Dick pulled a lever and the radioplane changed its course by ex- actly the same degree. It was like a conscience pursuing. They could see the man at the wheel He had his revolver, whether to intimidate the man or not, could not be determined. Vario beside A8 the hornet swooped straight him, however, he fired once, twice, three times at it, No marksmanship of Vario's could stop that thing, He seemed to realize it, For an instant he hesitated, then quickly turned the gun on himself-—and fired, As Varlo sank to the deck, Gar rick nerved himself for the explosion of the radloplane, Ta his amaze- ment the little thing elrcled like a wasp, turned, and started back, They'll stand by, now,” tered Dick, “Not a reason in world then to send that little sure ship to Davy Jones!" It was late and dark when the “Bacchante” llmped up and cast anchor off the Seaville wireless sta- tion, towing Defoe's radioplane and its mother flying boat. Nita Walden has been sitting for hours in her car by the beach in front of the station, her eyes glassy, staring over the watersy She was shivering with fear. *“Will they nev- er come back? Oh, Ruth, Ruth, Ruth.'" . Suddenly she saw a slim, dripping figure of a girl running up the beach. She winked, stared harder. “My Ruth-—at Jast!" She pulled the curly head down to her and sobbed, joy- ously. “And she's promised to revise the ceremony—and put the word ‘obey’ bhack again-——only 1 don't expect her to do it!" Through mut. the trea- her tears and sobs Nita Walden saw Garrick just behind him. She opened her arms and drew Dick to- ward herself and Ruth. “1 suppose 1 may have the jobh of ctive watching the wedding pres- laughed Garrick. “Really, mother, Guy saved me— you might say—on wings of wire- les: Nita Walden spread her arms far- ther, caught Garrick's coat, drew him over, as the tears trickled down her face and planted a kiss on his cheek Garrick took her arm. “Nita, for your sake as well as Ruth's, come into the station. We ought to broad- cast the truth. They'll fix up a little bite to eat, too-——maybe a toast!" He glanced over at Dick, as Ruth hysterical Dick and struggled away from his lips, “May T—may T—broadcast our an- nouncement, Ruth?" pleaded Dick Ruth sank back in his arms. “Yes Dick I'll tell the world!" (THE END.) LABOR BOARD IS OPENLY ASSAILED (Continued From First Page) the hoard The giving of advice of this kind has heretofore heen left to outsiders, who were not under the of- ficial obligations imposed hy the transportation act, the main purpose of which is to prevent railway strikes and protect the public from their dire effects, “Not only do the minority step down from the judicial position which they occupy, to advise a strike, but they obviously distort and miscon- strue the language of the majority in order to provide the condition which they pronounce a justification. Seek To Inflame Workers, “This is not the only place in the dissenting opinion where the sugges- tion is made to the employes to strike. As a matter of fact, the en- tire dissenting opinion constitutes a strained and exaggerated effort to in- flame the employes hy the belief that they have heen grossly outraged by this decision. “A fair statement of the facts will convince any disinterested man that no injustice has been done to these employes by the present decision, and that the decrease in their wages is conservative and is based upon the law and the evidence." Refers To Russia. “It is well to remember,” the state- ment continued, “that the time will never come in this or any other coun- try when the ordinary rules of com- mon sense and business, call them economic laws if you wish, can be absolutely ignored in the conduct of any industry. The latest instance in which these laws have been thrown overhoard and replaced by fine spun socialistic theories, both in railway and other {ndustries, found in Russia and the gesult there is not one that this country desires to emu- late, "It will be readily conceded that our soclal and industrial system has not invarlably produced perfect re- sults, but, upon the whole it has demonstrated its superiority to every experimental substitute that has been offered. And the fact must not be overlooked that this great industrial republic has rewarded labor with its largest degree of libert prosperity and happiness. It Is well not to hold its minor imperfections go close to the eye as to obscure its benefits.” Minority report to which today's reply was made was signed by Arthur 0. Wharton and Albert Phillips, The third labor member of the bhoard, W. 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