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{ttle ehtp of a dear ve ir, who generously |. But patience! very soon if Lanyard commented: it welll” A door had ww after partition, two " a werd Above @ lank, bedy clothed im the ‘tunic and trousers of @ ohip’s recognized the tragt- of the sofdisant Mr, Monk. At hie shoulder land, Intelligent coun- ‘of Mr. Phinult, who seemed at home tn the blue serge fannels of the average yachtsman. thig last Lanyarnt received Gqedratured nod, while Monk, great deal of tmpressment, directly to Liane Delorme low over the hand which Janguidiy tfted to de saluted. ‘dear friend!” he sald tn bis yoloe, “In another hour I pare begun to grow anxious jew ee poy have had good reason, », It ts not two hours since bas ewcaped death—and that for gecond time tn a single day—by genderest margin, and thanks to this gentleman here.” consented to see Lanyard, immediately offered him a pro- salute, which was punctilt returned. His eyebrows to the rects of his bair. that good Monsieur Duche- a nom Liane mughed. “Tt ts the resemblance ts striking; I ‘the p pot say that, if Paul would con-| to grow a beard, ft would not be extraordinary. But—permit me, r Monk, to present my educated eyebrows expressed ay wumbder Cf emotions Monk's ind was cordially extended. “But enchanted, Monsieur Delorme, : on board the Sybarite brother of your charming ais- J] Neve [ umierstood Liane to say Cap-| fain Monk?” The captain bowed. “Captain Whitaker Monk?" Another Lanyard looked to Liane: I thought you told me Mister Monk had sailed for Prica a week ago.” so he did.” the captain Diandiy, whilé Liane con-/ his statement with many and emphatic nods. “Mr. the owner, Is my first Fortune hag been leas kind | i a worldly way; consequent- goed ship Sybarite, Mister Whit- Monk, owner. And my name y Phinuit, and I'm honest-to- secretary to Mr. Monk. ste, the owner got @ hurry call New York, last week, and from Southampton, leaving | to bring his pretty ship safely @aresay. And now—if made- is agreeabie—suppose we % to the skipper’s quarters, 4 We can improve one another’ Sequaintance without some snooping i Meward getting an unwelcome ea ) fil, We need to know many thing alone can tell us—and I'l! wa; tould do with a drink. What?" I assure you, monsieur, I Your reception sufficiently re- freshing.” “Well,” ald Phinuft, moment partly but very slightly discounten- anced-—"you've been uncommon’ damn" useful you know... I mean, Socorting to mademoisella” “Useful! Lanyard inquired po Mtely. “He calls tt that" Llane De | torme exclaimed, “when I tell him | you have saved my life!" She ewept indignantly thru the door by which | Monk and Phinutt had come to) SEATTLE STAR BY AHBRN |_ THE OLD HOME TOWN ‘PAGE 12 4 BY STANLEY |= LI Jugs - Bornes CAPPERS Copper TOMB STONES LooK ouT aT ean U'LL GPRAIN YOUR HA-HA* ON A THIRTY DAY FREE TRIAL! WHATS 7TH! NAME OF YouUR Book 3 =" PSYCHOLOGY OF SUCCESS “= THATS GONNA BE A HOT VOLUME = (TLL HAVE BE BouUND With ASBESTOS COVERS- (| tT Wont LINE * avorD WING | Steet them. Two ceremonious bows |induced Lanyard to follow her, | Monk and Phinult brought up the | Pear, “Yea,” the woman pursued— “twiee he has saved iti* “In the same place?” Phinuft tn- Quired innocently, shutting the door, “But nol Once in my home in Paria, this morning, and again to | Bight on the road to Cherbourg. The | last time he saved his lif too, and Jules’.” “It waa nothing,” eaid the modest | hero, | “It was nothing? Liane echoed tragically. “You save my life twice, tt ‘nothing! My God! I tell you, I find this English a funny lan- | guage” “But if you will tel ug about ft Monk suggested, placing @ chair for her at one end of a small table on which was spread an ap- petiging cold supper. Lanyard remarked that there were | Places laid for four, } and he calls It ‘useful,’ and you call) | Ho had been! | i NOW “THAT MARSHAL OTEY WALKER IS MISSING -AUNT PEABODY IS URGING MAYOR SIMON DOOLITTLE, To expected, then. Or had the fourth) place been meant for Jules? One’ inclined to credit the first theory.! Tt seemed highly probable that Lt-! PME LITERARY BUG BITES “THE MAJOR “== APPOINT A NEW MARSHAL AT ONCE. ane should have telegraphed her tn. jtentions before leaving Parts. In- deed, there was every evidence that she had. Neither Monk nor Phinult bad betrayed the least surprise on seeing Lanyard; and Phinult had not even troubled to recognize the | Getion which Liane had uttered tn ccounting for him. It was very much as if he had sald: That long. }lost brother stuff is all very well for the authorities, for entry tn the ship's papers if necessary; but {t's | wasted between ourselves, we un- derstand one another; #0 let's get down to brass tacks Spacious, furnished in a way of rich sobriety, tasteful In every ap- Pointment, the captain's quarters were quite as «ybaritio as the en- Private bath adjoined, and the again pause for breath. Lanyard smiled can't see you've much to complain lot” The captain nodded, ted a shade of gravity to become visible in his expression. He sighed |@ philosophic sigh: ‘But man ts never satisfied .. .” Liane had got her second wind and was playing variations on the theme of the famous six bottles of | champagne. is easy chair and let his bored thoughts wander. He was weary of belng talked about, wanted one | thing only, fulfillment of the prom- | ise that had been implicit in Phin- | uit’s manner. Phinuit’s sympathetic eye, The woman sent the gray car crashing again into the tree, re peated Lanyard’s quaint of | the business, and launched « | vain of penegyric. “Regard him, then, sittt ‘there, making nothing of {t all “Sheer swank,” Phinult comment- ed, “Ho's just lettthg on; privately he thinks he’s a heldva fellow. ADVENTURES WINS OF THE. T ; ih Wi ff I am terrified of that one! ie “Certainly!” said the king obligingly All the magicians and sorcerers © their heads together. They & plan to cateh Nancy and Nick ‘Who were riding in the Fairy Queen's Magic automobile. Not that they Wanted the Twins—no, that wasn't 7%, but they wanted the automobile 4 Very much, indeed. ‘They were making # lasso to lasso bd riong Tricky Trixio had told | at Was the way they lassoed Wild horses in the West. © Tope was very strong, being Made ofjair trom a hundred lion's . it was very limber, hav- HB been otled with of! from a hun Pe ‘ales. Also it was quite magi- cory of the magicians and - said double charm I really don’t see how the Twins had @ chan: Fai oe Or indeed they Gr ve, had it not been for ‘lore » ce at all to get back | He had listened to everything that was going on, and smiled to himself wisely. “Lasso, indeed!” said he with a wag of his head. “We'll see about | that.” Off he strode over forests and hills until where the poll-parrots lived. went straight to the king of the poll- parrots. biters, please,” he asked, dred parrots with the strongest beaks.” “Certainly!” ingly. home again, |the magic automobile, the hundred into a hundred pieces, (To Be Continued) Mopyright, 1922, hy Seattle Bias) } He was aware of, of the Sybarite, A bedroom! but permit! Lanyard lounged tn) Don’t you, Lanyard?” urally," Lanyard gave ving eerste look, “That is un really inte esta me, at presen’ Who is Dupont, Monk re 4 be gind to be sure of that,” Lahyard murmured. “By all accounts,” said Phinult, “he takes @ deai of killing.” “But all this begs my question,” Lanyard objected. “Who is Du- | pont, and why?” “I think I can answer that ques- tion, monsieur.” This was Liane Delorms, “But first, I would ask that nobody comes aboard this ship before she sails.” “Pity you didn’t think of that sooner,” Phinult observed in friend} sarcasm. “Better late than never, of course, but stili—t* The woman appealed to Monk 4i- rectly, since he did not move, “But I assure you, monsieur, I am afraid, I shall not sleep until I am sure he has not succeeded in smuggling himself on board—" “Bo tranquil, mademolselle,” Monk begged. “What you ask ts already done, I gave the orders you ask as soon as I received your, telegram, this morning. You need not fear that even a rat has found his way aboard since then, or van we sail, without my knowl “Thank God!” Liane breathed— and instantly found @ new question to fret about. “But your men, Cap-; tain Monk—your officers and crew —can you be sure of them?” “Absolutely.” “You haven't signed on any new |men here in Cherbourg?" Lanyard asked. Monk worked his eyebrows to he came to’ South America| said the king we! parrots flew down and bit the rope me that!” lalgnify that the question wae ridicu- jlous, “No such fool, thanks,” he added. “Yet they may have been cor He! rupted while bere in port,” Liane insisted “No fear.” ‘d want @ hundred of your best} phat is what I would have sald “A bun) of my maid and footman, twenty. sharpest, tour hours ago. Yet I now know tell you only what I know, If any of my offi- | bette’ “y mademoiselle. He got them at once and strode cers and crew have been tampered | with, I don’t know anything about Now this is what happened. When ‘jt, and can't and won't until the Light Fingers threw tho lasso over truth comes out.” “And you sit there calmly to tell Liane rolled her lovely eyes in appeal to the deck beams overhead, “But you are impossible!” *But, my doar lady,” Monk pro- tain Monk to set guards to see) tested, “I am perfectly willing to. go into hysterics tf you think it will do any good. As it happena, I don't | havan’t been idle or fatuous in that matter, I have taken every | possible precaution against miscar- riage of our plans, If anything goos wrong now, it can't be charged |to my discredit.” “It will be an act of God.” Phin- ult declared: “one of the unavold- able risks of the business.” “The business!" Liane echoed with scorn. “I assure you I wish I were | well out of ‘the business’! “And so say we all of us,” Phin- ult assured her patiently; and Monk intoned a fervent “Amen!” “But who is Dupont?” Lanyard reiterated stubbornly. “An Apache, monsieur,” Liane re- sponded sulkily—"a leader of Apaches.” “Thank you for nothing.” “Patience: I am telling you all I know. I recognized him this morn- ing, when you were struggling with His name is Popinot.” ‘ahr mon- “There was a Popinot tn Paris tn ; they nicknamed him the Prince of the Apaches. But he was an older man, and died by the guil- lotine, This Popinot who calls him- self Dupont, then, must be his son.” “That is true, monsieur.” “Well, then, if he has tnherited his father’s power—” “It Ig not so bad es all that, I have heard that the elder Popinot was @ true prince, in his way—I mean as to his power with the) Apaches. His son is hardly that;) he has a following, but new powers were established with his father's! death, and they remain stronger) second part of my question, Liane: Why Dupont?” Liane shrugged and studied her bedizened fingers, The heavy black} {brows circumflexed Monk's eyes, and he drew down the corners of) hig wide mouth, Phinuit fixed an used gaze on a distant corner of room and chewed his cigar. Why did Dupont—or Poptnot,” Tanyard persisted--“murder de) Lorgnes? Why did he try to mur- der Mademoiselle Delorme? Why did he seok to prevent our reaching Cherbourg?” dive you three guesses,” Phin- ult offered amiably, “But I warn | you if you use more than one you'll ‘forfeit my respect forever, And Just to show what a good sport I am, I'll ask you a few leading ques tions. Why did Popinot pull off that little affair at Montpeilier-le- Vieux? Why did he try to put you out of bis way @ few days later?” ar. OF Page * eC . S ; By Mabel OOK: 4 sal 60 THAT'S WHY Daddy stopped a while as if he were not quite sure of the best way to go on; then he sald as he had said in the beginning: “1 wish you could have heard Mr, Judson tell his own story—he doesn't brag & bit, or seem puffed up over what he’s done, but he's such « lot of pep for a man his age! And his eyes shine 80 when he talks about the things that have happened in the old Gays. It doesn’t seem quite pos- sible that sc much fighting spirit could be left in such @ frail, shrunken body. “Go on about the wounded man? ‘Well, Stephen saw that every man in the bunch was just about all in, They were all his friends, and after all he had merely taken the leadership. No one had given him authority to boss the others around. Some one must go for a doctor, and go quick. “Some one—already worn out with four days of the most nerve- racking and tiresome journeying, tense with the constant strain of the thought of the cruel danger on every hand; some one who had no closer tt to Burleigh Pierce than the tle of chance comrade Liieiieliei fie | “Because he wanted to steal the! jewels of Madame de Montalals, nat- urally.” “I knew you'd guess {t.” “You admit, then, you have the Jewels?” “why not? Phinuit inquired coolly. “We took trouble enough to get them, don't you think? You're taking trouble enough to get them away from us, aren't you?" You don't want us to think you so stupid as to be wasting your time, do you?” His imperturbable effrontery was so amusing that Lanyard laughed ship, must turn back from the warmth and shelter of the fort and go in search of a doctor. “1 eaid to him, ‘Who went, Mr. Judson? He just looked at me hard for about a minute, sort of looked thru me before he answer ed, and said, "Gosh! I said I was in command, didn’t I? Could I tell another fellow to risk his life and go hiking off on a 10-mile tramp (10 miles each way) when I was as able to go as he? I went myself, Of course I did. “‘And I want you to know that it's about the hardest stunt I ever had to do, and I pioneered in this country about as early as any- body and suffered with the rest. ‘Burleigh was in bad shape when we got back, and tho the doctor worked faithfully over him for three days—he didn’t live, “But I've never been sorry a minute I tried to save him, be- cause, you see, that was all I could do-—just try my heniest. “ ‘After that, when the rest of us got back to Stetlacoom, why— the story sort of got told around, and they sort o’ thought maybe Vd do for sheriff—and I guess that’s the reason I was elected. Yes, I've always sort o’ guessed it ‘was.’ ” outright, Then, turning to Liane, ho offered her a grateful inclination of the head, “Mademoiselle, you have your promise. Many thanks.” ‘Hello!’ erfed Phinuit, “What promise?” “Monsieur Lanyard desired a fa- vor of me,” Liane explained, her good humor restored; “in return for saving me from assassination by Popinot this morning, he begged mo to help him find the jewels of Mad- ame de Montalals, It appears that he—or Andre Duchemin—is accused of having stolen those jewels; so it kept becomes a point of honor with him to find and restore them to Madame de Montalais.” “He told you that?” Monk queried, studiously eliminating from his tone the jeer implied by the words alone, “But surely. And what could I do? Hoe spoke so earnestly, I wal touched. Regard, moreover, how deeply I am indebted to him, So I promised I would do my best. Bt vollal I have brought him to the Jewels; the rest is—-how do you say —up to him. Are you satisfied with the way I keep my word, mon- eiourg® “It's hard to eee how he cab have any kick coming," Phinuit com mented with some acidity. Lanyard addressed himself to Li- ane: “Do I understand the jewels are on this vessel?” “In this room.” Lanyard sat up and took intelll. gent notice of the room. Phinuit chuckled, and consulted Monk in the tone of one reasonable man to his peer. (Continued Tomorrow) On an average, 100 veterans of the civil war alo every day. oe!