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nq, Wonreiaht, 1912, by A. ©, McClurg & Co.) SYNOPSIS OF TREOROING. APTERS. with Vi & window of the Pow! od 8 gitl enter No. scroms the vt it r ont to the lint, Central. © Ae street Otfice Detecti niet te a eae turin tnt. th Ge eit carats maine Ta init of Kutotph, res that he dors not fren konow her, | N come out with the ot Pale A tne amering the descripuon vot Patto'and Spot ora Aedes calle on Van Vetchen. CHAPTER VIil. (Continued) Deeper Waters. HEY have cabled Central Office,” Mr. Flint explained, “a half dozen times to-day for information. The after- * noon’s extras mention a. re- ‘Ward—twenty-five tundred doflare— being offered in London for informa- tion of Miss Carew. That would ac- @ount for their sudden interest.” By way of answer the young man fianded him the cablegram from Fotheringill. Mr. Flint glanced at It, then he sat up with a jerk and bis eyes narrowed to mere slits. He pon- @ered the text for some time while the two young men watched him in nt curiosity. < “Well,” he breathed at last, returh- ine the message, “here is one more link im the chain—notia very definite one, but an additional small detail ‘that associates Misw Carew directly. with your house of mystery.” Van Vechten stared in wonder at the slip of paper. Tom abruptly ex- claimed: “How the dickens do you Make that out?” _But Mr, Flint was not to be hurried, “While there may be nothing 40 Myf mysterious about the house it- self,” he pursued evenly, “neverthe- lesp it is by way of promising us « 2, pretty problem indeed. Does the ndmo ‘Withypool’ signify anything jn particular to you?” «/dNothing definite, that is all.” it 1s familiar, repeated Mr. Flint, have had occasion to “Withypool,”” musingly. “ took it wy ¥ Bte4 a ve!" et from Yen, Neab- ten” in surprise. “What do you Know Flint? Tell it bi “It's @ little village in Somerset— om the edge of Exmoor Forest—per- “haps ono of the prettiest regions in rural England, Still does the name cbnvey nothing to your mind? ‘Chink!” Here Tom Phinney intérjected: “Ruddy thought it was confound- edly familiar when he read the moa- sage.” ‘hile Van Vechten tried his best ‘to recall the associations which the shrewdly contemplating him, i give it up,” declared the young in «gpan “t length. “Go on and tell it , Wby you jumped so when you read the message. What's the answer?" "1 said that it was a pretty spot’ thé’man's deliberation was provok- ing—"‘an ideally desirable location for # bome—regular old fashioned Eng- ‘dish country home, you know—gabies, @himney pots, ivy, deer park, hedges 4 YW that sort of thing, For in- 0 “Confound you, Flint! Out with it!” rT. Temple Bonner’s." Vor a moment the two young men @ut staring speechiessly at the un- Moved detective. Then Van Vechten ‘@mote the table with his fst. “By George!” ejaculat ently but not loudly. it! The Yyery thing that's been chasing round i, my skull!" Ife proceeded more calmly: ““Hut, Flint, admitting that one of ‘the two Indies mentioned here Is my eousin”’-tapping the cablegram— “the fact that you found her purse in @ house which happens to belong to ‘emple Bonner, and that also whe bas eh mysteriously sojourning near fa home in England, presents only a ecincidence—curious, perhaps, But y sight ‘of the other lady—her companion, he was 1 Beohuyler, I believe.” “Do you know that before No, 1918 into Mr. Honner’s possension it Belonued to Compton Behuyler, Mra, Devereaux’ The expr hat now fitted fcroms Van Veckton's face wa bewilderment, He had no oe s, wo jnake A .NEW YORK.CITY MYSTERY -ROMANCE: CHARLES men never has been any howe stould want to plumb her past. She Mame all but evoked, Mr. Flint sat mt 4 { ee The Evening World Daily M Pe Aha sey pees E.. WALK ee ee reason why one almost ember of our pally, kaa has been for ‘to long @ time that whatever affects her also, touches Fitnt, 90 'Precisely,” sald: Mr. briskly that his augmented interest t Van Vectiten’s attention. “Well?” the “It is in close nahip bomen g the different families con- cern it I hope to find the to the puzzle, And there again I look for your help, “Consider, Mr. Van Vechten: it's far cry from the murder of an ab- scure, unimportant young man hi two in New York to: Temple Bonner in England, whose name in any lan- guage means unlimited wealth’ and power. He and his family own no inconsiderable portion of the world’s second city. He is inaccessible to all ordinary methods of approach, and by virtue of his position and affill- ations a force to be reckoned with even by the ruler he has elected to owe allegiance to, But it has become unmistakable that a binding’ cord leads through the maze of intervening events, uniting Temple Bonner and Jim O'Neill as surely ‘as ff they walked hand in hand.” “Flint, how did you come to be bur- rowing into the past and raking up old dead, forgotten rom: aid “You “supp! the Rint,” was the quiet answer, “When you said that the house had not been rented through the regular channels—that is to say, by application at the esta’ offices—a moment's reflection told that posseasion of the house could have been obtained only in one othér way—namely, by direct authority of Mr. Boni himself. Rather extraor- dinary, ? It was while trying to verify this conclusion that I atum- bled upon the rest.” “If your information is exact, the old place over yonder—Lord, what would Josephine think if she ‘kno’ how it had been exciting the club's curlosity for-lo, these many moona!— if you aro correct, then it is her old home— birthplace—the house from bole she was married. Well, well, well!’ ‘That marriage had not been a happy one, and the speaker paused. There was a quality in the detective's silence and intent attitude. that seemed subtly tO encourage the young man’s reminiscent vein, for Sfrenetving: the Peberinne ane a ef mental turning over, Van Vech- ten dismissed it and went on. “Josephine had a twin"aister~Hen- rietta—been dead far years and:years, She too made an unlucky. mateh, I belleve—people, youknow, don’t talk next to about such things, nothing about it. Must have been some gay times in that old house,” int “of a ‘sudden leaned for- ‘Mr: ‘ward and fixed Van Vechten with Jook that arrested and held bis at- tention. “Now then, Mr. Van Vechten,” he had grown all at once compelling, “if the yelled lady you saw Sunday af ternoon—the one who came in the taxi—if she did not resemble Miss Carew, then wasn't it Mrs, Devereaux that you were reminded of?” “Wait, Flint, wait,” ‘the other by ad him. “She was a young lady, in “StlI" instated the detective, “you thought at first glange—before you saw that was @ young lady—that she Devereaux—ian't that 80 ‘or a long time Van Vechten sat scowling at the table. By and by looked up his regard encountered bar eteris righ mi love are t, Flint," admitter Inst “Tt was the diffe ence in years that fooled me, Until 1 Teallzed my mistake I believed. the velled lady to be Josephine Dever- eaux.” CHAPTER IX. The Ghost 9f Romance. NN VECHTEN'S admission was accepted by Mr. Flint quite as a matter of course; aa if he would have be ; exceedingly surprised if the young man had identified the lady of the taxi-cab with some other entirely different person. Said he: “I aball sketch briefly as much. of the Schuyler-Bonner history as I have learned; then, Mr, Van Vechten, you Will pee what I want to know, “In the seventies and early eighties, Compton Schuyler was # prominent figure, o man of affaire in the Now York commercial world and, as for- tunes Went im thone days, « wealthy man, ienides, he wae of the vid Dutch etock; his home Was & centre of the fashionable life of the eity. Two besutiful, charming daughters srewuy enhanced this atiraction, eo “Curthermore,” eontinued Mr. that the name Was really better > Piint, “instead of the proser known socially than in @ business “ring iynorant that such a shabby way, At that peried bie home was mrcrl of property teu part of (he #8 jouked upon as & manaion, and that ats purchase waa prompted VY young man who etood in the family’s 4 Mentinent growing Out Of & TO* Pood gracus counted bilneelf fortunate mance inore thar irty years old. indeed you wad, the coincidence be wen, throukh & series of bud in ne proportions that must Wk vestinents, Mebuyler fost the bulk of something something thet his fortune. A tew months previously would be of value t eit we Wid Josephine had married against ber amy wrony it ning falvers comment, and ber husband, where | hope y help me Verey Ievereaus, siowed Une wort of “To ” eering, Vint. be wae by prompily depert- wer Van Veookten mast he had when the loss became angwa, Alew'et bn wite, “but wull the eire Next, Mra. Mehuyler died euddeniy, POmatnnece are merely coneidence Hope of rebavilitwting the family “© ‘ read # a toto and of seoouping Me Owindiing fore them. wor are nf 1 fo!) tunes wae how all in the te rr ee sight maining Hen AN om} r ; her eu one youne man Ww tw ' wan Wy egwal, bu iter f ew “ oe forwne weeiaeni beet ' h the we ber in New com pinr y York w geavie duugnter e rh y “ (6 way no hing of sbroat—-eepe dame ¢ cally in Kaglandhed marked this Tie detective favored Tom with ® young man for her legitimate prey feat of inte and then bie eyes but he loved Henrietta Mcbuyler and om wee ey aevoted and open in his pret. ne thing ata t erntionen,” ere (het the tnatrimenial eeby ” ote « You were one ond all @incoureged. “e + feet get wut hall Wie wealth and uy ’ ' wh were dle perior por the cowren of we did not run amovlh for Temple mah for me,” Bonner, The tacts would make « “T vant wih 1 fore novel, There was yet ap white | other youne man ° atte eae cane dies rT = mansion, but one vastly differ- ‘be oat is many respecte trom Bouees. Pra Mis <i Opin * mee This man’s name wis Willard—Max Willard.” “I've heard the name,” muttered hs? Vechten. ts & eh ee “It was an irony ” pursued Mr. Flint, “that Boaner and ‘Willard should not only be but the closest sort of intimacy: existed be- tween them, a genuine Damon and Pyhias attachment. Which was odd enough when: you consider the wide contrast in their worldly condition; but the friendship was formed when the two young men were in Haivard, png i rol a 6 way—ani one 3 the kind -destined to last through fe. "Willard lacked about every advan- tage Bosnenned, 37° oy rival; he b+ oor, unattractive in appearance an: Baa many ullar traits which made enemies where Temple Bonner made friends. He was regarded as a vi- sionary, @ crank, a man who would never make his mark. Howevér, he must have possesséd some unusual quality, because Temple Bonner had implicit faith in him—believed he was 4@ genius of some sort; but It was char- acteristic of Willard that he would ac- cept no assistange from his more for- tunate rival, “Bonner, 4 would seem, felt his own position keenly, Ho realized thatehis friend was almost overwhelmingly handicapped, and as well as I cas Nees out from what actually happened, © withdrew tem ety from the field and gave Max ‘iMard every oppor- tunity to advance his sult. I suppose the idea was that if Willard way suc coasful, Bonner would abide by the consequences; if not, then Willard waa to stand aside and’ give Bonner his chance, Much of this is guesswork; it is hard to arrive at the truth at this late day; but certain elpeumsances exist which indicate that what I am telling you is what actoally happened. “It would appear from the sequel that Max Willard had been the fa- vored one all along, Temple Bonner Went abrond; within two months Willard and Mine Henrietta had eloped and were married; within ten minttes after he received news of th runaway wedding Compton fk, i ee Seal aN, wae . min importance to finding Max Willard, although what I have already told vou should supply the explanation. I want to discover the motive that Influenced Temple Bonner to disregard his swno iron-bound syatem of posing porsor- ally-in the case of the house across the street. It is remarkable that he should do such a thing for anybody. If Max Willavd 1a alive, tho old friend~- ship would supply that motive..Then {t would be high time to get in touch with Willerd and 'Tearn what he’s up to." $3 a) Mate “If.one were minded to, could cne into the house.qt:'No. 1313?" asked Yan Vechten. ci The detective passed a fiat key ecrdss the table, saying merely: “The back door; you reach it through the alley." occur to him that somebody already might be within, but he contented himself with the belief that the detec- tive had neglected to make fast the door after his visit Sunday afternoon, Settling the incident thus to his own gatisfaction, he entered and closed the door behind him, At once he was surrounded by a murky, yellowish gloom; fos Lhe. win- dows were #0 coated with dust and grime.and spider's webs that. such, light as entered was about as effeotive 48 sunshine filtered through # cloud of smoke, Ho was) \p # bell. one side was @ etoréroom, on théSother the laundry. Farther along he made out @ figot of stalre, i ‘And scarcely had he arrived at the first tivor than his strained attentive- ae Hiéab Was'reWarded by a sound that ‘Van Vechten pocketed the Rey. Was unuilstdkable-one that brought 7 him, shorv—a sound of human voices, CHAPTER X. A distincly unpieasant tingling sen~ ention*piiyed over his scalp and at An Exploring Trip. HETHER Mr, Flint attache! W any particular tmportance to anything in Tom Phin- ney's recital of his Rocky Cove adventure, Van Vech- ten was unable to d mine, either trom the detective's fixed expression (or absénce of exprension) or the few Questions he asked when Tom pad finished. h a Dy Tom, after the detective had gone, reverted to a topic which he had broached earlier in the day. “Are you'going to use the*motor for a whilo, Ruddy? 1 want to taxe in down to Malden Lane if you're not. The other roused suMfciently from bis puzzling reflecuons to give the speakor 4 questioning look. “Maiden he repeated, amplified. p dowy there—wealthy dia- mond importer—was wasting 4 #kip- per for bis steam yacht: Browniow's his name~met him at the Payne- French's inet week, He wan asking 4g, me about it; suppose he heard that I the back of his neck. The temporary alan, however, instantly vanished, and instead he was filled with wonder and cu y at this unloek@d-for urn of his saricantion. to ap {ho @puld) have *chosen @ spo Yeatlate th GSa°torgakend ih whieh to carry qn a conversation? nkeem ef the volces wag & woman'e— My ied’. Alid Agw he wea able to locate the @ource ® the sounds, They came ya@ige where fh the second story fand<tewdrd the rear of the house. With infinite caution he crept up the front atairway to the upper hall, Ph sounded ‘moessantly, hoarse and rumbling, then sometimes both together,” Van’ Vechton paused’ at a pealization that the two were quarrel- Hing and that the girl's voice was quivéfing with intense indignation. Tudoryh advanced more rapidty, and presently caine to a halt before 4 cloned door, on the further side of which the two disputanta without Aoubt were engaged. And then per- force he became an eaveadropper. “"Go, 60, gol” eried the feminine votoe, shrill with exasperation and 1 wil you, 1 will not etand 6 Whatever in the Schuyler had blown out hie brains, was interested in yachting. ,J have or ‘s u to follow me I ponere are the faote, & master's sertifieats, you know; “a —* age Rg th ag Bs mericn and “Mux Willard 1 wieca that's one job t can hola down.” sight, I.don't want to hear @ word Fag to ya rage ely ager + pyr p Rom was moody, and for the tune Sony have to may!” ‘an Vechten laid an a next, we Yan Vechten in his talente—whatever their bent perntesitig’ 22 iald Maida hisowa As the next worde Van, Vechten might Nave been—haa dropped en- trely from sight. His wife, you tell me, bos been dead a long thine; but ‘ere there no children la Max Willard stil) alive, where te he, hae he any family, what la hie ocoupa- tion? Those are who things I want you to find out, I fancy the runaway mateh, with ail tte attendant eireum- stances, created something of a stir at the time, some of your older friends should be able and willing to supply you with the facte” ‘Oh, jear I can agreed yor exactly At wl 1 have po doubt that al! you want to know Vechten. M told t of whi ie not enermily ase woman who bas wut . One Aeaerving vily and eympathy; vul--heavens aod earth! —ahe ie po martyr to tribulation; anes jollieet sort imaginable. But how will this help you fair of ¥ pen derived Mr ee nae nod Ie pondent woke Ht rll 12% More DEERRAATY Sows Tiare ceeryining “Mesivie about Max Wil ra. Lappons that she and Mre are very much ettac t and Jonept @ mither and ne? 1 can't ony Anuahier much t une de Deve chums Yor Mre sw form « pretty ° plated vo violently neon couple ti thetr quarrel, “Ro,” he said, “you mined to go to work till deters lone absorbed to must have heard Tom nodded. “Most of the t him. The mirt waa talking | You have done ™ tn eer ime that T have likely 1 shall hm Callin; but your following Huddy; 1 bere te jyst a bit more than T « hope such o thing, Just the mame oniuee how I moun to tell father puny, 1 want to wot jum how you have bean harneming io feel that 1 am do and, mark my words, he will pu th while p to it, Why did you bet ' wan decide that | we better, 7 t y know mynelt f’ y ’ enerwion You t 4 het t dont get to tatk to you any wit ty “Iiweause you oan oribin Mo, or dowt Interrupt 1 ea commanded. ‘Uf » heve f of you, then ietan 1 6 Vi mane Tom Ph Zoperina tq em | Vistn that it wit! pene Call on (he wealthy datmond leporter tate of ur ull unde: mand took from hw t * " r t that I liked . “ Vint + * wy ! ont wey he back enty t * man wey 1919. A banement du ” WY inter but the eini len evidence @ recent wer, Here, pa ‘ iy the door whieh the key iw ue belonged con f ef Ihe bemtantiy weet down the amet 1s wore heft , . wr ove ae a ’ tet t xe locked, the latch war woe " thing, butgyow wil wh! Bhowidu’s nk Viin ofne to loathing you if you per have been that careless,” was sist we to me. | do not ay evnsiualon. by did ne Jove have, | never aa.” ——— ee ‘a ¢azi-ne.. Wednesday. (Preparing the Answer ccmsa, 2 4 wt . oe ay a My Vechten turned again to the “You are at perfect iibert: part,” he hid, with deference. “Ani, réally, pater, doa At once, f good your esape. violent Vechten's gprompted him to such an absurdity. "Gob, or he yelled ‘at the gir, froxon to the table, into therhall and closed after her, is nothing the jectacih: of @ modden to the shambles. ceeded in preventt: grasping the doorkn: rectly dressed, rather snag into oblivion, John Cailis clenched ‘his atop their chattering. His glance skirted the room an to penetrate every minute were loomin; less body by bs aiyt look aw: ms it again. Swallowing convulatvely, his dry! lips with @ di brought up inst the Nye felt for the knob. like nightmare. Finding tt; he opened the door and slunk a —— CHAPTER XI. A roar from the man cut short her words, “I'll make you love me!" The words rattled harshly in his throat. “Do you think I have been working and waiting @l these years from any sense of duty or loyalty to your father? Then the more fool you. It was for you—do you hear mo? ‘Ypusl I.meant at the first that -you.should be my wife; I have meant tt all along; it now, more 4 ever, And —by God!’ you’ shan’t turn me down in this way! I won’ oan't stand ME ke 0 os 5 t rsdan! wtand kway thom the door ang Je m9. by." response from the man, ‘tAre yOu géing to’let mo pass?” And again, apparently, un- wie to contain nimaeit. + “Nol"he burst forth. “If all my months. of walting and «ivi ¥- abit, y'understand—givihy ha: ig ot me for'you—if my-only paymest le jo be~scorn and contempt. I you'd call {t-—then, by heavént. £11 inake you suffer! I'll breal® your rm "in a shocked voice. He did not heed; all restraint was thrown to the winds, and he drove an in @ reckless frenzy of spéech. “You think I care what bappens to me, do you? Hub! Blame jitue you know about Jobn Callla, If I, can't have you I don’t care @ whdop ja Hades what becomes of mo. If I can't dy #lve shall: Scream, yell at the top of your nobody to hear, you," Tho girl was now, gpohuine- ly alarmed. “Don't talk #0 wildly! You'll regret this, And don't—don t look at mo like that! Another. brief 1 she concluded pleadingly: John, let me go!” —ogeedly. ‘at do you mean to do?” “1 don't know, } haven't made up nd. Maybe fil kill you—if you rive me to tt." ‘The girl must have rustied toward the door, deaperately striving to get peat him, and just as certainiy he must have caught ber and hor steps. much ¢onfused in Van mind. There was a sound of the Inewnned Hate the girl ery out in an agita “On! You are burting mel” which was immediately followed by « mttfied shriek that chilled the biood in his veins Next instant he bad graybed the koob aud thrown oll ble welgit againat the door. It was unboited and erashed open with explonive violence His trrap- Hon promptly quieted Lhe disturbavee The inan—it was the candy complex joned man—etood with dropped jaw piaring blankly at the intruder the a he wtayod What followed wan pretty Vechten's hed prompte opportune 1, Wut leaning n holding her fof every ounee force par, Mer ae ot her my repo * of plemeed eur “ yr j travelled t tt white t rm) was 1d hese wicned book the Where 1 ne from? maried ¢ nualy heod that Van Ve hing lene paraipann Callie from leaping mpon Yau Vook ton and finisiing him out of hand. And perhaps, lov, there waa & qualiiy ie the young Maus veeriog that bad Vechten's hu ear, mado his way en, Lane At lust, dei wad pehored to the dias porter's dingy little.ofice, ‘Thetmporter, a nimble, dried-up lit- t tle man, was alone when fomething to do with it—his unflinch- we érve, the mitstery of hia look, thi Inevitable dominance of caste and breeding. With a little bow, Van at hare, you little td) who « tongue, backed noiselossly, step by ame until swirl, '¥ to de-~ im, dignified I think you ‘ 1 can hold Man—at least until you make Once you oe in the street, you know, you are safe.” Salty: rhwhed; ‘not at him, but at the gir. Simultaneously Van Veoh- ten plunged headlong forward, inter- posing his ehter body between, Amid the stress and confusion of gpmions, me ieee —_- 10.08 the mont ridiéulous pranks, rune tite “erftical motient Van commit, att”. enn WHR Stated” seroum, altpbed the door It would not be pleasant to record rn) that room. There bere Bae herbie on @ baited rat trap into rihng desperately from a the date ofa waiting terrier, nor In ape five minutes Van Vechten suc- Callis from period in Do i «Waa reduced from a cor- whieh Dewan: ua ran vine vig gentleman to an ject | an no more than tattered, bloody semblance of humanity—and then he teeth to startling a sought the shadows, which sg larger and larger and more obsoure, then was irresistibly drawn back to” the shapeless blurred heap Of phe anes Hoking he one in & stealthity way. ’ Tom Finds, Employment. ‘T was, in an exceedingly de- fected frame of mind that “Tom Phinney, alone in Van six-cylinder to Mald- in search of Mr. Brownlow. or climbing many sthirs, mond ing- ‘Tom en- tered. He rose nimbly from his desk and grooted his caller with an ef- fusivencas that left the lattér tongue- tled. “Pray don’t tell me you can’t fing me a skipper, Mr. Phinney!" “for this ja my-last day of he.erted, grace; if I don’t get a skipper and mates for the Kohinur by 6 this evening, I staid ta towe’-—he raised bis hands jn @ de- spairing gesture—"I can't hear myself say it! bear to I can't bear to think of how much I shall lose— more than any m en up. ‘This Was all telligihle to Tom; but he. had ed in pulling himself togeth: on as he could wedge in a ried. to impre rebant ing Uimuelf for the open! at last Bro: upon more or lés8 unl ood, hon- money, just waiting te be picked succeed~ the 6: t he was offer- Wheo nlow comprehended, he suddenty checked himself and stared at Tom in ellent surprise; momodt hy Dut the fink discouragement but In a drow a long face, which ing touch to his caller's “You're not in earnest,” Brownlow yoloed his misgivings, solemi nly wag- Ging hip head, but nevertheloas malo- taining an interested scrutiny upon the young man, “Why looking for auch @ billet?” “Hecate 1 want the m the blunt response. “And word for it, Mr Hone" ould you be ey,” was take my Brownlow, U'm tn Varneat. If you doubt my qualifica- Tho other raised « allencing hand. “I know all about them,” erbaply he, Hrownlow reseated himself at hia devk, upon which he thoughtfully drummed with his Angers, every how and then directing sharp fiance at bin caller, Tom was Dowinoing to realize that the em- ployment cf « captain for the Kohinur, for some ovoult cause, was not to ba RO atmnply arranged as such matters gonoraily are; the preiimina ries Were Unuauel Bad-to bim—we- heveanary; © Was becoming pursed, for i w wan nendionnly endings with air of mye and this nade Dim reetive y 1 by Mrownlow drew « to Wreath and ones more goomily eho oon tuly #4, hy at tee, event 0h Ment el ag ' ‘ ’ ’ ¥ Cu orame a7) Wana ’ f f M 4 ’ yyureeit ny obitenticn Anens, 1 beDeve 1 mer truth tinary. inde ag the a 60 to far aa to 2 » fered 4 and its other N BLISS: TTT ET we are astoundingly extraordinary; and I must put you in ot po | facts os Lam at to im- part. “But"—he broke off abruptip—t need more than & captain; am pledged to seourd the services of a first and second officer ard a chief en gineer, The scampa who have heen ferving mo in thosd capacitios—cqte found ‘om— Oz6, pore miserable, gpitie- less creatures Whose proper ‘Walk in 'o Is between @ pair of plodgh han- dies instead of upon the deck of @ sea- woing craft. They are @ of cow- mated, I've had the devil's own time trying to-find men. for the bifletl, and : , somewhere, the Ox i'm ja.” | 2 “But what is it you it to tell me?! Tom ipatendy tried toipin tim down, “If the thing depends much "we haven't any time I've @ motor below, and J'm -paptty sure I can get the men.” oan Aw os the way of it. to barter the Kohinur nite period. Ordinarily. 1 "t listen to such a ba | fH cane me & sum money took my breath away, and—shem!— to be frank with’ you, 1 the money more than you get me? to me to fing ti toned—rest of but the enterprise Understand? Secret! And there you are.” “A-hal”. interjected feteher,, Was wee cow tagintieg bee abt. ‘well-—tt thing’s not o ed.” “Crooked!" shouted — Brownlow, aghast at the very “Young man. do you “think I Ponta tend myself to anything crooked?” Tom did mit himself, and te othér with much warmth: “As I enterprise is secret; I am ig- norant of ite nature; bat coshioes me. Mr. Phinney—it t@ indorsed by a name that would astonish you were Est erty to mention it. point it was that name enced me to acce Tom was “If that’s all We haven't then?” Es FM CHAPTER XII. ° The Voice in the Dark:: - T HE importer also arose, and ‘ “You are perfectly #atis- fed with the conditions?” he queried. hot without a note of anxiety. © “Why not? I have your word for it that the enterprise is honest; a» for the other part of jt, why, the ex- erecy and all that sort of thing, it only makes @ fellow & bit more keen, , don't you know.” “You are confident you can fill the difieta?” Pick pr I know the veez apaee who wil jump ata o where they would tam dows Ne dinary offer, You didn’t know wi to look, Mr. Brownlow.” i The old gentleman breathed of relief, “I suppose not,” he ted. “I never before had to dea! with @ matter like this, Youskuow Where the Claremont is?" Tom nodded. He had often enough to have its charac! a it~ uy well stamped upon bis memery. Brownlow continued: “The Kobinur jp at anchor in the Hudson, just off the Claremont land- fig. Her bunkers are full; most of hae opnion are on board, a take it upon myself to list this afternoon, I'll there. There are some - atructions Shas Ti must give you Sherterse. party ce that he could find to com- plete the Kohinur's gument not Seeenen 3; he ia E--y 4 very men wasted, was mee one o' veaning thege ta . As being he firat eecured the engineer, and by & o'clock had found Phil Mercer, young man he was forced, dlmout’ erally, to That la to Mercer was dispoved to hang bask because of certain PR a 4 which had been the of luis expulsion frow Tom was obliged to pick bim bodily and de gh? bestde river's weat. Cox, the engineer, Lall- ing at ease io the tonneau, grinned cheerfully, “Maybe you don't want the Job er need the money,” papounces Tom, with decision, “but I do © Bret Ofticor—in & devil of & hurry too—and net gol be overpartioula, You're deetes that Tom"— Me yen, even while throwing in the luteh The eurtly We T know. Mut, beijeve me, Malt polo Ww ROL Fou walle « Kohinur with ime, Pipl lh the Jaw putes Soules ever bi up eal i he on COING AWAY POR THE SUMMEK? Remember The Eve- ning World prints each wee @ nove —g ompi week's reac ning World sent te