The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-01-10

composed Of Greek letters, and opening it
to find the makers name, gave a loud,
inarticulate exclamat ton. -, .-..
Dick knight, whose gaze had been wan
dering questioningly about the cabin,
turned quickly to his late employer. The
expression On the elder mans face startled
him. Never before had he seen Sir Peter
Markham look as he looked now. .. s.. .-~
,:E"Why-why, what Isl lit, sir?" he ex
claimed.
"Good Heavens!' murmurmed the other,
half beneath his breath. He did not seem
to have heard knights question. and
something in the heavy face, grown
abruptly old and drawn, sent a creeping
thrill through the young mans veins.
Suddenly Sir Peter Markham had become
for him part Of the mystery which pressed
tangibly against him, like a hidden figure
wrapped in an impenetrable veil. Dick
did not repeat his question, and the two
stood in silence for a long moment. The
spell, which lay upon the yacht like en-
chantment, seemed to have fallen upon
them Also Sir Peter was staring with
wide, fixed eyes at something inside the
open watch, something which the raised
gold cover with its sparkling monogram
would have concealed from Knight If he
had wished to spy. He did not wish it,
even though his curiosity was excited al
most to breaking point. with a strange,
! mingling tingle of awe. He would not
continue to look at Sir Peter, lest he
| should appear to be vulgarly prying, and
| his eyes strayed again to: the dressing
table. . r. II: =
A gold cigarette case lay there, with
the same old monogram upon it, and there
| were a couple Of rings, such as a man
might wear. One was double-headed
serpent Of platinum, with black opal and
a black diamond; the other was a seal
ring Of red-veined bloodstone. Knight
| fo1$ iSti lad "a in1< lin
and examine the motto. My honor is my
life,' he read, In old French.
| Why did that motto seem familiar to
him? he wondered. Had he known some
family who owned It? It must be SO, of
course, though he could not remember.
recollection, as he saw the tiny, deep-cut
words, it was as If they had turnbled
i suddenly down from some long forgotten
4 niche in his brain.
4 The ring, or, rather, the motto, fasci-
mated him. For an instant he had for
gotten the mystery Of Sir Peter and the
hidden thing in the watch, and so tense
4 were his nerves that he started slightly
as the elder man spoke sharply and alb.
! ruptly: Gomez let US go on he said
making for the door. Dick followed, hay
ing laid the ring back in the place whence
4 he had taken it, and, in doing so, OBJ.
served that the watch had not been re,
turned. 5@.s s5s5
{ They went to the next cabin, and nov
Il Sir Peters mood had changed. He hal
/; been grave and deliberate, almost reverert
before; now he moved jerkily, with hardly
} controlled excitement.
: "a woman's rpom!'' Knight exclaimed
as they entered. ss1t zzs.El s.s II ses 8
} Yes returned Sir Peter, between sci
teeth.
!, It was Partisan interior in miniature
; The bed was shaped like a great white
t swan, with folded wings, the pale pink
!. filmy curtains suspended from the birds
! beak.5t The swalsfwere Of pink and silver
: brocade; on dlvan under the curtaine6
: portfolio lay an exquisite robe de chambre
!. Of lace and chiffon. The dressing table
) glittered with gold ornaments, turquois
| studded. Under the light which ALTERED
: through pink roses int wreath round the
: mirror, a quantity of diamond rings ant
! bangles flashed rlsinb bow rays.
81 Dick Knight q pd back feeling IN N