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

truder, and thinking with a quick heart
throb of lovely little Eve, asleep, perhaps,
in her cabin on the Lily Maid. But Sir
Peter strobe into the room, and began
turning over the scattered heap Of jew
elry with almost repulsive eagerness.
Presently he pushed it away from him
with sigh that was almost groan.
This zach. is like a rif1ed gravel" he
exclaimed. For heavens sake, let's get
out Of this scented room, and search
search till we get to the bottom of the
iuystery!''
The two men went up on deck, and
suddenly became conscious Of the pur-
poseless lurcilira Of the yacht, which they
had forgotten, down below, though she
had never ceased to stagger over the lit
tie waves like q drunken man in the
dark. The canvas still tapped dejectedly,
and whenever the yacht stumbled against
a wave the deck chairs slid backward and
forward with scraping sound that
tWanged upon Sir Peter Markham
strs:i nerves. It was his pride to
| have earned the reputation Of a stole;
and even his secretary had supposed him
one until tonight. Now he had had a
revelation as to what lay beneath the
hard surface of the millionaire's nature;
and seeing that for once the cold man was
not cold, neither master OF himself, he
ventured to take the lead. 49,.
| 4 ''We.re sure to find out something about
the yacht itself. anyhow, in the captain S
cabin he said. But if you don't mind
1 my suggesting, hadn't our first move bet
ter be to get the men from the boat on
board, and havo some one to free the
sails and steer? I suppose you mean to
have the Lily Maid take the yacht in tow
for. thu present, and 49,.
! l. Certainly, certainly" broke in Sir Pc
Ter with irritable Impotence. you've
kept your head; I don't know what's
wrong with mine, but my brains like
lt:lat wheel to-night-it needs sometone
Ito steer 1t. Strange If - weren't so.
Heaven knows!" The last words he mutt
!tered beneath his breadth; yet the
younger man heard, feeling as If he had
Ino right to hear. - .--
n The beat had kept as near to the
IdereNct as practicable. Dick signalled
with she ut, and ran to the wheel, keep
ling the vacht steady while the boat crept
under her 1ee-side. For a moment 81,
Peter stood still, his chin sunk, his hand,
behind his back, the line which knight
i rad E1vcr him trailing aimlessly on the
4 deck. Suddenly he reused himself, remem-
4 bering that there was something for hin
4 to do; but 1t was wrench to come back
A in an instant across chasm of years, anG
it took strength from his body and brain
1 Dick Knight, in his new role as leader
had suggested that. while he went to tn.
wheel, Sir Peter should give tho men .
q line to come on board. His late en-.
4 ployer had agreed mechanically, and ther
forgotten; but he was ready by the time
!. the boat was rocking under the yacht.
side.
Il Five minutes later all was changed
The derelict was derelict no more. He
canvas was coming down, like white gull.
feathers plucked by skilled hand; tn,
third officer had taken knights place a
the wheel
q The boat was in tow. q black, bobbini
!. spot In the foaming track Of the yacht
/ Something Of a skill which, as II by en-
chantment, had bound the two men whel
!, they were alone together on the stagger
ing derelict, was gone; but the myster.
remained, unbroken.
'T wish to heaven we had daylight!'
exclaimed Sir Peter, with fierce
impatient gesture, as II he would hav
torn the curtain Of night in two. 'Thi