The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-08-04
MAGAZINE SECTION.


piled Shone, who was evidently not
going TO lose one jot of his triumph.
Il Swallowed him here just before din
ner. and finding the door ajar, pulled
1t to and shut him in
Captain Smithers fumbled with q
stout chain at his neck and produced
2 key from the inner regions of his
underclothing. With this, having set
the letter combination, he unlocked the
door and dragged it open. There, in
the dim interior, with his back to
pile of bullion cases, stood Phil Lam
caster, scowling defiance,
81 knaw the brute would have me"
he said. shooting at Shone a glance
that would have slain. Il didn't quite
see how, except that he carries many
guns for me. What are you going to
do with me, sir?"
CLAP you In irons, my lad. and take
You back to England" said the captain
sadly, for Lancaster had been one of
his favorite officers.
During the next few days the down.
fall of Phil Lancaster, though not eff
faced from my memory, was driven
into the background of my thoughts
by the official routine 1 had to un-
dergO in New York for taking over
my prisoner, Flash Taylor" This was
at last satisfactorily concluded in time
for us to take berths in the Petunia
on her return trip. and we boarded the
steamer at the Flower line dock in
North river ten minutes before she
cast off. 1 had purpOsely cut it fine
70 give my gentleman no chance of
making a dash for liberty.
Not till we were out in midriver
heading for Sandy Hook, was 1 able
to relax my vigilance after coming
to clear understanding with Mr..
Taylor. AS long as he behaved him
self he was free to come and go on
deck as he pleased till we touched at
queenstown, when / should have to ask
him TO retire to our cabin while the
steamer was in communication with
the shore. Thus my only risk of losing
him would be if he jumped overheard
curing the vOyage-a risk which, as a
student of human nature, I was fully
prepared to take. Flash Taylor was
the sort of rascal who, when out of
prison, enjoyed life far too thoroughly
to want to end it by suicide.
These preliminaries amicably settled
we were on the best of terms with
each other, and together we amused
Ourselves by taking stock of the other
passengers. They were, of course, a
different set from those on the outward
voyage. and / soon found that the
chief interest centered in that young
and popular peer. Lord Ravensbury,
who was taking home his American
bride, nee Miss Vanderbilt Waldorf
the daughter of the multi-milIionaire
The young couple had engaged what
was known as 1.-THE honeymoon suite"
and their appearance or otherwise in
The saloon for meals was being freely
canvassed by the lOupgers in our vi
entity on the promenade deck.
Il am in a position TO inform YOU.
ladies' and gentlemen. that his lordship
and the countess will certainly take
their places at table The obstacle
that might have prevented it has been
happily removed" said a well remem-
bered voice.
oh, tell us! Do tell u.s." came the
chorus from every one within earshot
RadfOrG ShOne. his clerical attire
abandoned in favor of a suit of gray
tweed, and with Mr.. Samuel Martin at
IT'S elbow, stood forth and, nothing
ioath, took up his parable
1t was a little matter of Lady
Ravensbury's million dollar tiara, her
fathers wedding present." he an
nounced, sententiOusly. They were
reluctant to deposit it in the bullion
room on account of certain robberies
therefrom on previous voyages But
they have now consented to intrust This
priceless treasure to the ships strong
hold, since the captain was able to
assure them that it would be as safe
there as in the vaults of the Old LADY
OF Threadneedle street. l am a modest
man, and cannot tell you why"
L can. though" Mr.. Samuel Martin
hlurted out, blushing furiously. This
Is the celebrated Mr. Bedford Shone.
the greatest detective of the age. He
Tl.a
enc or the ships officers. who is down
below somewhere, going home in irons. -
a buzz of admiration went up. in the
midst of which Shone took Martins
arm roughly and walked him off. as
though annoyed by his admiration.
A soft chuck1e at my side caused me
10 turn to Flash Taylor" Nv pris-
oners dissipated face was convuIsed
with strange spasms
Mouth watering over that tiara?" I
chaffed him
No, it wasn't that. I'm no cracks
man, and it wouldn't be much of a
game with you aboard. Mr.. Royds. "
Taylor replied affably-for he was a
genial rogue who bore me no malice.
Il was just thinking what funny fools
there are in the world. When I've
done my little bit of time I'm blessed
If don't set up as an expert investi-
gator. Set a thief to catch a THIEF
don't you know
There seemed to be a cryptic mean
ing in this utterance. which l was too
wary TO try to extract on the spur of
the moment. The more so as the bonn
bastically devised elf-advertisement
of Shone had sent my thoughts back
10 that other captive who was making
the voyage home under such infinitely
harder conditions than my stOicaI pro-
fessional friend. I could picture to my
self the dull misery of the young sailor.
eating his heart out in the bowels of
the ship that was bearing him to JUS
tice.
Yet. would it be justice if he was
called on TO explain his unauthorized
presence in the bullion room? He had
put forward no defense. nor uttered a
word of explanation, preserving a sui
len silence in face of Shone's triumph-
ant accusat ton and the captains ac-
ceptance of the same. He had seemed
TO acquiescs in the situation. as though
the fact of his being found I'm the bull
lion room was proof of guilty intent;
and in a way il was so, for il was a
strict rule of the ship that except in
the case Of fire or wreck neither he nor
the captain should enter till the end of
the voyage, and then only in the pres
ence of the other. Yet for all that. it