Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-08-30
CHAPTER XVI.
The Officer From New York.


Quinby. when he came to me for further
instructions.
york Harbor 1t is" he answered, land
a pleasant place. I've been there number
of times
Obeying my orders, he kept the yacht
we'll out at sea, to avoid being spoken by
passing vessels, and went on toward York
Harbor. My inclinations made me wish to
port, until cur supply of coal was nearly
gone. but was anxious to get in tele-
graphic communication with Asbury Rand,
whom pictured an industriously digging
up for me the evidence with which I
should overwhefm and crush Courtney
Lane.
On this point ! grew 30 anxious that I
had the captain put in at Bryant's Cove,
on the Massachusetts, coast, and sent a
boat ashore with an urgent telegram. Mrs.
Randolph sent a message to Lane, which
she showed me, telling him II he had taken
any such steps against me as thought he
must desist at once.
Jack Benson was at first very anxious
to be put ashore here, but think he must
have had further talk with Miss Hans
borough or Mrs. Randolph, for after some
half-suppressed Tuning he merely sent an
explanatory message to his captain. l was
too engrossed in my own affairs to give
much heed to this at the time.
AS for Mrs Randolph and her sister, they
had apparently come to some mutual I'M
derstanding about me, for when / urged
York Harbor instead Of Newport neither
offered the slightest objection. They really
seemed for my benefit I felt sure) to pre-
fer York Harbor just then to any other
place on earth.
So the Idler (now deserving Its name)
idled along. I wanted to give Asbury Rand
time not only to get my telegram, but to
@n h4 bod nIA DIV Non
them. The orders I had sent him were
peremptorya chief Of them was an instruc
ton to arrest Courtney Lane at once, II he
had secured or could secure a scintilla of
evidence against him.
Voyaging lazily on lazy summer seas Is
about the most delightful mode of existence.
imaginable, If one can have ease of mind.
The skies were blue the seas blue, and the
eyes of my love were as blue as the seas or
the sky. In spite of depressing anxiety,
love sailed with US. The clouds became
Heecy and the winds slept. The Idler was
almost like "a painted ship upon painted
ocean,
The sun was descending in red cloud
banks we steamed slowly through the
narrow channel into the little bay at York
Harbor and cast anchor before the town.
We floated the pennant Of the New York
Yacht Club.
Hardly was the anchor down when a
boat put out from the wharf and came
bobbing toward US. Jerome touched my
elbow.
There's that New York officer sir"
His voice thrilled with the tremendous
import Of his discovery He was right; 1t
was the New York officer. We crowded to
the rail- watching the boat as 1t came
dancing toward US across the sparkling
waves. Mrs Randolph was in blue linen,
Miss marlborough in the white dress that
SO became her.
Turning my back on the little company
by the rail ran below and into my state
7 I
brought from the house on 9Th avenue. 1t
had been Julian Randolph's. had appro-
priated it. and the cartridges I found with
1t, for an emergency, as had appropriated
all his other belongings.
The boat was almost alongside when 1
regained the deck and again stood with
Mrs. Randolph and her companions. All
were looking downainto the boat. -
The man In the stern-sheets- stood UP
now. He was middle-aged mustached, Sc
overlooking, and he wore suit Of coarse
plaids. A big watch chain cabled his
waistcoat. and I saw the shine Of a seal
ring as he put up his hand to lift his derby
hat b..
rs this yacht the Idler7' he asked; a
superfuous question. for the name was
visible on the starboard bow. which he had
passed. and he must have seen 1t.
ut is" said Benson, staring an inquiry.
Then, will you be kind enough to tell
me IL Mr.: Julian Randolph is on board?'
HE is not" / responded, with a prompt
ing.
II mean q man answering to the name of
Julian Randolph, he amended. and began
to feel in an inside pocket of his plaid coat.
What Is 1t you wish Of him." Mrs Ran
dolph asked.
l could see that both Benson and the
captain were startled, and that even the
nut-brown maid had lost her customary
sang-frod. IL
The man stopped his pocket fumbhng and
looked Mrs. Randolph straight In the face,
for the moment ignoring the rest of US.
The boat was humping against the yacht.
and one of the boatmen had put up an oar
to push it off.
II have evidence, madam was the re-
spectful answer, with another touch of his
derby hat, that the man who has been
posing as Julian Randolph, and by many
is believed to be Julian Randolph, is on
this yacht. l don't want to make trouble.
My name is Jepson, l am police officer
from New York, and have instructions to
arrest and hold this man for examination.
l am acting in conjunction with the police
officers here"
He waved his hand toward a man who
sat in the boat.
AS no one answered mmediately-through
amazement on the part of Mrs. Randolph
and her sister, Benson and the captain
Jepson went on explaining:
1T was thought your yacht would put In
at Newport. but she was sighted farther
north and wireless was sent; 1t was be-
heved she was coming here. Then l re-
ceived my Instructions"
He brought his written authority out with
a jerk The boatman had given a sudden
push against the side of the yacht with his
oar to keep the humping boat off, and Jep-
son came near going into the water He
righted himself and stood up, red-faced
and threatening.
1T he is on board it is my duty to arrest
him"
He is not on board" said Mrs. Ran
dolph quietly.
tepson's red face looked indignant dis
belief.
Are you quite sure Of that, madam"
he asked sharply. He was on her when
she lsailed from New York and YOU have
stopped nowhere but at Bryant Cove,
where the boat took only messages ashore
He is bound to be on this yacht unless he
jumped overheard"
I'VE threw him over, Just of Highland
light" said Benson with reckless lightness
of manner.
Jepson's red face grew redder. His derby,
his mustache. even that suit of plaid. bris-
tied indignation.
"Come!" he cried mo foolishness. This
amt no joke. I'm commanded to get this
man and l want him." He looked straight
at me- II think that is the man right
there"
Miss Hansborough leaned persuasively
over the rail. She was cool again, and the
only one there who was.
IF we tell you that the man you are
looking for isn't on the Idler and hasn't