Evening star., 1907-09-01

claimed to have proofs that you are an i'm
postor and wanted to show them to me-"
And you?"
Il told him the thing was too silly to talk
about"
Then what?" .
He said he would yet convince me that
he is right and that 1 am wrong. L told
him to drop 1t. And l have revoked his
power of attorney"
Good" 1 cried He didn't acknowledge,
of course. that he has been swinding your"
Here are the kilograms l received in
answer to those I sent"
She took them from the pocket of the
gray travelling cloak she had worn ashore.
Il wired a New York lawyer and he ad-
vised me to consult some one here, which
I did And it was the lawyer here who
drew for me the revocation of the power
of attorney. So you have been busy,
and that accounts for our long stay
ashore
And then Lane came down to the wharf
with you?"
Yes. He urged that his intention was to
act In my interest because he believed /
was being deceived by you. And then, as
we were alone. he and his attorney accom-
panied US down to the launch.
kind of him, I'm sure," l sneered
He tried to be gentlemanly about what
he had DONE" she urged.
And you think he will drop it now; will
call off Jepson and go back to New York?'
She hesltated.
Il hope so. Yes, I think he will"
II will fight him to the finish!" cried
I felt confused. NY fingers ached to
take him by the throat. Yet l could not
shake off the unnerving conviction that no
matter how great a villain he was l was a
greater STILL and 1 began to wonder how
the whole thing would end His influence
over Mrs. Randolph was stronger than l
liked Nor could 1 understand the silence
of my New York detective. If Lane had
bribed him to drop the work l had as
signed him was placed at a decided dis
advantage.
The kilograms she gave me I had glanced
over as we talked, and had seen that to
me they were unimportant.
Miss Hansborough appeared in the cabin
doorway, with Jack Benson looking over
her shoulder.
May we come in, o plotters?' she asked
Her cheeks were flushed and there was a
shining light in her brown eyes. She was
still wrapped in her dove-colored coat. 1t
swung open she came in. revealing its
lining of shining silk of light blue. Benson
looked both crushed and warlike as he fol-
lowed her in. He seemed still ready to
fight Jepson. but the nut-brown maid had
evidently rebuked him for something.
II hear you have been trying to get US
an into jail" she said. speaking to me.
Alkali Ike you had killed some one?''
They were the aggressors," was my
reply. Il warned them"
What will you do If they come in the
tug from Portsmouth"
They'll have a jolly time getting
aboard" said Benson, with bulldog grim
ness.
Wen not be here when the tug comes
If 1t does come" said Mrs. Randolph. I'VE
shall put to sea as soon as Jerome has
taken some messages ashore. Jack, will
you tell the captain that Jerome is to go
ashore at once and to have a boat ready?'
She went to the tiny writing desk, scrib-
bled message, and came back with a
blank sheet and pencil for me-
Here Is paper for your message to
Rand" she said. Margaret summon Je-
rome"
She had assumed the guidance of affairs
and l was made to feel suddenly that ali
along she had merely permitted me to
imagine that l was the ruling spirit
(To be Continued Tomorrow