The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-02-19
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they had filled out half an hour ago.
DO you think it is too early to put
the girls on the yacht YETI" whispers
Edwin
Yes, not dark enough, and Barnes
directs the coachman to take the mar
rover drive called the Mazargues and
go past the race course reaching the
Corniche road.
All the time the two horsemen jog
on behind them at a discreet distance.
The sea breeze fresnens, the night
deepens and they reach the Corniche
road that skirts the sea All other
equipages have left it, Here Barnes
changes their course and they return
in the direction of the city towards the
Roucas Blanc.
Their carriage soon stops near the
two small bays upon which are situ-
ated the lighthouses. At little land
ing place Barnes can just discern in
the mist of the water, which adds to
the gloom of the evening, boat with
two seamen.
To be certain, he halls and is an
swered by Emory's voice.
Its all right he whispers to the
ladies and springs out of the carriage.
The next moment Emory has run up
from the landing and is standing be-
side him. Emory whispers suspicious
ly to Barnes: You get the ladies into
the boat quick. told my men not to
come near you unless there was dan
ger | hear their steps coming down
III see what they want Barnes and
Edwin carefully escort their charges
through the gloom down the little
steps that lead to the boat. Their hand
satchels being placed beside them, a
carriage robe is carefully tucked by
Barnes about Miss Anstruther.
Performing like service for his
wife, Edwin seizes the tiller. seats
himself at the stern and remarks com
fortably: Now all's shipshape! AS
soon as your sleuth is on board Well
pull out to the yacht" Then he asks
one of the two oarsmen: Have you
the Seagull's bearings?"
Aye, aye. sir. She is lying off about
quarter of mile nigh due south of
here
"All right" says Edwin examining
pocket compass he produces. She
might have been difficult to find in the
darkness without her bearings She's
light up, of course?"
"A mast head anchor-glim, SIR" re-
plies the man
Suddenly Edwin whispers to Barnes:
We've boarders!" and springing up,
seizes boathook and pushes the cut
ter away from the dock Pull quick,
my men," he commands, for the voice
of the American detective rings out
in the night air: Look out for your
selves" and they hear the patter of
feet in the darkness running down the
walk mingled with couple OF foreign
oaths.
Next there is splash in the water
and Barnes says, coolly: Hold up for
a minute, Edwin and calls: is that
you. Emory
Yes, thank Cod" answers the de-
tective, who is swimming after them.
Very well, if anybody jumps over
after you, / think can catch him even
in the darkness" The Americans
pistol is in his hand.
Twenty seconds after they drag the
dripping sleuth into the cutter.
You have nothing to wait for now"
says Emory, splitting out some salt
water. Get me to the yacht where
can find dry clothes of some kind"
At this, Edwin orders the men to
give way, which the Scotch sailors do
with alacrity.
BY the blessing of God, you all had
mighty narrow escape" remarks
Emory, his voice quivering. Though
how the deuce the men who are after
potting you took the places of the ones
! hired to guard YOU is more than ]
can tell. When | heard the approach
ing steps, | reckoned there must be
danger. ! went straight to EN- and by
gum, they jumped me. Half a second
and was dead man
AT my cry of terror" continues
Emory, the dagger that was right
over my breast was stayed, and one
of them snarls: 'Diavolo, this isn't
the acclrsed murderer, Barnes of New
York Then they whispered some
words to me that don't care about
repeating before the ladies and one of
them held the knife over me and the
other sneaked down towards you, but
was too late You had already got the
girls into the boat, | reckon. He
came back They cursed me and let
me go. But when they saw | was
scooting down the wharf, they started
after me. SO | jumped into the water
and made the boat. They are cursing
themselves now, l guess, for letting
me get away to warn you
well, they'll hardly dare to follow
us on board the yacht smiles Barnes
for Edwin has hailed: Sagull. ahoy.
to some vessel looming up in the fog
| Aye, aye, comes the reply, and a
moment later the naval officer has laid
| the boat alongside of the yacht, from
| which a side ladder has been put over
This is Andrew Graham, the mate