Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-09-23
CHAPTER ~.
Figuero Makes a Discovery.


you don't mean to say" gasped
Peter.
Il do. And the less notice we attract
during the next five minutes the better l
shall be pleased. Bear away to the noar-
est yacht and let me apologize for being
late"
So, II there were eyes on board the.
Sans Souci that paid heed to aught save
the coming of an august visitor, they
would have seen nothing more remark
able than small boat visiting at least
two vessels in seemingly unsuccessful
quest of one among the hundreds of
yachts In the roadstead.
Following devious route. the dinghy
reached the cutter from the port side.
Warden secured pair of night binocu-
lars seated himself on the hatch and
mounted guard over the Sans Souci The
cruisers launch was still alongside. and
the time passed slowly until the two Off
GERS descended the gangway and were
borne swiftly in tie direction of the Royal
Yacht Club landing slip. They had been
on board three-quarters of an hour.
There was now so little movement afloat
heard until it was quite near the privat.
pier. Finally it was dominated by the
strains of the castle band beginning the
evening program with the "Boulanger
March," and Warden smiled as he thought
how singularly inappropriate the lively
tentate hurrying shOreward
The band broke of abruptly; after
brief pause it struck up again.
The king. Cord bless 'im!' said Peter.
Loyalty.
mo. That is not for the king. They
are playing Hell dir i'm Sieger krantz.'
said Warden. still peering at the Sans
Souci.
well. it's the fust time I've ever heerd
Cord Save the King called that" ex-
postulated the pilot.
Same tune different words"
Peter shifted in his scorn.
They'll be sayin' the Old Hundredth
is Dutch hornpipe next" he growled.
The Prussan national hymn might have
acted as tocsin to Mr.. Baumgartner. for
a light was hoisted forthwith over the
poop of the Sans Souci, and Warden dis
cerned the tall forms of the three West
man who manipulated rope and pulley.
Ffguero was not visible at first. Warden
began to be annoyed. Could it be pos
sible that such a social outcast could be
left in Evelyn Danes company? Develop
ments soon relieved the tension. A launch
puffed up and took away the visitors.
Figuero being the last to step on board.
The noisy little vessel was succeeded by
TWO DOats nlled with sailors and servants.
Within few minutes the yachts off,
GERS arrived the deck saloons were bril-
liantly Illuminated. and the Sans Souci
became a jeweled palace like unto the
host of her congeners in the Solent
BY this time Peter was as interested
as his employer in the comings and go
ings of their neighbors.
There's more in that than meets the
eye. Mr. Warden he said, rolling some
tobacco between his palms preparatory to
filling his pipe.
Yet a good deal has met our eyes to-
night" was the quiet answer
Peter worked his great hands methodi-
caly. He was NOT man of many words,
and when he expressed an opinion 1t was
the outcome of calm elaboration
Tell me who them niggers an the
other party wos. an I'll do some fair
guessin," he said. Rum thing, too
that such a gazebO as that murderous-
lookin' swab on the calabash should cross
our course just when it did Were did it
come from-that's wot l want to know
Has there bin an earthquake? II looks
count for anythink. it might have risen
straight up from"
Peter, broke in Warden, II hope
Chris is In bed?'
The pilot laughed.
."Time We wos, too. sir May ak were
his black nibs Is stowed?"