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with me-"
This 'ere's agin rules" said Raby
in a tone of angry menace.
She gave the man a vigorous push
backward.
WHO cares for rules? Stand
aside and let her pass-where's you>
manners, you gawk?"
But Raby leaped nimbly before the
two.
Halt" he said. with an oath.
mo strangers are lowed here. She's
going back in the boat that brought
her!"
"Is she?" demanded Vic. A side
eSance showed her that Jim had
pushed off from the pier. Then I
go with her, and you won't see my
face again in a hurry, for once out of
this dragons den I'll never set foot
in it more!"
Skipper Joe stood in sullen silence,
unable, it seemed, to frame a suitable
answer, and Vic, Selling her compan-
ions hand, scurried with her up the
rock-hewn road.
"Joe's been trying 10 court me a
good spell back" she said to Jacque-
line, her ireckled face full of mischie-
vous glee, land he had to think twice
when 1 said that-he wouldn't like
me to go away. I hate him like
pisin!"
"Lor," she cried, II quite forgot to
tell him to come for you tomorrow
want to git back to Watchhaven by
tomorrow, don't you?"
YES" answered J%acqueline, lone
interview with Philip Trevor ought to
decide everything"
We'll, Mr.. Trevor can send you to
the mainland in the sloop. This ISL
and amt easy to git to, nor yet to
leave, when once you're on it. Come
along, miss-when I told Joe, jest
now, that 1 was homesick for Dead
mans I lied-yonder house gives me
a nightmare jest to look at it."
The cold, gray structure, standing
| solitary above the ocean wastes, with
the rough rocks tumbled about it, did
seem to take on an aspect more and
more repellent the nearer Jacqueline
approached. AS she lifted her eyes
to its frowning front a face suddenly
appeared at the window of the sec
ond story-a woman's face framed
in masses of yellow hair, and wild
/ and white as if death had smitten 1t.
For a moment it stared down on tho
approaching figures, then vanished,
like a ghost at cock-row.
Jacqueline clutched Vic's hand.
"Who was that?" she said.
"Where-what?" answered Vic,
stupidity.
Surely you saw ia face at the
window. there. 1t was tragic-it was
dreadful"
You don't say! Maybe twas Mr..
Trevor's man, Peter. A bird can't
fly over the rocks that he amt watch
ing. Say, Miss Hatton, l must leave
you here. It won't do for me to go
to the front door-I'm the help. Jest
bang the knocker and tell your err
rand"
With these words Vic nimbly
turned a corner of the hermitage and
disappeared. Jacqueline had planned
to confront Trevor alone, yet Vic's
| sudden fight gave her a ~forlorn, for
| saken feeling. However, she reso-
| lutely mounted the steps and banged
the knocker, as her humble friend
had hidden her.
There was silence for a space, then
a bolt rasped. The door opened. Be-
fore stood a cross-eyed, smooth
! shaven man in decent black.
whats your will, miss" he de-
! manded.
II wish to see Mr.. Trevor" an
swered Jacqueline.
The crooked-eyed man moved stiff
ly back. Jacqueline stepped into a
| square hall. He opened a door on
her right hand and she passed
through.
What name?" he said.
Tell Philip Trevor that Miss JAG
queline Hatton has come a long way
to speak with him"
The door closed. J%acqueline
| looked around. The room in which
she found herself was large and lux
urious. Rich %draperies swathed the
windows. A great fire Of driftwood
burned on brass fre-dogs in the Chin
ney. In one corner stood a superb
couch, covered with priceless skins.
Oriental cabinets were there, costly
pictures and panels, carved mahog-
any, Turkish rugs and cushions.
Jacqueline's lips curled.
Perhaps my fathers money
bought these things" she said to her
self.
She waited. The walls of the house
seemed to be of uncommon thickness.
She heard not a sound of life any
where. Only the surf doomed on
! some %neighboring ledge, and the sea
fowl screamed in the distance. A
half hour went by, then the man with
the crooked eyes again appeared at
the door.
mr.. Trevor has been taken sud-
denly ill.," he announced, che cannot
see you to-day, miss. Is it yonr
pleasure to stay till he RECEIVERS, or to
! so away"
She had half expected some sub
terfuge of this kind. She promptly
answered, Il will stay
Very well, miss. ! will send one
OF the servants to show you a room
He vanished a second time. Pres