Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-12-16

dinghy and wee rowsd back 70 tho
dos-Aaek % his wings.
When che returned 70 the deck she
found that Mr.. Fanshaw had gone
around to the other side Of II to sec
the sky-man tako to the air.
But Tom sat, rigid. where he was.
For the drst time that she could re-
member. he was regarding her with
OPEN anger. II knew" he said. that
you never liked Hunter. though never
could see why you should dislike him;
and It didn't take two minutes to see
that this man Cayley. with his wings
and his romance. had fascinated you.
But in spite of that. thought you had
better sense of Justice than you
showed just now"
She flushed little. my sense OF
Justice seems to be better than yours
this morning. Tom" she answered
quietly. Then she unslung her bin.
oculars again and, turning her back
upon him. saEed out shoreward.
Il am getting worried about our
shore party" she remarked. as II by
way Of disseminating the quarrel. III
there are ten or twelve men living
there, In hiding from us, willing to do
unprovoked murder. when they can
with impunity--"
80 you believed that part Of the
story. too. did you?" Tom interrupted
She did not answer his question at
all, but turned her attention shore
ward again.
A moment later she closed her bin
oculars with a snap. and walked
around to the other side Of the deck.
where MIR. Fanshaw. leaning his g.
bows on the rail. was looking out
across the iceaoe.
Well" he asked briskly. as she
came up and laid an affectionate arm
across his shoulder. II suppose you've
boon telling Tom why you did it-why
you made Cayley throw that dart
away. mean but you'll have to tell
me, too. | can't figure 1t out. You
had something In mind, I'm sure"
II haven't been telling Tom she
said. IKE doesn't seem in q very
reasonable mood this morning. But
did have something In mind was
proving that Mr. Cay,ey couldn't pos
sibly be tbs man who had committed
the murder"
Il suspected 1t was that" he said.
It's tho stick that proves it really"
she said. You remember how puz-
:led you were because the end OF 1t
which you hold IT by wouldn't fit you.
hand? l discovered why that W
wren you sent ne IN to ~, 1t a shoyi
1T 49, y
fits the palm Of your left hand per-
fectly. You'll find that that is so
when you tsy 1t. And Mr. Cayley is
r!ght-hauded."
The old man nodded rather dub
ously. "Csy'ey may be an,h;dextroue
for anything you know" he ohjec;ea
Sho had her rejoinGsr ready: BIT
this stick. Uncle Jerry. dear. W.
made for man who couldn't thro@
with his right hand. and Mr.. Gayle
can. He DID 1t perfectly easily. an
without suspecting at all why wal;
ed him to. Don't you see? Isn't i.
clear?"
IT'S quite clear that the brains o.
this expedition are in that pretty
head Of yours" he said. Yes. I
think you're right" Then. after a
pause. he added. with an enigmatical
look at her: Don't be too hard on
Tom. my dear. because you see the
circumstances are bard enough or
hin already"
She made . little gesture Of i'm.
patience. They're not half as hare
on him as they are on Mt Cayiey."
"Oh. don't know" the old gent
man answered. Take It by an
large. I should say that Cayley was
playing in luck"
(To BE Continued.)