Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-07-30
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By Henry kitchelI Webster


there. We will not do ii. We
will not even take you back 10
the States to prison. You may live
outlaw here and enjoy, u~ndisturbed.
your freedom. such as It is, and your
thoughts and your conscience, such as
they must be. But If ever you try to
return to the world Of men,
Cayley interrupted the threat before
1t was spoken: It have no wish to re-
turn to the world of men," he said. II
wish the world were empty Of men, as
this part Of II is, or as / thought it was.
l abandoned mankind once before. but
yesterday when ! saw men here, l felt
a stirring of the blood-the call of what
was in my own veins. Last night when
l took TO the air again, after the hour /
had spent on the iee-fioe yonder, /
thought l wanted to come back to my
W kind; wanted, in spite of the past,
to be one of them again. Perhaps il is
well that l should be rid of that delu-
sion so quickly. l am rid of 1t. and I
am rid Of you-bloody, sodden. stupid,
blind.
Yet. with all my horror of you. my
disdain of o l should not expect one
of you to do murder, without some sort
Of motive, some paltry hope of gain, up
on the body of a stranger. 1t is OF that
that you accuse me-"
"A stranger" Tom Fanshaw echoed.
why, when you confess to SO much, do
O try to lie at the end? You can't
think we don't know that the man you
murdered was once your friend-or
thought he was, God help hfn1t Why
try to make us believe that Perry Hun
ter was a stranger to you o.
The girls wide eyes had never left
Cayley's face since the moment of her
return to the deck with the throwing
stick. Through it all-through Fan
shaw's hot accusation, and his own re-
ply-through those last words Of Toms,
it had never changed. There had been
contempt and anger in it. subdued by
an iron self-control; no other emotions
than those two. until the very end.
Until the mention of that name-"Perry
Hunter"
But at the sound of that name-just
then, the girl saw his face go bloodless.
not all at nce slowly. rather. And
then, after a little while, he uttered a
great sob; not of grief, but suca a sob
as both the Fanshaws had heard before,
when, in battle or skirmish, a soft
nosed bullet smashes its way through
some great, knotted nerve centre. His
hands went out in a convulsive gesture.
both the stick and the dart which he
held falling from them, the stick at the
girls feet, the dart at his own. Then,
leaning back against the RAN for sup
port. he covered his face with his
hands. At last, while they waited
silently, he drew himself up straight
and looked dazedly into her face.
Suddenly, to the amazement of the
other men, she crossed the deck to
where he stood. I'm perfectly sure,
for my part. that you didn't do it; that
you are not the murderer of Mr.. Hun
ter. Won't you shake hands?"
He made no move to take hers, and
though his eyes were turned upon her,
he seemed TO be looking through, rather
than al her. SO intense was his preoc-
cupation.
Seeing that this was so, she laid her
hand upon his forearm. You didn't
do it" she repeated, but you know
something about it, don't you? You
saw 1t done. from a long way off-saw
the murder. without knowing who its
victim WASP
81 might have saved him. he muir
INJURED brokenly, IF 1 had not hung
aloft there too long. just out of Curl
osity; if they had been men to me
instead of puppets. But when 1 guessed
what their intent was, guessed that 1t
was something sinister, it was lone
before 1 could interfere. l saw him
going backward over the brink of a
hssure in the ice, ~tugging at a DAT
that was In his throat. And when th,sv
had gone-his murderer
"They?" she cried. Was there more
than one?''
Yes" he said. there was a party.
There must have been ten or twelve at
least. When they had gone l few down
and picked up that stick. which one of
them had dropped. And to think !
might have saved himl"
Her hand still rested on his arm.
I'm glad you told me-" she said. She
felt the arm stiffen suddenly at the
sound of Tom Fanshaw's voice.
Jeanne, take your hand away! Can
you touch a man like thatg Can you
believe the lies" but there, with a
peremptory gesture. his father silenced
him.
But even he exclaimed at the girls
next action. for b stopped. picked up
the blood-stained dart which lay at
Philip Cayley's feet. and landed 1t 10
him. Throw it away. please she
said; overheard and as far as you
can.
Even before the other men cried out
at his doing the thing she had asked
him to he hesitated and looked at her
In some surprise.