Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-12-16
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Very WE'LL" 10 Baid. 'b.-'. unfortunate.
~. there are some stories Of your sub
sequent career which reme,1ter al.
together too we'll"
The girl did not need the sudden
look of incandescent anger she saw in
Philip Cayley's face to turn the sud.
den tide of her sympathy toward him.
It was not for this old wrong of his
that they had summoned him. as to a
bar of justice. to the Aurora'a deck,
but to meet the accusation Of the muir
der of Perry Hunter. Whether he
was guilty Of that murder. or not. this
raking up Of an old. improved cRense
was piece Of unnecessary brutality.
She could not understand how kind.
hearted old Tom could have done such
thing. Thinking 1t over afterward,
she was able to understand a littls
better.
From behind Toms chair she could
see how heavily this blow no dealt
had told. For ore instant Philip Cay
ley's sensitive face had shown q look
Of unspeakahle pain. Then 1t stiffen.
ed into . nero mask-icy; disdainful.
It was . moment before he spoke.
When he did. IL was to her. II don't
know why this gentleman presumes to
keep his seat" he said. III It 10 q q
precaution against blow. perhaps. be
need not let his prudence interfere
with his courtesy"
HE has just met with an accident"
she said quickly. "He can't stand
No. Tom: Sit STILL" and her hands
upon his shoulders enforced the com.
mand.
Cayley bowed ever SO slightly. II
suppose" he continued. that since
last night you also have heard the
story which this gentleman protests
he remembers 50 much too well?"
'Yes." she said
At that, he turned to old Mr.. Fan
shaw: win you tell mo. sir" he
asked. "for what purpose I was in
vited to como aboard this yacht?''
Tom spoke before his father could
answer-spoke with a short, ugly
laugh, you weren't invited. You
were, AZ the police say, wanted"
BE quiet, Toni" his father com.
manded. That's not the way to talk
TO anybody"
Cayleys lips framed a faint, satlr-
zeal smile: and again he bowed slow
~. But ho said nothing. and stood,
waiting for the old gentleman to
60 on.
This Mr.. Fanshaw seemed to ind Il
rxther dimcult to do. At last. how
ever he appeared to ind the words
he wanted. when Miss Fielding gave
Us an account, this morning. Of the
strange visitor she had received last
night, We were-1 was. &C least-in-
clinedsto think she had been dream
Ing It without knowing It. To con-
Waco me that you were real and not
. vision. she showed mo q material
and highly Interesting souvenir Of
your call. It was An Eskimo throwing
stick. Mr.. Cayley, such ~ the Alaskan
and Siberian Indians use to throw
darts and harpoons with. It happens
that I've had Q good deal Of exper-
ience among those people. ana that I
know how deadly an implement it Isl
He made little pause there, and
then looked up suddenly into Cayley's
face. And I imagine" he continued
very slowly, that you know that a.
we'll as do
Cayley made no answer at all, but
II Mr.. Fanshaw hoped to ind with
those shrewd eyes Of his, any look
OF guilt or CONSERVATION in the pale
face that confronted him, he was dis
appointed.
Suddenly. he turned to his son:
Where IL that thing that Donovan
brought aboard with him Just now?"
he asked.
Tho blood-stained dart lay on the
deck beside Toms chair. He picked
It mp and held It out toward his "a
ther. but the elder man. with a ges-
ture, indicated to Cayley that he was
70 take It In his hand; then: Jeanne.
my dear" he asked. will you fetch
out from tho cabin tho stick which
dropped from Mr.. Cayley's belt last
night7'
When she had departed on the er-
rand. he spoke to Cayley: You will
observe that the butt Of this dart is
not notched. - 1t would have to be IL
It were shot from . bow"
He did not look 1T Cayley's face a
he spoke. but at his hands. Could it
b possible. he wondered, that those
hands could hold the thing with that
sinister brown stain upon it-ths stain
Of Perry. Hunters blood-without
trembling? They were steady enough,
though. 20 far - he could see.
When Jeanne came out with the
stick. he handed that to Cayley also.
You win notice." he said. that that
dart ana the groove In this stick were
evidently made for each other. Mr..
Caylsy."
The pupils Of Jeenne's eyes dilated
- she watched the accused man at
them together. and then balance the
stick In his hand. - II trying 70 dis
covor how It could b put 70 20 dead.
" Q use ~ Mr.. Eanshaw had indi-
Gated. He seemed preoccupied BY
nothing more than . purely intel.
loctual curiosity.
His ooslasss seemed to anger Mr..
Fa1shaW. - Il had formerly angered