Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-07-12

CHAPTER XIX.

The Race.
rOR q wonder, the Gulf Of Lyons
was not boisterous. They had q
pleasant journey through the
night. and Daubeney assured then,
ttat his handsome yacht was doing
twelve knots an hour without being
pressed.
Next morning they reached the
Straits of Bonifacio, and here they
had to slacken speed somewhat. for
the navigation Of that rocky channel
wal difficult and dangerous. Far be-
hind them they could see d huge
stearner approaching. AS the morning
wore, this vessel came nearer, and
Daubeney, important now in his ca
pacity Of commander. announced that
she vas the p. and o. steamship
Ganges bound for Brindisi and the
East, via the Straits Of Messina.
"She left Marseilles at q late hour
last night" he said, "and will call at
Brinidsi for the Indian mails"
An idea suddenly struck Brett. do
you know how fast she is steaming7"
he inquired.
"Oh, about thirteen and q half knots
an hour. That is her best rate. The
p. and o. boats are not flyers. you
know"
And does she stop at Messina?"
Daubeney now caught the drift of
the barrister's questions.
IT don't think SO, but Macpherson,
my chief engineer. will probably tell
u.s.
Macpherson was produced. q bearded
and grizzled parsonage. hailing from
Dundee. Being a Scotchman he would
o commit himself.
I hav'na hear-rd O. the p. and o.
ships stoppin' at Messina," he an
nounced, "but aiblins they wad II they
got their price," and Mac" would not
commit himself any further.
Another hour passed and the Gnnges
was now almost alongside. Although
10th ships were well through the
Straits of Bonifacio. and the Ganges
should have followed a course a point
or two north OF that pursued by the
Blue-Beil, she appeared to be DESTROYS
to come close to them.
Suddenly the reason became appar-
emit. A line Of little flags fiuttered up
to her masthead.
"She is signaling u.s." cried Daube-
ney excitedly. Here you" he shout
ed to a sailor, bring Jones here at
cnce."
Jones was the yachts expert signaler.
He approached with a telescope and a
code under his arm. After a prolonged
gaze and a careful scrutiny Of the
code he announced:
This is how the message reads;
Turks on board. Stopping Messina.-
Winter"
For once the barrister was startled
out of his usual quiet self-possession.
Winter" he almost screamed. rs
he there?"
A hundred mad questions courssd
through his brain, but he realized that
to attempt a long explanation by sig
nails was not only out of the question,
but could not fail to attract the atten-
ton of passengers on board the Gan
ges. This he did not desire to do.
Quick as lightning. he decided hat by
some inexplicable means the Scotland
Yard detective had reached Marseilles
full of the knowledge that Dubois and
the diamonds were en- route t o Sicily,
and had also learnt that he. Brett, and
the others were On board the Blue Bell.
He had evidently taken the speediest
means Of reaching the island, and found
himslf on board the same ship as Gros
Jean and the Turks. Hence he had APP
preached the captain with the request
that the Blue Bell should be signaled.
What shall we answer2' saio
Daubeney, breaking in upon the barris-
ter's train OF thought.