Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-15
Copyright. 1909. 1910.
By the Success Company

Indians use to throw darts and harpoons
with. 1t happens that I've had good
and that I know how deadly an imple-
ment 1t is"
He made a little pause there and then
looked up suddenly into Cayiey's face.
And l imagine he continued. very slow
ly. that you know that as we'll as do. !"
Mr.. Fanshaw hoped to find, with those
| shrewd eyes of his, any look Of guilt or
CONSERVATION in the pale face that con-
fronted him. he was disappointed:
Suddenly he turned to his son. Where
is that thing that Donovan brought
aboard with him just now?'' he asked.
The blood-stained dart lay on the deck
beside Toms chair. He picked it up and
elder man. with a gesture. indicated to
Cayley that he was to take it in his
hand; then. Jeanne. my DEAR" he asked.
will you fetch out from the cabin the
stick sa't which n, dropped from Mr. cayieys
When she had departed on the errand
he spoke to Cayley. You will observe
that the butt of this dart is not notched,
as it would have to be II 1t were shot
from g. bow"
He did not look at Cayley's face as he
spoke, but at his hands. Could 1t be pos
! sible. he wondered. that those hands
could hold the thing with that sinister
| brown stain upon 1.-THE stain of Perry
| were steady enough, though, SO far as he
could see.
When Jeanne came out with the stick
he handed that to Cayley also. You will
groove In this stick were evidently made
| for each other. Mr.. Cayley."
The pupils of Jeanne's eyes dilated as
| she watched the accused man fit them
his hand. as if trying to discover how it
| could be put to so deadly use as Mr..
Fanshaw had indicated. He seemed pre-
| occupied by nothing more than a purely
intellectual curiosity.
His GOODNESS seemed to anger Mr.. Fan
| shaw. as it had formerly angered his son.
For a moment this sudden anger of his
rendered him almost inarticulate. Then:
I'VE don't want demonstration"
| came like the explosion of quick-fire
gun. And you have no need for trying
experiments. You knew how nicely that
dart would fit in the groove that was cut
for it. You know. altogether too well,
what the stain is that discolors it. You
| only surprised that it was ever found at
ALT and the body of the man 1t slew. "
Everything you say is perfectly true, -
said Cayley, very quietly: - am sur
ever recovered. I'm a little surprised.
also. that you should think, because this
stick fell from my belt last night, and
! this dart. which you found transfixing a
INdn tHTOdt tnlS MORNING"
Tom Fanshaw Interrupted him. His
eyes were blazing with excitement. 1T
was not from us that you learned that
that dart transfixed the murdered man s
throat he cried
II knew it. nevertheless, said Cayley.
in that quiet voice, not looking toward
the man he answered, but still keeping
his eyes on old Mr.. Fanshaw. And also
little surprised" he went on. as il he
had not been interrupted. that you
Sho,1ld fhink heCorrSo this Stick a th1a
dart fit together, that l am, necessarily,
a murderer
"You have admitted 1t now. at all
events" Mr.. Fanshaw replied. His voice
purpose steadied it. II suppose that is
because, upon this 'no-man's- land.' you
are outside the pale Of law and statute
beyond the jurisdiction Of any court. l
tell you this: l think we would be JUST
fed in giving you trial and hanging
you from that yard there. We will not
do it. We will not even take you back
to the states to, prison. You may live
outlaw here and enjoy. undisturbed. your
freedom such as 1t is. and your thoughts
and your conscience such as they must
be. But If ever you try to return to the
| world of men
I Cayiey interrupted the threat before it
was spoken: II have no wish to return
to the world of men," he said. II wish
the world were empty of men. as this
part Of it is, or as 1 thought it was. l
abandoned mankind once before. but yes
terday when 1 saw men here 1 felt a
stirring Of the blood-the call of what
was in my own veins Last night. when
I took to the air again, after the hour 1
had spent on that ice foe yonder. I
thought 1 wanted to come back to my
own kind; wanted, in spite of the past.
to be one of them again. Perhaps it is
well that l should be rid Of that delusion
so quickly. 1 am rid Of it. and 1 am rid
of you--bloody. sodden. stupid, blind.
yet. with all my horror Of you. my
disdain of you, 1 should not expect one
Of you to do murder. without some sort
OF motive. some paltry hope of gain.
upon 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
you 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 him! Why try
to make us believe that Perry Hunter
was a stranger to yOu?"
CTo be continued tomorrow