The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-07-31

AS general thing Jeanne Fielding knew
what she was about
Philip Cayley took the dart and threw
IL far out into the water.
There was one more surprise in store
for the two Fanshaws. When Cayley.
without glance toward either of them,
accommodation ladder. the girl accom-
panied him and. side by side with him,
descended the little stairway. at whose
foot the dinghy waited -. ,,ot reso-
lutlon OF yours, are you, to nbandon us
all for the second time-all humankind, i
mean? This later accusation against you
was easily dsproved
''Disproved?'' he question. THAT beau
tifSl faith of yours can't be called proof.
II meant just what l said-disproved.
Thev shah admit II when / go back on
deck. Won't you-wont you give us q
chance to dsbeieve the old atory. too2'
II can never explain that now he
said; "can never lay that phantom never
II am sorry" she said holding out her
hand TO him; II wish you'd give us
This time he took the hand, bowed
over II and pressed It lightly to his lips.
Then, without any other farewell than
that, he dropped down to the dinghy and
wings
When she returned to the deck she
found that Mr.. Fanshaw had gone around
to the other side of it to see the sky
man take to the air.
But Tom sat, rigid, where he was. For
the first time that she could remember.
he was regarding her with open anger.
81 knew" ne said. "that you never liked
Hunter. though l 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 JUS
tce than you showed just now"
She flushed a little; My sense OF JUS
morning, Tom" she answered quietly.
Then she unslung her binoculars again
and, turning her back upon him, gazed
out shoreward.
party" she remarked as II by way OF
discontinutng the quarrel. IL there are
ten or twelve men living there. in hid
Ing from us, waiting 10 do unprovoked
murder, when they can with lmpu-
nifty"
$50 you believed that part of the story,
too. did you?" Tom interrupted.
She did not answer his question at all;
but turned her attention Shoreward
again,
A moment later she closed her binocu-
lars with snap, and walked around
to the other side OF the deck, where
rail. was looking out across the ice-floe-
well" he asked brislily, as she came
UP and laid an affectionate arm across
his shoulder, II suppose you've been
telling Tom why you did it-why you
made Cayley throw that dart away, |
mean. but you'll have TO tell me, too.
I can't figure 1t out. You had something
in mind, I'm sure
az haven't been telling Tom" she
said. He doesn't seem in a very rea-
sonable mood this morning, But l did
have something in mind. l was proving
that Mr.. Cayley couldn't possibly be the
man who had committed the murder"
Il suspected 1t was that he said.
Its the stick that proves it, really, =
she said "You remember how puzzled
you were because the end Of it which
you held it by wouldn't fit your hand
| i discovered why that was when you
sent me In 10 get it short while ago.
It's a left-handed stick. 1t fits the palm
of your left hand perfectly. You'l find
that that is so when you try 1t. And
Mr.. Cayley is right -handed."
| The old man nodded rather dubiously.
| "Cayley may be ambideXteroUg, for any
thing you know he objected.
| She had her rejolnder ready. But this
stick, Uncle Jerry. dear, was made for
a man who couldn't throw with his right
hand. and Mr.. Cayley can. He did II
perfectly easy. and without suspecting
al all why ! wanted him to. Don't you
see? Isn't II clear?"
IT'S quite clear that the brains of this
yours" he said. Eyes, think you're
right" Then, after pause, he added
with an enigmatical look at her. Don't
| be too hard on Tom, my dear, because
you see, the circumstances are hard
enough on him already"
She made little gesture OF impatence
They're not half as hard on him as they
are on Mr. Cayley."
"oh, ! don't know" the old gentle;
should say that Cayley was playing ir
luck"