The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1910-07-01

you meet her? Was she not Hackley's
wife," eagerly interposed Hartley. "Or
was there a Hackleye, or did you play
a dual part as well as live dual life"
mo, there's a Hackleye," said Har-
court Il kill Cerisse? Nonsense. If
I'd been killing it's the other one I'd
killed"
And since you weren't killing, but
drugging," scored DR.. FothergilL you
kept her brain and will controlled with
your deadly dosings!"
"So?" snarled Harcourt. Fine n.y.
pothesis you've got there. You're a.
mess of baIly idiots anyhow, you and
your old American police / didn't kill
Cerisse Wayne, l tell you, and don't
know thing about that girl. Why
don't you let me out of here?"
All trace of the English gentleman
had fed from Harcourt He was a
type of the brute debased. Prison life
takes the brute out of some men. It
had injected it anew into Harcourt.
"Good-by, Narcisse," he called, gruf-
fly, I'm not going to talk any more"
and he turned his back upon the Wis
itors and skulked over to the farther
corner of the cell.
And talk any more he didn't. Hart
ley turned in a report of the CONVEX
sation with Harcourt's wife to the SER
geant, and the sergeant gave it to the
papers, and then they took Harcourt
and put him in the sweat box, and kept
him there for three days. And when
he came out they knew as much as
when he went in.
Mrs. Harcourt went back to the hos
pital She quit chatting and laugh
ing with the nurses as she had grown
to do, and sat for hours silently by
the window, ostensibly busted with
some embroidery, but in reality think
ing, thinking. as if to find some lost
pathway that would lead her to the
clue she sought.
Day after day she sat and embroid-
cred absently in so deep a study that
she could with difficulty be reused.
Even Hartley was powerless to break
through this abstraction and he grew
despairing. But shrewd old Or. Foth-
ergill. after watching her narrowly for
while, bade them let her alone.
"She will stumble yet upon the lost
Alif." commented the doctor. sagely.
CHAPTER XIII.
Three days journey in the yacht
brought the strange cortege to little
cluster of native villages The river
was no longer navigable and they stop
ped to fit the yacht with queer runners
q nd hov 70 %~{r NF IL
The party was transferred to camel
back, and made slow progress over the
desert to navigable water. Tired as
they all had been Of the yacht, the
camel travel had become more intol-
cradle still. and even City Editor Bur-
ton welcomed the roll of the water
again.
LIE Malheureux had changed his
mind, and instead of going to Khar-
toum, at Hackleye's solicitation, they
took to the ocean for Cairo. It was
easier travelling on the yacht. and less
dangerous than in any other way Be-
sides LIE Malheureux did not wish to
leave his electrical toy behind him. be-
cause there was no suitable place IN
which to lodge it. Further, he had de-
clared his intention of returning to
America, and had offered to pilot john
ny Johnson and the Morrises back 20
their own country, an offer only too
speedily accepted. BY now there was
no distrust of any of their odd COM
panions in the heart of the three
Americans. Even Hackleye, the tacit-
ly accused murderer of his wife, filed
certain claim upon their sympathias.
he was so bowed down by the weight
of woe. His children seemed to be
outgrowing their temporary dislike f
him, and a truce with them was al
ready well under way.
Hes grieving himself to death over
that wife of his said Johnny. IT'S a
shame what an upset a woman can
| make if she's beautiful and unprinci
Pied"
Larry had made LIE Malheureux
promise him that once they were well
out at sea he would permit the send
| ag of wireless to the press associa-
| ton stating that Betty had been found
and they they all were safely return
ing.
mo use. you know" he explained, s'in
saving all the news till we get back.
| No reason why they should suffer from
Indigestion or the presses from over
feeding, you know"
So when the sea was touch q week
later, this message went flashing into
New York:
Betty Lancey found. ALI well. Com
ing home. Larry Morris and she were
married month ago. Hamley Hack
leye with us. Johnson"
| Larry and Johnny had argued 1t all
out between them that since Larry
had carried on the bride. the glory was
coming Johnny's way, so It was his
name that was signed to the message.
Two continents thrilled at these
words and one Harold Harcourt in his
cell burst into tears.
| ..At last" he repeated to himself
AT last!"
| But his hoped for release did not
come at once. He was told he would
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