Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1911-07-14

1y, there are some stories Of your sub
sequent career which l remember 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.
1t was not for this old wrong Of his
that they had summoned him, as to
bar of justice, to the Aurora's deck,
but to meet the accusation of the muir
der Of Perry Hunter. Whether he
was guilty OF that murder, or not, this
raklng up of an old, improved offense
was a piece OF unnecessary brutality.
She could not understand how kind
hearted old Tom could have done such
a thing. Thinking 1t over afterward,
she was able to understand a little
better.
From behind Toms chair she could
see how heavily this blow he dealt
had told. For one instant Philip Cay
ley's sensitive face had shown a look
Of unspeakable pain. Then II stiffen-
ed into a mere mask-icy; disdainful
1t was a moment before he spoke
When he did. It was to her. 81 don't
know why this gentleman presumes to
keep his seat" he said. "If. II is as a
precaution against blow, perhaps, he
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. "I
suppose" he continued. that since
last night you also have heard the
story which this gentleman protests
he remembers so much too well?'
YES" she said.
At that, he turned to old Mr.. Fan
shaw: win you tell me, sir" he
asked, for what purpose l was In
vited to come aboard this yacht?-
Tom spoke before his father could
answer-spoke with short, ugly
laugh. you weren't invited. You
were, as the police say. wanted"
BE quiet, Toni" his father COM
manded. That's not the way to talk
to anybody"
Cayley's lips framed a faint, satir-
ica smile; and again he bowed SLOW
ly. But he said nothing, and stood,
waiting for the old gentleman to
go on.
This Mr.. Fanshaw seemed to find IL
rather difficult to do. At last, how
ever. he appeared to find the words
he wanted. when Miss Fielding gave
us an account, this morning, of the
strange visitor she had received last
night, we were-I was, at Ieast-in-
clined to think she had been dream
ing it without knowing it To con-
vince me that you were real and not
a vision, she showed me a material
and highly interesting souvenir of
your call. 1t was an Eskimo throwing
stick, Mr.. Cayley, such as the Alaskan
and Siberian Indians use to throw
darts and harpoons with. It happens
that I've had good deal OF exper.
tence among those people, and that
know how deadly an implement it is. 1t
He made a little pause there, and
then looked up suddenly into Cayley's
face. And l imagine" he continued
very slowly. that you know that as
well as do"
Cayley made no answer at all, bu,
II Mr.. Fanshaw hoped to find with
those shrewd eyes Of his, any looh
of guilt or CONSERVATION in the pale
face that confronted him, he was dis
appointed.
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 pickec
It up and held 1t out toward his ia
ther, but the elder man. with ges
ture, indicated to Cayley that he wai
to take 1t in his hand; then: Jeanne
my dear" he asked, will you fetct
out from the cabin the stick which
dropped from Mr.. Cayley's belt las
night?"
When she had departed on the er
rand, he spoke to Cayley: you viii
observe that the butt of this dart il
not notched, as it would have to be Il
1t were shot from bow"
He did not look at Cayley's face al
he spoke. but at his hands. Could Il
be possible, he wondered. that those
hands could hold the thing with tha
sinister brown stain upon 1.-THE stair
of Perry Hunters blood-withou
trembling? They 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 notice." he said. that tha
dart and the groove in this stick were
evidently made for each other. Mr
Cayley."
The pupils Of Jeanne's eyes dilatet
as she watched the accused man II
them together, and then balance th'
stick In his hand. as II trying to dis
cover how 1t could be put to so dead
ly a use as Mr.. Fanshaw had tndi
Gated. He seemed preoccupied b,
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