Mrs. Grundy. (Tracy City, Tenn.) 1903-1930, 1911-06-08

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together too well"
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 a
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 piece Of unnecessary brutality.
She could not understand how kind
hearted old Tom could have done such
thing. Thinking 1t over afterward,
she was able to understand q 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 look
OF unspeakable pain. Then It stiffen-
ed into a mere mask--icy; disdainful.
1t was moment before he spoke.
When he did, II was to her, 81 don't
know why this gentleman presumes to
keep his seat" he said. 'If It is as n
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. 4
suppose" he continued. that since
last night you also have heard the
story which this gentleman protests
he remembers 30 much too well2'
Yes" she said,
AT that, he turned to old Mr.. Fan
shaw: "Will you tell me, cir" he
asked, "for what purpose 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. AZ the police say, wanted"
BE quiet Toni" his father com
manded. That's not the way to talk
Ito anybody"
Cayley's lips framed a faint, satir-
ical smile: and again he bowed slow
ly. But he said nothing, and stood.
waiting for the old gentleman to
60 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 II without knowing II To con-
vince me that you were real and not
vision, she showed me material
and highly interesting souvenir Of
your call. It was an Eskimo throwing
stick, Mr.. Cayley, such as the Alaskan
and Siberian Indians use TO throw
darts and harpoons with. 1t happens
that I've had a good deal of exper-
fence among those people. and that I
know how deadly an implement 1t is."
He made a little pause there, and
then looked up suddenly into Cayley's
face. And imagine" he continued
very slowly, "that you know that az
well as / do"
Cayley made no answer at all, but
II Mr.. Fanshaw hoped to find with
those shrewd eyes Of his, any look
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 picked
It up and held 1t out toward his ia
Their, but the elder man. with a ges-
ture, indicated to Cayley that he was
to take 1t in his hand; then: Jeanne.
my dear" he asked, will you fetch
out from the cabin the stick which
dropped from Mr.. Csyley's belt last
night?"
When she had departed on the err
rand, he spoke to Cayley: You will
observe that the butt Of this dart 10
not notched, as 1t would have to be IL
1t were shot from bow"
He did not look at Cayley's face as
he spoke, but at his hands. Could 1t
be possible, he wondered, that those
hands could hold the thing with that
sinister brown stain upon 1.-THE stain
of Perry Hunters blood-without
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 that
dart and the 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 together, and then balance the
stick in his hand, as IL trying to dis
cover how 1t could be put to so dead
ly a use as Mr.. Fanshaw had indi-
Gated. He seemed preoccupied by
nothing more than a purely intel
lectual curiosity.
His GOODNESS seemed to anger Mr..
Fanshaw, as 1t had formerly angered