The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1911-05-11

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ly. there are some stories Of your sub
sequent career which l remember a..
together too we'll"
The girl did not need the sudden
look Of incAndescent anger she saw In
Philip Csyley's face to turn the sud
den tide Of her sympathy toward him.
1t vas not for this old wrong Of his
that they had summoned him. a. 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 o6enss
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 . little
better.
From behind Toms chair she could
see how heavily this blow he dealt
bad told. For one instant Philip Cay.
ley's sensitive face had shown . look
of unspeakable pain. Then 1t stifIen.
ed into . mere mask-icy: disdainful.
1t was . moment before he spoke.
When he did. 1t was to her. II don't
know why this gentleman presumes to
keep his seat," he said. IF 1t IL a. .
precaution against = blow. perhaps. he
need not let bis 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. Il
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: will you tell me. sir" 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. 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 q faint, satir-
ical 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 1t
rather dimcult to do. At last, how
ever. he appeared to fnd 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 least-in.
clined to think she had been dream
ing 1t without knowing It, To con-
vince me that you were real and not
4 vision. she showed me q 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. 1t happens
that I've had good deal of exper
fence among those people. and that
know how deadly an implement it is"
He made q little pause there. and
then looked up suddenly into Cayley's
face. And l imagine" he continued
very slowly. that you know that a.
well as l do"
Cayley made no answer At all. but
II Mr.. Fanshaw hoped to hnd with
those shrewd eyes Of his, any look
Of guilt or CONSERVATION In tho 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
1t up and held it out toward his IA
ther, 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. Cayley's belt last
night?"
When she had departed on the er-
rand. he spoke to Cayley: You will
observe that the butt Of this dart Is
not notched. as 1t would have to be II
1t were shot from bow"
He did not look at Cayley's face as
he spoke. but at his hands. Could it
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
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
AZ she watched the accused man fit
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