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| eliminating facts against Cayley, but
he never would speak.
LAS for Cayley himself, he made no
defense whatever. He denied he did
1t, and that was all. There wasn't
any real corroborative evidence
against him, SO the colrt-martial dis
missed the Ease as not proved. But
he wouldn't testify himself, nor have
a single witness called in his behalf,
and he resigned from the service then
and there, and disappeared. so far as
l know, from the world. heard he
had a ranch down somewhere in New
Mexico, near Sandoval, l think the
place was
His father saw a quick tightening in
the girls horror-stricken eyes at the
sound of the anne which evidently,
in some way, helped c~orroborate the
story to her, but he did not question
her about 1t.
There was a silence after that,
while the three out there on the Au-
rora's deck looked blankly into each
others faces
The silence was broken at last, by
none Of them, but by a hail from the
shore. Alloy. Aurora!" cried lhe
voice.
Mr.. Fanshaw answered with a wave
Of his arm. That's Donovan" he
said to the others; then, Yes; what
is it?" he cried.
"Will you send a dinghy for me.
p~lease?"
The boat was dispatched at once,
and while they waited, Mr.. Fanshaw
borrowed Jeanne's f~1eld-glasses for a
look at the man who had hailed them.
He's in a hurry said the old gentle
a He looks II he had news OF
n sort or another" They all had
felt 1t in the mere timber OF his voice
something urgent; something omin-
ous
It seemed an interminable while be-
fore the returning boat came along
side the foot of the accommodation
ladder. When the newcomer appear
ed at the head of 1t. his face had
plainly written on 1t the story of
some tragedy.
What is it," Jeanne asked, not
very steadily. ooh, please don't try to
break 1t to me! Tell me. just as you
w NhO OtuCAo.
IT'S nothing concerning you. miss,
not especially. l mean; nothing to do
with your father" Then he turned to
Mr.. Fanshaw. Il found MI. Hunter,
sir"
"Dead?" The tone In which Dono-
van had spoken made the question
hardly necessary.
Eyes. sir. His body is lodged deep
down In n of the ice assures in the
glacier. l could see 1t perfectly,
though / couldn't get down to it."
Tom Fanshaw covered his face with
his hands for a moment. Then he
looked up inc asked, steadily: H
slipped. ] suppose?"
At the same moment his father
asked: do you think we shall be
able to recover the body?"
Donovan answered this question
first.
I'VE can try, sir. though I've not
much hope Of our succeeding"
Then. after a moments hesitation,
he turned to the son.
mo, sir. he didn't fall; at least 1t
wasn't the fall that killed him. I
found this in a cleft in the ice near
by. 1t must have been driven clean
through his throat, sir"
He held out, in a shaking hand, a
long, slim ivory dart. sharp almost as
steel could be, and stained brown
with blood. "He was murdered. sir"
Donovan concluded simply.
"Give me the dart" the old gentle
mar demanded. AS he examined 1t,
his fine old face hardened. "Do you
see?" he asked, holding 1t out to his
son. There is no notch in the end
for a bow-string, but 1t will lie very
truly in the groove Of that throwing
stick that Jeanne brought aboard the
yacht this morning"
Then ne turned to the girl. I'm
afraid your visitor last night was no
vision, my dear, after ALL"
But the girl was looking and point
ing skyward.