The Raymer enterprise., 1912-08-08

friends were In abundance. / men.
toned his brother. Marcus Gerry.
He said the name over slowly after
me, Marcus Gerry" Then his lips
set evenly along his fine, sensitive
mouth. But only for moment. He
gave me swift glance and began to
laugh.
"My brother Is all right. you know;
but he Is commercial factor. His
financial sense Is sound. A rotten
ship is rotten ship. The captain OF
1t cannot matter a two-pence. Let
him step down and of, and the hull
90 to Davy Jones. Pension the cap.
tain perhaps. but cut loose from the
derelict. That's Marcus Gerry. That's
the sane view"
We were down town now. The car.
riage was turning Into Fifth avenue.
The young man touched the drivers
button.
This is your club, Mr. Parks. l be-
lieye," he said. Il am obliged by your
kindness. Won't you let me give you
the gewgaws?"
by no means" ! answered. getting
out OF the cab. please do me the
courtesy to forget our game Of
bridge"
He laughed pleasantly. "Oh. shall
forget It. thank you. Seafaring folk at
Bremen say the cable ought always
to read. Der Kapitan ging init seinem
Schiffe unter.'" Then he spoke to
the driver and closed the carriage
door.
went into the club and got a pony
Of brandy. cigar and chair by the
fire. was greatly sorry for young
Gerry. He was an exceedingly pleas
ant fellow. Still. could do nothing.
had thought the matter over fully.
| | could, OF course. bring him to Ran.
dolph Mason. but OF what use was
that? There was no balance OF in.
justice to be squared up here. A reck.
less young spendthrift. come to the
end OF his tether. was all. Mason
would have that fact out in twinkle.
and close the door In his face. 1t was
out OF the question to fool him. He
would pick man like a yulture at 4
bone till be got TO the marrow. |
threw the cigar into the fire. Any.
way. Marcus Gerry would doubtless
pension the captain OF the rotten ship.
At the worst. he would probably be
better on than the most Of us. Then
recalled the German sentence.
Heinrich" said to the club stew.
ard, what is Der Kapitan ging nit
seinem Schliie unter?"
Der Captain vent down NIT his
ship" replied the man.
A great light came TO me. went
over to the table and write on my
card. Come TO Randolph Mason to.
morrow at eleven. The old Field
mansion OF Broadway. below Wall
street" Then sent Il TO his address
by messenger. That would at least
gain time: and perhaps the boy would
give up the idea Of suicide. Then |
took another pony OF brandy and
walked to my lodgings.
was little late in arriving on
Broadway the morning after the game
OF bridge. As stopped to open the
old iron gate to Randolph Masons
house. Winfield Gerry came across
from Wall street and joined me. He
looked well.groomed and wholesome
We entered the house and crossed
the wide hall to the old.tIme drawing
room. now used for an office. As
threw back the mahogany door. | OBJ
served Randolph Mason leaning over
| the table In the middle OF the room
He Strengthened up. cast steady
searching glance at young Gerry that
ran swiftly over him to his feet. then
turned abruptly and walked into the
adjoining room. closing the folding
doors behind him.
We entered and young Gerry took q
chair by the window. WAS that Ran
dolph Mason" he said.
answered that It was.
| Until saw his face" he continued
Il could have sworn that It was Lie
bach, the greatest surgeon In Europe
He has Llebach's hands. too. But tho
resemblance vanished when he looked
up. This mans lean, slnewy, pro
truding Jaw Is almost menace. lie
Is not as gray as Liebach, either: and
besides that, Liebach has. once In q
while, something gentle In his face
II they do call him the Wolf In Mu'
mich. This mans face looks metallic
as though It might ring II you struck
IT,"
] laughed. tossed him the morning
paper. and begged him to excuse me
while ! ran over the morning mail.
was scarcely seated before Pietro ap'
pearcd. saying that Mr.. Mason wished
TO see me. arose and went into the
adjoining room.
Randolph Mason sat at his table,
his elbow on the writing.pad and his
chin propped In the hollow OF his
hand. Before him was a square sheet
from his memoranda files. He began
to yolley questions In a voice that
snapped like the click OF u gun.barrel
into Its block.
"ls Wilder acqultted?"