The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-07-18
Copyright. By ". G. Chapman-)
NARRATIVE OF
CAPTAIN ADAMS
Detective Diplomat %

He was travelling under the name Of
Reich. So little did he expect that
he would be followed that, beyond
the change Of name, he had not taken
any trouble to disguise himself, where
az I had shaved OF my mustache and
assumed a wig OF hair different from
my own by at least two shades. | was
content the frst couple Of days to dis
cover the location of his cabin. / was
delighted to discover that he occupied
a staterocm alone. He had no serv-
ant; all was propitious, and 1t was
only necessary to enter and take what
I needed.
My plan, In brief. was this. The
cabin which Stapfhaus occupied. un-
der the name Of Reich. was not very
far distant from that which l had en-
gagged under an assumed name. At
midnight | woula arm myself, put on
my stewards coat. and boldly enter
cowing Stapfhaus with my revolver.
When had found it-and I did not
doubt that 1t would be about his per-
son or under his uilow-or. II 1t
should unhappily be necessary, when
l had taken his life. would run with
all haste to my cabin. doff the stew
ards coat, throw 1t through the port
hole, and assume the role of the
wealthy gentleman whom the agonies
Of sea sickness had hitherto prevent
ed from leaving his cabin. The plan
was perfect and could hardly fail me.
At midnight on the third night
put my plan into execution. 1t was
my turn off duty. The lights were
low; the passengers, not yet accli-
matted, were all in bed, except a small
group in the smoking room. Wearing
my stewards coat l went noiselessly
to the door Of my enemy's room. 1t
was not closed, being fastened by the
interior hook that permits about two
inches Of space for the purpose of ad-
hitting air. l listened stealthily
outside. There was no sound from
within-not even the sound of breath
ing. Very cautiously thrust my hand
within the aperture and pulled out the
hook. The door swung open with the
lurch of the ship. A light was burn
Ing inside. Still there was no sound.
l looked in; the cabin was empty!
Yet, only 20 minutes before l had
seen him, dressed in his pajamas and
dressing gown, returning to his room
from the bath. Had he dressed and
gone up to the smoking room? There
seemed no other solution of the mys-
terry. But | had no time for specula-
ton. In an instant / had securely
locked the door from within and was
down upon my knees, delving into his
cabin trunk. his grips, pulling apart
the bedclothes, rummaging under the
mattress. beneath the carpet, every
where that l thought the ingenuity of
man could have devised as a hiding
place for the treaty which meant so
much to both Of US. 1 searched the
pockets Of his clothes, the lining of
his shoes-1 even tore apart the
stitches of his garments in my futile
efforts. And when, Is minutes later,
l arose, bitterly disappointed, | had
at least the consolation of knowing
that the treaty could not be in his
cabin. The only solution then must
be that it was about his person. He
must carry it upon his body, day and
night
My first plan then was to lie In wait
/ for him upon his return. But what If
he should discover me? There was no
place within the cabin to hide, except
| under the bed, and that afforded only
the most cramped quarters. Besides,
should he stoop to his trunk, he must
discover me. And them could never
rearrange his clothes. I must escape
at once, and leave him to think that a
| thief had been In his cabin. Would
he suspect my presence? Somehow I
, must waylaw him and get what I
sought-perhaps next night In the
dark OF the deck. I opened the door
and hurried down the corridor toward
my room. AS I went I noticed that
the air had grown uncommonly cold.
as though 1cebergs were in the vicin-
ity. which, at that period Of the early
summer, was a thing to be prepared
1
der an increasing gale. I turned the
corner. saw my room before me, and
just as was about to enter, the door
! opened, and out stepped Stapfhaus!
He smiled at me In an evil way
when he saw me. My hand went tc
my pocket, but the German was the
speedier. In an instant I was looking
into the muzzle Of an automatic pistol
My hands dropped to my sides. When
one Is helpless and at the mercy oil
another. there is nothing to be gained
by a show of bravado. And Stapfhaus
was not reputed to be slow with his
weapon.
He motioned me into my cabin, ant
went In first. Stapfhaus following. II
the mirror In front of me could sex
that his aim never wavered. To m,
establishment the place had been ran