The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-08-08
masked by a neatly v11amed ano
pointed beard and mustache.

INC LAC ever seen lne man before; vel
there was this and that about him
which struck a spark of "Reminiscences
from his memory. A suspicion flashed
through his mind which he put aside
with disdain, as absurd and far-fetch-
ed. On the other hand. He
knit his brows in puzzlement.
The very flxity Of his regard drew
the eyes of Its object upwards. They
encountered O'Rourke's, fingered brief.
ly In an unveiled, inquiring stare in
which there was not to be detected
the least hint of recognition, and
passed onward casually, indifferently
ignoring the impertinence.
The tenders passengers began to
stumble up the gang-plank to lower
deck OF the liner; and O'Rourke, with
sober face, went below, taking some
care to avoid contact with the incom.
ing crowd.
He found Danny was in his state.
room, engaged with some details of
repair to the adventurer's wardrobe.
O'Rourke remained for brief space
standing in the middle of the cabin,
visibly abstracted Then abruptly
some whimsical consideration seemed
to resolve his dubiety-as lightning
will clear sultry, brooding air; smile
deepened the corners of his mouth,
the flicker in his eye merged magically
I into twinkle, the shrug of his broad
shoulders conveyed an impression of
| casting care to the winds.
Danny, lad," he remarked reflect
lively, throwing himself ungracefully
upon the cushioned transom opposite
to his berth. Danny, We wouldn't lie
to me, would We now?"
AW-w!" reproved Danny. "Shure,
yer honor knows ut isn't in me at ALL"
And to himself; "Phat the divvle
now"
Then tell me, Danny, truthfully;
did We ever see a ghost?"
"Aw-w!"-seeing cause to take the
query as a joke.
"A ghost that had grown beard
since 1t had become ghost, Danny?
"Aw-aw-w!"-still willing to be
amused If himself chose to be face
tious.
Because" continued ORourke with
slight frown, II have, and that not
five minutes since"
"Aw?"
"Wance l left man for dead, Dan
ny, with clean sword-thrust through
the body of hin-a misbegotten black
guard he was; but killed him in fair
fight, sword to sword, and no ia
vor. And this bright and
beautiful morning, 10 and behold We!
who should come tripping up the gang
plank but his ghost, as lively as We
please, and with neat new beard!"
"Aw-w?"-incredulou
O'Rourke frowned impatiently. "Des
Trebes," he explained.
"Aw-"
Stop 1t, We parrot! Stop it, / say.
Have We no word in the dark lexicon
Of your ignorance other than 'Aw-aw'?
Get up, ye omadhaun, and take me re-
spects to the purser and ask him
please will he show We the passen-
ger-list"
The valet left with circumspect ala
Gritty.
Alone, O'Rourke rose and turned |
thoughtfully to a revolver that made |
conspicuous black spot on the white |
counterpart of the berth, with nerv.
Gus, strong fingers Numbering the
weapon and taking account of the
brass dials of the cartridges that
nestled snug in it's x-chambered |
cylinder. The machine was in perfect |
condition; O'Rourke snapped the |
breech shut and thrust it in his pock- |
ct. Then he sat down to think, sub |
consciously aware from noises with
out that the tender had swung off and
the anchor was being tripped
Could the resemblance be acciden-
tai? 1t seemed hardly possible The
Des Trebes he had known had been
type distinct, so clear and aloof from
the general Frenchman that not even
the addition Of a beard to his physiog-
nomy could have proven a thorough
disguise. And it seemed reasonable
enough to assume that, Mrs Prynne
having failed in her undertaking, Des
Trebes would resume his office as ac-
tive head of their conspiracy. II it |
were indeed he whom O'Rourke had |
just seen there was every chance i'm. |
aginable that the final chapter in the |
history of the Irishman's connection
with the Pool of Flame would prove
an eventful one.
Maybe not" admitted O'Rourke. |
maybe | deceive meself. BIT I'm |
persuaded III do we'll to keep both me
eyes open until the day I'm rid of the
damned thing"
At this juncture Danny's knock took
him to the door. "Mongsere Raoul de
Hyeres," announced the valet breath.
lessly: otis thot the purser says his
name is, yer honour"
YES" assented O'Rourke dubious.
ly. But perhaps the purser's mista:
en-misinformed
(TO BE CONTINUED.)