The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-03-05


tone was positive. Unless my charts
are wrong But this--well. IL spells
at-l4ast one phase OF my theory
Theory" exclaimed the liveryman.
his pale eyes alight. YOU got a
theeryo But thought YOU didn't
know anything about the body. till
told YOU. Just now
on. my ruined theory has refer
once 10 the currents, sighed the
other. III has nothing TO do with
dead men. as such.
Neither has this" was the prompt
response. delivered with a jerk Of the
thumb toward the dark object
No? What is II then, II not dead
MAI ?"
A dead woman"
oh. All the same. II shouldn't
have come in on this section OF the
beach at all j.
Tibet amt half the strangeness of
e. the way il washed in. Lonesome
Cove has had some queer folks drift
home 10 il, but nothing as queer as
this. Come and see for yourself
still frowning. Professor Kent suf-
fered himself 10 be led 10 the spot.
Two or three of the group, as II part
ed before him, greeted him. He
found himself looking down on
corpse clad in dark silk dress and
stretched on wooden grating. 70
which it was dashed with a small rope.
Everything about the body indicated
wealth. The dress was extensively
made. The shoes were OF the best
type. and the stockings were SILK.
The head was marred by a frightful
bruise which had crushed in the right
side and extended around behind the
ear. Blood had clotted thickly in the
short close-curled hair, The left size
was unmarked. The eyes were
closed and the mouth WAS slightly
open, showing CLINT or gold amid
very white and regular teeth An
expression OF deadly terror distorted
the face Professor Kent bent closely
over il.
That's strange: very strange" he
murmured 1t should be peaceful.
But look at the hand" cried
Jarvis.
Here, indeed, was the astounding
feature of the tragedy; the aspect
that brought Kent 10 his knees, the
more closely TO observe. The body lay
twisted slightly 10 the right, with the
left arm extended The left wrist was
enclosed in q light rusted handcu6 TO
which a chain was fastened. At the
end OF the chain was the companion
cufr. shattered, evidently by q power
ful blow, and half buried in the sand.
AS. Kent leaned over the corpse, fat,
powerful. grizzled man with metal
badge on his shirt-front pushed for
ward
"Them's cact-iron cuffs he an
rounced That kind amt been used
these forty years.
What kind OF a ship 'ud be car
ryin' EN- nowadays" asked some one
in the crowd.
- An what kind OF a seaman'd be
putting OF 'em on a ladys wrists"
growled a formidable voice, which
Kent. looking up, perceived to have
come from amid growth Of heavy
white whiskers. sprouting from a
weatherfurrowed face.
"Seafaring man, aren't you?" In
quired Kent.
NO more Fifty year Of It, man
an boy. has put me in harbor."
That's Sailor Smith, explained
Jarvis. who had assumed the duties of
a self-appointed cicerone. Not much
about the sea and its ways. good or
bad. that he don't know"
True for you," confirmed several
voices.
Then, Mr.. Smith. will you take a
look at those lashings and tell me
whether in your opinion they are the
work OF sailor?" asked Kent.
The old hands fumbled expertly.
The old face puckered. Judgment
came forth presently.
The knots Is we'll enough. The
lashin's a passable job. What gifts me
is the rope"
We'll. what's wrong with the
rope?''
'Nothin In pertic'ler. Only, don't
know what just that style Of rope
would be dom on shipboard, unless
i was TO hang the old mans wash
on."
Suppose We lift this grating" Kent
suggested
At this the man with the badge In.
.erposed. Say, who's runnin' thia
hing, anyhow? I'm sheriff here, an