The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-04-19
CHAPTER XXI.
Jimmy RedlXius.


felt over-much inclined to draw long
breath and rest on their oars after
their anxiety and recent excitement.
Agatha's manager was able to supply
a powerful antidote. He was restless
ness incarnate.
lie was combining a belated summer
holiday with what he considered to be
good business, seeing" not only his
prima donna secluded at lion, but 9th
er important people all the way from
Portland to Halifax When he heard
that the man who ran of with his rae.
ing car was also responsible for the
mysterious departure OF Miss Red
mond, his excitement was great.
You mean to say that you we're
picked up and drugged in broad day
light in New York;" he demanded of
Agatha.
Practically that"
And you escaped"
1.-The yacht foundered."
And that scamp walked right into
your hands and you let him go?'
Agatha forced rueful smile. II con.
fess I'm not much used to catching
criminals
Mr.. Straker paused, lacking words
to express his outraged spirit
Il don't mean you, OF course. This
whole outfit here-what are they do
ing? Think they're put on in a walk
ing part, eh? Don't they know enough
to go In out of the rain?" Getting nc
reply to lis tuning, he came down
from his high horse. curiosity impel
ling "What'd he kidnap you for-ran
som?"
NO IL seems that he mistook me
for Miss Reynier-the lady out there
on the lawn talking with Mr.. Var
Camp"
Mr.. Straker bent his intent gaze
out of the window.
II don't see any resemblance al
all" His crusty manner implied that
Agatha, or somebody, was to blame
for all the coil Of trouble. and should
be made to pay for It.
Even was puzzled" smiled Aga
thu. II thought she was some one ]
knew"
"Nonsense! growled Mr.. Straker
Anybody with two eyes could see the
difference. She's older. and heavier
What did the scoundrel want with
herr"
81 don't know. She's a princess OF
something"
e. fro I'm Chn lot 4, a
cried. Lord, why didn't you tell
me?"
I'm trying to-"
"Advertising!" he shouted joyfully
"Jimminy Christmas! Well make II
up-all this time lost. Princess who
Where from? / guess you do look
like her. after ALL see it all now
headlines! Strange confusion oil
identity! Which is the princess?
It'll draw crowds-thousands."
Agatha escaped. leaving Mr.. Straker
to collect from others the details oil
his advertising story. which he did
with surprising speed and accuracy
BY the next morning he had pumped
Sallie, Doctor Thayer and Aleck Var
Camp, and had extracted the promise
OF an interview from Miss Reyniel
herself.
The only really unsatisfactory sub
ject OF investigation was Mr.. Hand
whom Straker watched for day OF
two with growing suspicion. Strakei
had sputtered, good-naturally enough
over the accident" to his racing-car
and had taken 1t for granted, in rather
high.handed manner. that Mr.. HAND
was to make repairs. His manner to
ward the chauffeur was not pleasant
being a combination OF the patron and
the bully. 1t was exactly the sort OF
manner to preclpitate civil war
though diplomacy might serve to GOV
err the breach for time.
But the racing.car, ANONYMOUSLY
lowed home by Miss Reynier's white
machine, stood undisturbed In one OF
the open carriage sheds by the church
Eluded by Hand for the space OF
twenty-four hours, and finding that
the injury to tho car was beyond hia
own mechanical skill to repair. Mr.
straker sent peremptory word u
Charlesport and to the Hillside for the