Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-04-26

fy1n EN- nowadays ASKED someOHe
in the crowd.
An what kind of seaman'd be
putting of EN- on a lady's wrists?
growled a formidable voice, which
Kent, looking up, perceived to have
come from amid a growth of heavy
white whiskers. sprouting from a
weather-furrowed face.
"Seafaring man, aren't your" in
quired Kent.
mo 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 cicerones mot
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 a sailor?'' asked Kent.
The old hands fumbled expertly.
The old face puckered. Judgment
came forth presently.
"The knots is well enough The
me Is the rope
We'll, what's wrong with the
rope?a
"Nothin' in perticler. Only, I don t
know what just that style of rope
would be doin on shipboard. unless
it was to hang the old mans wash
on
Suppose we lift this grating. Kent
suggested
At this the man with the badge in
terposed Say. who's runnin this
thing, anyhow? Pm sheriff here, an
this body amt to be moved till a doc
tor has viewed it.
'Of course" said Kent mildly; "but
/ thought you might be interested to
see Mr. Sheriff. whether a ships
name was stamped somewhere on
this grating"
We'll, I don't want any amachure
learning me my business" declared
the official Importantly.
Nevertheless, he heaved the wood
work up on edge and held it SO, while
eager eyes scanned the under part.
Murmurs of disappointment followed.
In these Kent did not join. He had
inserted a finger in a crevice of the
splintered wood and had extracted
some small object which he held in
the palm of his hand, examining it
thoughtfully.
'Wot We got there" demanded the
sheriff.
Professor Kent stretched out his
hand, disclosing small grayish OBJ
jeet
Il shall take 1t to be the cocoon of
Ephestia kuehniella,' he announced
An wot does he do for q livin?''
inquired the official, waxing humor-
GUS.
Destroys crops It's species Of
grain-moth.'
oh" grunted Schlager. you're a
bug collector, eh?"
Exactly" answered the other,
transferring his trove to his pocket.
Thereafter he seemed to lose in
terest in the center of mystery. With
drawing to some distance, he paced
up and down the shore. whistling
lively tunes, not always in perfect ac-
cord. from which a deductive mind
might have inferred that his soul was
not in the music.
Nearer and nearer to high-water
mark his pacing took him. Presently,
though all the time continuing his
whistling, he was scanning the tam
gled debris that the highest tide or
the year had heaped up, almost
against the cliffs foot. His whistling
became slow, lugubrious, minor. 1t
sagged. 1t died away. When It rose
again, it was in march time, whereto
the virtuoso stepped briskly toward
the crowd BY this time the group
had received several additions, but
had suffered the loss of one of its
component parts. the sheriff. Con-
lecture was buzzing from mouth to
mouth as to the officials sudden de-
lection.
Whatever it was he got from the
pocket" Kent heard one of the men
say. at started him quick"
Looked to me like an envelope"
hazarded some one.
No contradicted Sailor Smith:
paper would have been all pulped
up by the water"
Marked handkerchief, maybe"
suggested another.
Like as not" said Jarvis. You
bet that Len Schlager figured it out
there was somethin' in it for him.
anyways. / could see the money
CLEAN in his eye
That's right, too confirmed the
old sailor HE looked just like that
when he brought in that half-wit
peddler, thinkin' he was the thousan'-
dollar-reward thief last year.
Trust Len Schlager to look out for
number one first, an be sheriff after
ward" observed someone else.
Amidst this interchange of opinion,
none of which was lost upon him,
Professor Kent advanced and bent
over the manacled corpse.
Have to ask you to stand back,
professor" said Jarvis. LENS APP
pointed me special depty till he
comes back, and he says nobody is
to lay a finger on hide ner hair of
the corpse; not even the doc, II he
comes"
"Quite right assented the other.