Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1913-04-12

Aleck lifted his head at the first sig
nal, took another look at James and
one at Hand, then light as a cat he
darted from the room and down the
stairs, leaving the house through one
OF the tall windows In the parlor. Mr..
Chamberlain was standing near the
lilac bushes, his big figure outlined
dimly in the darkness.
Shut up" Aleck whispered fierce
ly, as he ran toward him. Hes just
got to sleep, Chamberlain; gone to
sleep, like baby. Don't make an In
fernal racket"
"Oh. didn't know. Didn't mean
to make a racket" began Chamber
lain, when Aleck pumped into him
and shook him by the shoulders.
He's asleep-like a baby!" he re-
iterated. And Chamberlain. wise com.
rade, took Aleck by the arm and
tramped him off over the hill to settle
his nerves. They walked for an hour
arm In arm over the road that lay like
gray ribbon before them in the
night, winding up slantwise along the
rugged country.
Dawn was awake on the hills mile
away, and by and by Aleck found
tongue to tell the story OF the night.
which was good for him. He talked
fast and unevenly, and even extrava-
gantly. Chamberlain listened and
loved his friend in a sympathy that
spoke for itself, though his words
were commonplace enough. BY the
time they had circled the five-mile
road and were near the house again,
Aleck was something like himself
though still unusually excited. Cham
berlain mentioned casually that Miss
Reynier had been anxious about him,
and that all his friends at the big ho-
tel had worried Finally, he, Cham
berlain, had set out for the old red
house, thinking he could possibly be
of service; in any case glad to be near
his friend.
"And, by the way" Chamberlain
added. you may be interested to hear
that accidentally | got on the track
of that beggar who ate the hermits
eggs. Took tramp this morning, and
found him held up at kind of sailors
inn, waiting for money. Grouchy old
party; no wonder his men shipped
him."
Aleck at first took but feeble inter
est in Chamberlain's discoveries; he
was still far from being his precise,
judicial SELF He let Chamberlain talk
on, scarcely noticing what he said.
until suddenly the identity OF the
man whom Chamberlain was describ-
ing came home to him. Agatha's
story flashed back in his memory. He
stopped short in his tracks, hating
bis companion with a stretched-out
forefinger.
Look here, Chamberlain" he said,
1--WE been half loony and didn't take
In what you said. II that's the owner
or proprietor OF the Jeanne Dare
a man known as Monsieur Chatelard,
French accent, blond, above medium
size, prominent white teeth-we want
him right away. He kidnapped Miss
Redmond in New York, and l shouldn't
wonder IL he kidnapped old Jim and
stole the yacht besides. He's bad
one"
Mr.. Chamberlain had the air Of hui
moring a lunatic. We'll, what's to be
done? Is it a case for the law? Is
there any evidence to be had?"
Law! Evidenced" cried Aleck.
81 should think so. You go to Big
Simon. Chamberlain, and find out
who's sheriff, and well get warrant
and run him down. Heavens! A man
like that would sell his mother!"
Chamberlain looked frankly skepti-
cal. and would not bulge until Aleck
had related every circumstance that
he knew about Agatha's involuntary
fight from New York. He was all
for going to the red house and inves-
tigating Agatha herself, but Aleck re-
fused to let him do that.
"She's worn out and gone to bed;
Won cant see her. But it's straight,
YOU take my word. We must catch
that scoundrel and bring him here for
ldentification-to be sure there's no
mistake. And If it is he, it'll be hot
enough for him."
Chamberlain doubted whether IL
was the same man. and put up objec-
lions seriatim to each proposition of
Alexis, but finally accepted them all.
He made a point. however. of going
on his quest alone.
"You go back to the red house and
go to bed, and I'll round up Eggs.
think | know how the trick can be
done"
Aleck was stubborn about accom-
panying Chamberlain, but the English
man plainly wouldn't have it. He told
Aleck he could do ii better alone, and
led him by the arm back to the old
red house, where the kitchen door
stood Hospitality open. Sallie was al
work in her pantry. The kettle was
singing on the stove. and the milk