The Forrest City times., 1913-04-11

" matters III one so young, anu eo fresh from conventual seclusion. And then her judgment seemed to keep pace with her auguries; for when spoke of inviting the aid of detectives and the newspapers, she begged me to consider.
 T am afraid for him." she pursued gravely. Publicity might mean death. If they discover they are being sought. they may murder him Somehow, l feel he is still alive; and so we must do nothing that will incite them to further violence"
 But" l returned, conscious of the force of her argument, yet failing to see how this caution could very well be exercised, we can't find him with out seeking"
 No, but We can seek him In se- cret. The newspapers must not tell the world"
 "The police would of course tell the newspapers" I added.
 We can do some things, without the police," was her next assertion. There are some things that can do; and there are more that you can do" She was thoughtful for a moment, and then: T am so sorry about Peter Johnson! You should never have lost sight of him."
 We gave him money and God speed l reminded her.
 Captain Macleod must go back there. where you left him. Where was it? Siasconset? He must trace him, His trail won't lead to Glouces- ter, I'm sure of that"
 My self-esteem was not being vigor. ously stimulated by the young lady at this juncture. Indeed, I was being made to feel more and more my stra. tegical inferiority.
 And l, she continued, with the methodical expediency of a command er-in-chief. so curiously inapposite in one so young and inexperienced as she: and l shall find out about those letters"
 Find out what?" I asked in aston- ishment.
 Find out what manner of man wrote them" she amplified.
 But how can you?" I inquired That seems a pretty big undertaking of itself, for sne so small"
 T hare thought of way" she de- clared, ncncommittally.
 And what am l to do?" was my next question, feeling miserably small beside this efficient child.
 You must give me the letter you have, and help me look for the oth- CTS"
 The first part of the command was easy enough of obedience; for the letter was in my pocket st the mo- ment. But my assistance in searching for the first two communications was more energetic than successful Tc. gether We ransacked desks, bureaua tables, closets, trunks, clothes In, deed every possible hiding place both at Cragholt and on the Sibylla war carefully and systematically delved into and exhausted without reward. Either Cameron had destroyed the let. ters, or he had them on his person when he vanished from the yacht.
 At Eyelyn's request. however, 1 wrote copies of those two strangely. couched. malevolent episties. as near ly as I could remember them; and save. perhaps, for possibly two or three verbal errors they were, think. quite accurate.
 And now." asked again, what an l to do?"
 It was nearly midnight, and I was leaving her, my car waiting in the sopping driveway to carry me home.
 You are not to worry any more than you possibly can help" she told me, with a brave little smile, for we are going to succeed And tomorrow you must go to your office, and keep very, very silent about what has hap. pened, And then you are to come to me again in the evening, and I will tell you all l have learned"
 With which she gave me her hand to kiss, in the odd little French way she had-a way that could scarcely have been a part of her convent teach, ing.
 As l come to review these matters now, 1t seems singular that l should have so readily consented to be guid. ed by this girls will in a case of such grave importance; yet l cannot but believe there was something providen. tial both in her assumption of leader ship and in my own unquestioning ac. quiescence. For the day of office work and silence, which she enjoined was exactly what I needed to restore my nerves to their normal tension. It was, in fact, a sort of counter-irritant. which brought me up standing, with revived self-confdence and recuperat. ed energy.
 So when, a little before five o'clock that afternoon, just as I was making ready to run for my train. 1 heard Evelyn's voice over the telephone. I was fairly tingling with ardor for the game; and her request to call on Pro. lessor Griffin, the expert iH Oriental literature, who occupied chair in Co. lumbia college, and lived mile ot more back from the Greenwich stS tiOn was a welcome caI f., action