Evening star., 1914-12-27
THE MASTER

Among them was one containing three fine
seascapes by Marian Craig, and a glowing
account of her work.
And thereafter Pericles chafed more than
ever at his task, and none in his gangs on the
Salvador or Intrepid could fathom the reason
any more than he could have done so HIM
self had he been put to it.
AN afternoon toward the end of Septem-
"A ber brought promise of release in the
form of a wireless from Pentland Race, and
the third day following found Pericles
LAYING the Salvador alongside Seattle
wharf. Ostensibly he had put in there to
rep1enish his fuel and stores; but in reality
it was to meet Lloyd's secret service agent,
who was the first to board the wrecker.
"I'm on a lead at last," whispered Race
as Pericles locked the chartroom doors.
Remember the case of the Rappahan-
mock that was lost in the Azores twelve
years ago?' and Pericles, nodding his assent,
recalled the wreck of a liner that had
stirred the world at the time,-a wreck out
of which the commander had issued as
marked man. "Well, the man who lost the
Rappahannock is the fly in this bottle of
ointment He turned the Seminole trick.
CARLYLE Tenants his name. He-why,
you don't happen to know him, do you?"
mo. l don't know why the name sur
prised me-" answered Pericles, with an abso-
lutely blank expression.
"Well, Tenants Peabody. He bought
the Peabody certificate from its owner, an
old master we've located in Snug Harbor,
New York Tenant swore at his trial for
to get square with the insurance companies;
that sooner or later he'd make 'em pay up.
They made scapegoat of him-the COM
panies did 1t was crime the way they
treated him. 1t was simply case of making
an example of man, right or wrong
you're positive about this, Race?' asked
Pericles.
"Clue came from Rosenthal himself.
Doesn't matter how, but there isn't move
N. & R. make or a word they drop that
doesn't come to me. What is more, your
being up here in charge is sapping the nerve
of those two pirates. N. & R. are more
afraid of YOU than of the devil himself. They
haven't heard a word from Tenant, and
what's more the Gold Coast Steamship
COMPANY is in sore need of funds"
FIFTEEN minutes afterward the secret
service agent went rolling down the Sal
vator's gangplank, just as ve1led woman
in a modish habit of dark gray was being
held up by Johnny Coogan, who stood on
the wharf guarding the wrecker against
the approach of the curious, and crystal
gazers and clairvoyants in particular. Race
sent a glance from the woman back to
Pericles, and as the salvor turned to escape
inside the charthouse he heard the stranger
saving to Coogan in tone of surprise:
aWhy, that is Capt'n O'Brien up there!"
There was vibrant quality in the voice
that arrested Pericles' attention, and he
glanced over his shoulder, to find the speaker
raising her veil from young face of uncom--
mon corneiness. Turning round he met and
was held by the gaze of pair of steady, long
lashed brown eyes.
For perhaps full two seconds the girl
stood looking up at the tall, 1.-THE figure in
sea-grirned blue whose bare head the de-
scending sun was touching with CLINT of
gold, and then, before the abashed Coogan
could utter protest or intercept, she swept
up the Salvatore gangway.
a am Marian Craig, she said simply, and
holding out a slim, gloved hand. Il have
lust come from San Francisco. Mr.. Laysan
told me l would find you here"
And, unconscious that he still held her by
the hand and that he had uttered no word
of greeting, Pericles led her into the chart
room. With start of surprise she saw her
three drawings on the bulkhead, and her