Charlevoix county herald., 1915-05-22
BY Howard p. Hockey
Copyright 1914 Howard n. Rocky


guest on land turn the yacht about
and give our pursuer the longest
chase you can"
Making his way down from the
bridge, Cornish walked slowly aft to
find Harcourt talking quietly with
Adele under the deck awning. Adele
in her neat yachting costume, looked
the picture of health, and she was
laughing at Harcourt when her father
joined them.
"Mr. Cavendish is trying to convert
me to his cause" she said laughingly.
"Cavendish ?" Cornish said. ooh,
so that's the new name you've selected
is it? I'll not have you plotting
treason, sir!" he added with a grin.
isn't he ungallant" Adele said.
HE really prefers the interior of an
English prison TO sitting here with
me- If he was not engaged l should
never forgive him!"
Cornish smiled. Sorry you're so
restless" he said to .Harcourt. "But
Pm afraid you'll have to put up with
our society for little while longer.
We won't see land again until some
time next month"; hope"
81 cannot make you out, Mr.. Cor
nish," said Harcourt, in perplexity.
uyo,, Lo,,o koax, l,;n.lrase ;&,oyf 20 NO
since you brought me on board this
morning, and under other circumstan-
ces should enjoy the trip immensely,
but simply cannot understand your
forced detention of me here. 1t is an
interference with my personal liberty
which is absolutely unwarranted, and
l assure you that at the first oppor-
tunity presenting itself, shall make
good my escape"
Fire aheadw Cornish chuckled.
81 haven't heard of anyone walking
on the sea recently, and that's about
the only way you're likely to get back
to England for long time to come.
You've difficult proposition ahead of
you, and what is more, meant ex-
actly what l said when told you I'd
put you in irons if you try any mon
key business"
"You don't really" Harcourt
gasped.
81 most certainly do, and don't you
forget it," came the prompt response.
"Have a cigar?"
Realizing that he could not move
Cornish, Harcourt gave up trying, but
for the remainder of the day the
Americans attitude ranked in bis
breast. Nothing that would add to his
comfort was left undone, and both the
millionaire and his daughter exerted
| themselves to the utmost to make the
days pass pleasantly for Harcourt, but
whenever he brought up the subject
of returning to London his sugges-
ton was fatty and unceremoniously
vetoed by Cornish.
And as the days passed Harcourt
tried to content himself with his sit
uation. But he could not help think
/ ing of his fancee, and wondering what
had happened since his disappear
ance. The thought that Grace might
now be deeply involved in the affair,
troubled him. Times without number
he told himself that it was absurd to
connect her with the murder, yet her
wearing of the mysterious and con-
stantly recurring monogram, fed his
suspicious until he could not lose
them.
What was it she had done that she
would not tell him about !? What did
she know of it all he wondered. And
sometimes-still doubtful as to his
own part in the crime. he thought he
could go mad. Since the first day out
he had eagerly watched the horizon
for signs of other craft. Whenever
Whitford observed a sail OF the smoke
from a steamers stack, however, the
Yachts course was promptly altered,
and soon all of them were left far
astern.
For more than a week now there
had been nothing on any side but
the broad expanse of sea, and the
Murita, with all on board, was as COM
pletely isolated from the rest of the
world as if the yacht had left it.
Yet Harcourt was sure that England
lay not far away to the east. He re-
allied, too, that he was but seldom
left alone, and that during the long
daylight hours, either Cornish or his
daughter were constantly near him.
Tie was free to do as he liked, but at
all times he felt keenly the fact that
he was prisoner.
At night, after the others had re-
tired, he frequently paced the deck