The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-04-02

bfun tel you DeAOEe 10 hik6E
husked the warm steam Of breath.
Get Off the dock"
'"rhe beautiful little notorbOatT In
terrupted Henri, with ingratiating en-
thuslasm. my friend NJ Flambeau,
would 1t not be possible
Nope"
"VoilaT Henri was quite cheerful.
Il shall return again, my friend
Frappe"
Henri was just starting his ear ard
the short, thick figure had Just skunk
out Of the shadows to hep ON behind
when the overcoat and cap sat on the
edge OF the dock. with their feet dan
Cling toward the water
"Ah!" breGthed Henri to the stiff fig-
ure beside him. AT last 1t arrives!
We shall waltz
"Is there any IeftT husked voice.
Pardon" abjectly apolOgiZed Henri,
"a thousand pardons, Mile, Mariev'
And he produced fresh bottle
The thick, short figure sinking back
into the shadows wiped It's lips with
its tongue and shivered.
Dawn-slowly the chill. gray mist
which lay upon the river began to
clear.
VOLTA" cracked the voice of Henri,
but the tone was cheerful still He
sleeps!'
1t was true The overcoat and cap,
after bobbing and swaying dangerous
| ly over the waters edge for hour after
hour. had at last stretched out on the
dock for the sumber due TO a night
Waterman who was thoroughly at ease
and thoroughly warm.
Henri and Marie, with all the mental
effect of stealthiness, sprang into the
swift looking little motorboat
| a short, thick figure came painfully
waddllng out on the dock and shook
the overcoat. The cap wabblcd
"Heyw This was from the short,
thick figure, but the aperture through
which the sound came was so stiff
that the result was only wheeze
A snore came from the overcoat.
" "Hey! A punch, kick but stiff
kick which had no force.
UGH" The grunt was from the
night Waterman.
well, you with the distlllery breath.
| tried to tell you all night. didn't II
oh, get alive! This Is Bill Wolf the
private detective, talking to you
Ugh! The cap moved. but the
overcoat was still asleep.
'"They stole the Flash. say. they
THE Flashw The overcoat straight
ened. 1t rose, The cap stiffeDed Its
angle. The combination scrambled to
its feet.
They stole the Flashr'
stole I'll WhoT
"Oh. whoY The tone was one of
infinite contempt why the little
pink whiskered guy and the bony
dame! Stole 1t! And now where did
they go?"
THE yacht what's her name?" The
overcoat and cap were still haZy. The
cap turned gropngly toward the
hamper, on the adjoining dock. where
the name stood out In blunt white let
ters, "IIilarityr The
"The Hilarityr Bill Wolf stopped
with his hands on his knees to stare at
that information which had been In
plain sight all night ME for tele-
phone. Gee, look at that boat got"
Upon the swelling waves rode the
Hllarity, and all on board Of her, save
the officers Of the night and one other,
were sound asleep.
That one was June Warner She had
noiselessly dressed herself in yacht
Ing costume, and now she slowly re-
moved a bar which held the sliding of
secret panel she had discovered In
the wall OF her cabin. Then she shov-
ed 1t to one side until the opening was
large enough to admit her 1.-the, slen-
der figure. She found herself In a
stateroom family illumined by the
glowing of the dawn, and In that room,
on a chair and still wearing the even
ing raiment of the night before, sat,
his head bent upon his shoulder. Grin
Cunningham
With a shudder Of aversion June
sped to the door of Cunningham's cab
in and opened it. She passed through
the salon. There on the bench stretch
ed Tommy Thomas, one tapering arm
bent over her head and her dainty
slippers crossed in sumbrous ease.
Swiftly. silently, June gained the
deck. Creeping close to the cabins,
she rounded the stern The Hilarity
had dropped anchor and the landing