The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-10-23
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ScSIet compact, un-
apoheh' out well understood. between
the two. cen
iierlahdez had located himself in
the secret. sound-proof room a.
rocked crag. He was talking over
the telephone. 80
II was false move" he conceded
should have steered clear of yorr
newport villa. If it hadn't been sor
.he apprentice seaman. | might have
turned a trick, AS it is. | am afraid
10 show myself / think we will have
10 wait for our yellow-blooded friend
10 return from his failure at Annano.
lis" po-
With the scrap of paper in his nos.
session Neal had excused bimse,f 70
Ihez' and had started back 70 his
training station with a definite nrr.
pose IN view. Once arrived there no
handed the crumpled slip of paper TO
the ofhcer in command and told his
story
But all this went on unknown 70
hernandez. He had not missed rho
| scrap of paper.
Hall an hour later on a wharf in
newport there drew up verv canab,e
httle motor boat Inez and her Young
friend, Annette 1lington. boarded her
inez gave sigma! and the launch
plunged her nose into the sea.
For half an hour or so everything
went well.
But suddenly above the chuggine
OF the exhaust Annette heard yroan
at her side. Inez was hanging limp
over the arm of her wicker chair.
What is the NATTER" cried An.
nette, alarmed.
i am i'll, so ill., groaned Inez. 81
was fool to come out in sea like
this
Wen go back said Annette.
No, said lnez. We must land.
Another half hour of this l think
would kill me-
In moment they were gliding
through the quiet waters. and in two
moments more had reached the dock
at the head of the inlet. Above them
lowered huge, crooked granite
shaft, and nesting against it like an
| other shaft was the Crooked Crag no.
| tel.
Il must rest" groaned Inez. Il
must lie down. am i'll terribly i'll"
Annette rapidly leaped from the
motor boat, tripped up to the little
dock and nimbly assembled the rustic
steps that led to the hotel She was
met half way by the proprietor, Sol.
niger himself.
Yes, miss" he called to her: some
thing urgent, l perceive
My friend, Miss Courter. is ill.,, )"
said Annette. She is in the launch
below. Can you help me-"
With pleasure, miss said the pro
prietor.
With him at her side. Annette re
traced her steps. The proprietor en-
tered the motor boat and bent over
lnez. He nodded to himself as though
recalling description.
With an easy swing they carried
lnez out of the boat. along the dock
and up the rustic steps.
Have you physician in the
house?"
I'VE have ev' rything-everythin at
Crooked Crag" returned the proprie-
tor. with an insinuating smile.
He summoned other servitors and
nodded to Annette.
1T is two flights up, miss he said
to Annette.
Giving innumerable directions and
climbing at the head OF the little
group behind him. he finally reached
the third-story room.
III the doctor is about will you
send him." said Annette. bowling the
proprietor and his two men from the
room
AT once, mademoiselle, said the
proprietor, with a low bow.
There was knock upon the door.
Come in" said Annette.
Two men entered one OF whom, a
man with a neatly-trimmed Van Dyke
beard, drew Annette to the window,
inuuiring gravely about the case.
While her attention was thus occupied
the other man seized the recumbent
figure upon the bed and bore it from
the room. Annette caught a glimpse
OF his huge shoulders Just as he die
appeared.
What is he doing?" she demanded
Where is he taking her to-
The other man bowed. ITO a ply
sician," he returned, AS you re.
Quested.'
He crossed the room and deity
locked the door. putting the key III his
pocket.
But YOU are a physician, ex'
claimed Annette. alarmed.
He tore from either side OF his race
thin strip Of hair leaving beneath it
smooth shaver jowes. lie still wore
mustaChe and gOatee. Then he turned
to her, and his face was the face oil
the man in the shrubbery at the New
mort villa. the face OF the smuggler
of cocaine. captured at Seaport ana
escaped again.
lam not a physician" he conceded
DO you know who am
No. she MISUNDERSTANDING 10
cCtner,
He laughed I am man with a
sabar cut upon my face, ne saln'
no.ating to it. "Yeu wee t. -, ou'
for me. Here I am. Look oat