The Cook County news-herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Cook County, Minn.) 1909-current, 1915-05-06

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sleepy, Mr.. Stebbins Don't let me
keep you up. I've had disagreeable
neighbors. Wanted to find out some
thing about them.''
Explanation was wasted on Arts
tides. Into his drowsy brain there had
come no desire to know anything about
the nocturnal doings of the queer Mr..
Marsh Bed was his prime object,
! and, having been dismissed by a look
from his patron, he sought that haven
with alacrity.
Left together, the two men looked at
each other moment i'll silence. Marsh
was the first to speak.
do you know Spanish?'
''Pll own up to the 'carramba,'" re-
turned Brill, with smile. 1.-THE 'cal-
lacy is just few steps ahead Of me-"
''What that man said," observed
Marsh, twas, 'Carramba, callese'-
Curse you, hold your tongue I as
sumo it was the fellow with the cut
forehead, for, although I saw him so
into 80 again, he wasn't there when I
| went in
Well into the morning hours the two
| men, companions in arms now, sat in
| the stateroom and talked of the curious
| conditions of affairs they had found in
| their section of the ship. Finally
| Marsh stuck his thumbs into the aper-
lures Of his waistcoat and scowled
| good naturally at his host.
of %oI
here like Il couple of Photographs,
! Overflow" he said, what is your
theory Of the racket out my way?"
Brill ventured the first thought that
| came to his mind.
1.-THE only thing that seems plausible
| to me is that the men are aiding some
friend to get across the ocean passage
free"
| Marsh laughed unfeelingly.
! "Iiest assured that there's nothing
going on that Benedict doesn't know
| about and countenance," he declared.
Hes got pair Of ferret's eyes behind
those queer glasses of his. Wouldn't
| be in such a scheme himself, for
passage money wouldn't trouble him.
| He's free with his money. Gets it too
easily to worry
| "Well," returned his companion, TAX
ing the offensive, what is your the
ory?'
Marshs fat face grew serious, and
he pursed his lips.
Its a puzzle," he replied. IF that
Mexican with the cut in his head didn't
give it to himself, there must have
| been a struggle. That would prove
resistance by whoevers there. Yet
how could they have brought an I'M
willing person aboard without attract
ing attention."
USED drugs, possibly
1T may be none of my business, but
Id give my commission on the sales
of this trip if could get the better Of
Benedict
Brill rondered we'll these pregnant
words before he resumed the talk
Then he spoke in a hating and rather
diffident way.
"Why are you so-well, to use CON-
mon expression, so down on Benedict?'
II don't like snakes" answered Marsh
quietly, respectfully when one Of ems
crossing the path Of a man want as a
friend"
The ring Of honesty was in the
words, and Brill's heart felt warmth
| that few men had ever lighted there
| But with the splendid Anglo Saxon re-
serve that keeps in the soul all the emo
tons that might be poured out and
lost, he merely bowed his head with Il
smile that was vital with meaning
Marsh rose, grasped Brills hand and
held it tightly Il moment.
I'm off to bed" he said. Lost nv
beauty sleep already. Must get my
wits in order, for I'm going to solve
this cOnundrum before we're twenty
four hours older. May be the simplest
thing IN the world, or Benedict may
have John d. Rockefeller held up for
ransom. Whatever it is, it'll do me no
harm to find OUT
Brill sought his berth and slumber,
but the latter was in no humor to be
wooed. With staring eyes the young
man lay tossing to and fro, his mind
crowded with hobgoblins Of his own
creation, all revolving around Bene-
dict The fellow had threatened him,
and there was precious little doubt as
to what he meant. He intended to sep
aratc him from Marion Jennison for
the rest Of the voyage. How he was to
accomplish that highly undesirable cir
cumstance was not quite as clear. The
voyage would end by Thursday night