The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1916-09-30
N0UeSed from the Motion Picture Pay of the Same Name By the
~ American Film Manufacturing Company.
cssyasst. 1915, By E AE1.aGr RsvsG


throwing both arms about the old sea-
mans neck, implanted a kiss on each
Of his Ieathery cheeks.
81 reckon I am something of a de-
tekative, even eff I do say So" ad-
mitted Hook, with evident pride.
But tell us about it, Hook" plead
ed Cleo, bubbIing with curiosity. How
did you get the books? Where on
earth did you find them?"
WAL, Miss Cleo said the old sea-
man, producing a slab of villainous
colored tobacco and sIicing OF a piece
with great deliberation, this here Wuz
the way it happened. After you and
the Iootenant started for the party I
thought I'd hunt up some friends o
mine and have a glass or two with
'em. WAL, I'd dropped into that cigar
store at the corner O. Third and Mar
ket to get plug o. terbaccer, when in
comes a Teller in a dress suit, with
overcoat over it, and asked the clerk
which was the car he should take for
Ocean View boulevard. Said he want
ed to go to the British consu1's. That
made me kindo prick up my ears, and
when he turned around I got a good
look at him. By the living lingo, ef
it warn't that fe1Ier called Mahlin-
the same that I seen over to VaIdavia
one day a while back a taIkin' to Sat
suma. oh no. SEE l to myself, there's
some hanky-panky agoin' on. What
might you be going to the British con-
sul's for?' So when he boarded a
street car, I stepped aboard too and
stood on the rear platform SOS he
wouldn't see me- When he got off at
the consul's house I got off too and
follered him until he went into the
back gate. I hung round while and
then, bold's brass, I walked into the
kitchen, figurin' that eff anyone asked
me what I wuz doin' there I'd tell 'em
that had a message for the lOOtenant.
But everyone was busy, with walters
hustling in and out, and no one paid
no attenshun to me, so I jest slipped
up the back stairs, thinkin' I'd have
a look round upstairs for friend Nah
| lin. I hadn't no more than got into
! the upstairs hall, though, before 1
heard, somewhere in the front o. the
house, the darndest huIlabaIoo I ever
listened to- It sounded like an anchor
chain runnin' through a hawse hole.
| Wimmin wuz ascreamin' and men a.
/ shoutin' and thunder seem'd to'Ve
broke loose generally. run forrad just
| in time to see the lootenant a-rollin'
down the companionway all tangled
up with a feller with black mask on.
| You wuz a foIlerin' 'em down, Miss
Cleo, screamin' to beat the band. Next
thing 1 knowed, the two of 'em rolled
kersmash through the, front winder.
It's time to get out O. here SEE to
myself, thinkin' I'd slip out the way I
come in and see what's happened to
/ the Iootenant Jest then I happened
to look into room at the top O. the
stairs, and, by the Holy Moses, eff
there warn't two O. your father s
books, Miss Cleo, a lynn on the table.
knowed 'em by red bindin's. ''They
may be the very books what has the
| secret o. the submarine hidden in 'em.
Who knows?' SEE I, and, as everyone
had run below to see the fight,
| slipped into the room and grabbed 'em
and skipped down the after compan-
tonway hidin' 'em under my jacket.
By that time everyone in the kitchen
! see the fight, SO no one seen me go
out. I hurried round to the front
thinkin' the lootenant might've been
hurt in the scrap, and peeked into that
glass place where the flowers are.
There was crowd round him and as
he wuz asittin' up talkin' made up
my mind he couldn't be hurt very bad,
SO lighted out with the books, know
ing that you'd be glad to see EN-"
During this amazing recital Hope
and Cleo had been anxiously porting
| through the volumes thus miraculous
Iy recovered. Now Hope looked up.
you're a wonder as a sleuth. Hook
he said, YEARLY tossing the books on
the table. Burns and Pinkerton and
Sherlock Holmes have nothing on you.
But luck is still against US. We've got
to look further There's no sign OF
the formula in either Of these books. y
1t was late the next morning when
Hope, looking a trifie pale and with
his head still bandaged, Joined Cleo
| in the breakfast room who is the
next person for US to see?" said Cleo
"The next name on the list is Ar
thur Fftzmaurice and his address is
given as the Commercial hotel, here
| in the city. I have just telephoned
the hotel, however, and learn that he
left few days ago for the Farallons
! It seems that he is connected with the
government coast survey, so suppose
he's out there charting the islands"
What are the FaraIlons?" asked
Cleo, land where are they? 1 never
heard of them before"
They are islands," answered Hope
cor rocks, rather, for nothing grows
upon them, in the Pacific, about 81
miles due west of the Golden Gate
There are several islands in tht
group; the North Farallon, the Mid
die FaraIlon and the Southeast FaraI
lon. There's a lighthouse on the south
ern island and a government radio