The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1917-04-17
AUTHOR Of THE ONE
WOLF" THE BRASS
BOWL."ETC
COPYRIGHT Brlouls JOSEPH VANCE

Rising as silently as any shadow.
Miss Carteret again turned her face
to the port.
The man who had Kissed was still
there, watching the other way.
She fancied something sullen and
menacing in the lowering inclination
Of his head, the stoop of his narrow
shoulders.
Suddenly, with a mumbled word,
inarticulate with anger, he turned and
went swiftly aft.
Two minutes later the stewardess,
Fastening to answer a series of impa-
tient rings from BIS, found that state
room bright with light and tenanted
by a pale but animated young
frantically struggling into a haphazard
selection of garments, with the evil
dent intention Of making immediate
appearance In public.
"Winant, do you think you could
find me a passenger list?"
"Oh, surely, miss"
II want very much to see one.
Please fetch 1t at once"
Gravely Winant shrugged and went
her way, shrewdly guessing close to
the cause of the passengers excite
ment. "Some sweet'art, likely" she
reflected with the indulgent pity of a
self-supporting married woman not
obliged to live continuously with her
husband. "Found out some'ow 'e's
on board, witch she wasn't eXpectin'."
So instead of summoning the ships
doctor to pass upon the ACCESSIBILITY Of
allowing the convalescent to go on
deck, Winant serenely carried out her
instructions, returning to find Miss
Carteret all dressed save for hooks
and shoebuttons.
you've been in since | went to sleep
this afternoon, Winant?" the girl. de-
handed as Winant entered.
"Yes, miss, tidyin' up a bit"
"You didn't notice a brooch any
wherein top this chest of drawers?'
"a cameo brooch? Yes, miss, 1 did,
and left it were l saw it."
Really? But it's not there now
What can have become of it? Oh, is
that the passenger list?"
In her excitement, almost snatching
from Winant's grasp the printed list
Of first-cabin passengers, the girl
promptly forgot the missing brooch.
you're sure, miss" the stewardess
pursued, first examining the chest and
then kneeling to paw the carpet be-
meath it, you're sure you didn't by
any chawnse knock it off while dress
imp
"What?" the girl murmured abstract
eddy, her gaze racing down the dense
columns of small type.
1.-The brooch, miss"
ooh, bother that It's surely some
where about. I'll find it later. Oh,
Winant 7" she broke off with a cry of
delight. at is true! knew 1 couldn't
be mistaken! He is on the ship!"
Her trembling forefinger indicated
midway down the column headed "C'
the entry, "Craven, Thaddeus-New
York"
1.-The gentleman as you're Engaged
to, miss?' Winant hazarded imperson-
ally; and having noted the name
stepped behind the girl to hook up her
frock.
Engaged to? Oh, no, Winant ~
The girl laughed. "How absurdl Why,
he's my fatherI"
"Mr. Craven. miss? But l thought
as 'ow your mime was C~arteret, miss"
"Oh" the girl gasped in transient
dismay. Then she laughed. ITO be
sure, that is the name l sailed under.
But my real names Lydia Craven-not
Lucy Carteret at all. You see, l didn't
want-well-somebody in England-to
know l was sailing"
"Your father, miss?" Winant hazard
ed dispassionately, kneeling again to
attend to the girls shoes.
'No; someone else. II didn't
know my father was in England, you
see" Craven's daughter faltered in q
first faint chill of doubt. "He-he
must have made a hurried trip on bust
n~ess-he's a very busy man-and didn't
have time to notify me. But that" her
spirits dictated on the rebound, "only
makes it more strange and wonder.
ful-that we should meet this way
He will be surprised"
II warrant" Winant commented
with an ambiguity lost upon Lydia
who accepted the response as one OF
simple concurrence, whereas the won.
an at her feet was hiding an ironiC
smile.
In point of fact, this Tad Craven OF
Mrs. Beggarstaff's acquaintance was 6
conspicuous figure among transatlan
tic travellers, one who crossed fire.
quently, and, lacking any other title t.
notoriety. would have made himself
remembered by his lavish tips. More
over. Winant read American as well al
English newspapers, and knew a vas
deal more about Craven than that mai
would have cared TO credit-who
a. aa, wasn't lightly 10 DC
rmed a man OF retiring disposition
lAas the discovery hat he had q