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throwing both arms about the old sea- mans neck, implanted a kiss on each Of his leathery cheeks.
 T reckon I am something of de- tekative, even ef l do say so," ad- mftted Hook, with evident pride.
 But tell us about it, Hook" plead ed Cleo, bubbling with curiosity. How did you get the books? Where on earth did you find them?"
 "Waal, Miss Cleo," said the old sea- man, producing a slab of villainous colored tobacco and slicing off piece with great deliberation, this here wuz the way it happened. After you and the lootenant started for the party I thought I'd hunt up some friends O mine and have glass or two with 'em. Waal, I'd dropped into that cigar store at the corner O Third and Mar ket to get plug O terbaccer when in comes feller in dress suit, with overcoat over it, and asked the clerk which was the car he should take for Ocean View boule~ard Said he want ed to go to the British consuls. That made me kindo prick up my ears, and when he turned around I got good look at him. By the living lingo, ef 1t warnt that feller called Mahlin- the same that I seen over to Valdavia one day a while back talkin' to Sat suma. Oh ho,' sez I to myself, there's some hanky-panky agoin' on. What might you be going to the British con- suIs for?' So when he boarded a street car, stepped aboard too and stood on the rear platform sos he wouldn't see me When he got off at the consurs 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 ef anyone asked me what l wuz doin' there I'd tell 'em that I 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 look round upstairs for friend Nah lin. I hadn't no more than got into the upstairs hall, though, before l heard, somewhere in the front O the house, the darndest hullabaloo 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 feller with black mask on. You wuz a follerin' 'em down, Miss Cleo, screamin' to beat the band. Next thing I knowed, the two of 'em rolled kersmash through the front winder. It's time to get out O here,' sez I to myself, thinkin' I'd slip out the way I come in and see what's happened to the lootenant. Jest then I happened to look into a room at the top O the there warnt two O your fathers books, Miss Cleo, lyin' on the table. I knowed 'em by red bindin's. They may be the very books what has the secret O the submarine hidden in 'em. Who knows?' sez I, and, as everyone had run below to see the fight, I slipped into the room and grabbed 'em and skipped down the after compan- ionway hidin 'em under my jacket. By that time everyone in the kitchen had run to the front O the house to see the fight. so no 0ne seen me go out. I hurried round to the front thinkin' the lootenant might've been h n1Jrf in nd int not glass place where the flowers are. There was a crowd round him and as he wuZ asittin' up talkin' I made up my mind he couldn't be hurt very bad, so I lighted out with the books, know ing that you'd be glad to see 'em"
 During this amazing recital Hope and Cleo had been anxiously boring through the volumes thus miraculous ly recovered. Now Hope looked up.
 You're a wonder as a sleuth, Hook he said, wearily tossing the books on the table. Burns and Pinkerton and Sherlock Holmes have nothing on you. But luck is still against We've got to look further There's no sign of the formula in either of these books"
 
 It was late the next morning when Hope, looking 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 Fitzmaurice and his address is given as the Commercial hotel, here in the city. 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 I suppose he's out there charting the islands"
 What are the Farallons?" asked Cleo, land where are they? I never heard of them before.'
 They are islands," answered Hope, "or rocks, rather. for nothing grows upon them, in the Pacific, about 30 miles due west of the Golden Ga.c. There are several islands in the