The Carlisle independent., 1917-06-14

It was dark downstairs, but there was light on the top floor. The door of the room at the head of the stairs was open and a man was lying on the floor. He'd been shot through the heart"
 "What did he look like?" asked Hope, though he knew what the an swer would be.
 "A tall, thin fellow" replied the po- liceman. "He looked like foreigner. But they're bringing him out now-you can see him for yourself"
 The dead man was Mahlin-mur- dered, no doubt, in a quarrel with one of his associates in crime.
 "This is a queer case" said another man, evidently a detective, who had just come out of the house, addressing the policeman with whom Hope had been talking. "I just found another dead man lying in the court, a Jap, I fancy. He must have fallen from the window of the room where you found the other fellow. for every bone in his body is broken. He's still hold ing a knife in his hand"
 
 A month passed. To find Cleo-if, indeed, she were still alive-Hope left no stone unturned
 Aged and saddened by grief, he, at last reluctantly abandoned the search as hopeless. and turned his at tention once more to the submarine invention. Following the directions given on the paper in the cover of the book, he had no difficulty In locating the secret drawer which the old inven- tor had so ingeniously constructed be- meath the brass tank of his working model. And in the drawer. in an oil skin, envelope. was the formula. Act ing under instructions from Washing ton. Hope had q new model construct ed and installed in a modern, sea-going submarine which the government placed at his disposal for the purpose, and, month after Cleo's disappear ance, the submersible, having on board a commission of naval officers, left it's moorings at the Mare island yard to submit Doctor Burke's invention to final test.
 On the same morning that the sub- mersible was starting on its trial trip, Hook was strolling aimlessly along the water front of San Francisco. AS he paused irresolutely at the entrance to his favorite saloon, an acquaintance, a former shipmate. who. upon leaving the navy had turned boatman, hailed him.
 "Youre just the man I wanted to sec" he called. i've got some news that may interest you"
 "What kind O news?' inquired Hook.
 "'Bout that girl-Montgomery, her name wuz wuzn't it?-that disap- peared a while back. But it's only rumor, mind you. and like as not there's nothin' in it."
 "Yes. yes" exclaimed Hook anxious ly; 'go on."
 'Yestidday," said the boatman. q wuz over to Ignacio. on the north shore of San Pablo bay. While I was hangin' round the wharf, waitin' for my party, heerd one O the fishermen yarnin' bout girl that's stayin' with Greek fisherman and his wife down the shore piece. This feller that was tellin' the story says he stopped at the Greeks place to buy some bait or something and he seed this girl. He said he reekoned she'd been mighty sick. she was so white and peaked lookin', but that she must've been a humdinger for looks when she was well. He tried to ask the Creek Vlasto his name is-'hout her, but he don't understand much English. When he said she was a good-looker and had awful light-colored hair, it kind O re- minded me O the description O the Montgomery girl"
 "'Tain't likely" said Hook pessimis- tically. 'Tgnacio must be all O thirty miles from the place where Miss Cleo disappeared"
 "Still,' persisted the other, "she might've been picked up by fisher man."
 "Waal," assented Hook, 'it won't do no harm to run over to Ignacio and see this fellow vlasto. We could get there in your boat in couple of hours, couldn't we?'
 "Sure," said the other. ''and remem- Der. Hook, that if 1t turns out to be the girl I come in on the reward"