Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-09-29
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1T would seem safe to assume !
am the man gossip says | m Lam
yard said cautiously.
"Then . to begin at the be-
ginning" whispered Mussey in tine
darkness "I've known WHIT
Monk a good long time. Before this,
IL anybody had ever told me Wh:t
Monk would do a pal dirt, I'd we
punched his head and thought No
more about il. But 10 q. :"
In the darkness that disembodied
voice took up its tale anew.
II and you are both in the same
boat. in a manner of speaking
We're both on the outside-shut out
looking in" -.
"You propose, then, an alliance?
''That's the answer. | know you
can get that tin safe of Wits open,
when you feel like it, get the jewels
and all: but what show do you
stand to get away with them That
Is, unless you've got somebody work
ing in with you on board the ship.
See here . :"
The mutter sank into a husky
whisper.
"WelI go to it.: make your plans,
consult with me-, get everything
fixed, lift the loot; I'll stand by, Fix
up everything SOS your work Will
20 through slick. see that you don't
get hurt, stow the jewels where they
won't be found: and when it's ali
over. we'll split fifty-fifty. What
d'you says?' >,
Extremely ingenious, monsieur
"It'll have to be pulled off tomor-
row night or not at all" the mutter
urged with an eager accent.
my thought, precisely. Now to
do what / will have to do, l must
have ten minutes of absolute Gark-
ness. Can that be arranged
Absolute darkness" The NUT
te- had a rising infection of dubiety.
"Why. by nightfall we ought to be
off Block Island, in traffic as heavy
as on Fifth avenue! Isn't there
some other way?"
mot with lights to hamper my
operations. But If some temporary
accident were to put the dynamos
out of commission-figure to your
sell what would happen
1.-THE engines would have to pc
lowed down until oil lamps could
be substituted for the binnacle'
masthead and side lights, also for
the engine ROOM"
And there would be excitement
and confusion, Ell? Everybody
would make for the deck, even the
captain would leave his cabin I'M
guarded long enough -
IT get you"-with a sigh. ITS
wrong, all wrong, but-well. L sup
pose it's got to be done"
Lanyard treated himself to a smile
of triumph, there in the darkness.
CHAPTER XXI
The Trap Is Sprung
On their last night, a heavy fog
settled down to aid the work OF
Lanyard and his volunteer assist
ant, Mr.. Mussey. At 1880 p. m.
every light went out.
MI. Mussey had not failed to keep
his pact of treachery.
Lanyard was out of his chair De-
fore the first call of the excited re-
uonstrance rang out or deck-to DE-
echoed in clamor.
And in that time of Stygian gloom
violence was done swiftly, surely
and without mercy; with pity, yes
and with regret. Lanyard was sorry
for the man at the wheel. But what
was to be done could not De oohe
In any other a
Inc lSlloW YIN
OF opposition. Swung bodily away
from the wheel. he went over the
rail to the forward deck like a bag
of sugar. Immediately Lanyard turn
ed to the pinnacle.
Thrusting a hand into the opening
Lanyard CROPPED for the adjustable
magnets in their racks, and one by
one removed and dropped them to
the grating at the foot of the bin
nacle.
The compass ought now to be just
as constant to the magnetic pole as
a humming bird to one especial rose.
Guiding himself by a hand that
lightly touched the rail. Lanyard re-
gained his chair, carefully compos-
ing himself in the position in which
he had been resting when the lights
went out.
The next instant, however. lie was
on his feet again. A beam of light
had swept across the saloon skylight,