New Britain herald., 1922-06-07
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 CHAPTER III
THE MYSTERY CRAFT

Dick rejoined Garrick late in the afternoon in his rooms at the Nono- wantuc Country Club. Garrick had ben developing the roll of films.
 What do you see there?" he asked Dick. holding up the strip.
 Dick turned toward the light and looked carefully "A boat. Looks like one of those scout cruisers built for the government during the war"
 Its autographic, you see. The name, The Bacchante' is written under it, and the date.''
 "Oh yes. But by whom? Whose writing is that?'
 Never mind that now What is that shore line? Do you recognize 1t? Take my glaso."
 Dick studied it intently and mi nutely for some minutes. T think it looks like Greenport Har- bor."
 That was what I thought want ed your opinion. Now look at the next one"
 "Why-that's Brock-at the wheel"
 Here's another, of a party Glenn. Ruth, Vira-'
 And that other girl is Rae Larue. That fellow in back is Jack Curtis"
 Garrick slowed the giI's hat and the films away in cheM
 Well what's next?" asked Dick T suppose they'll all be at the club tonight at that Subscription Dance"
 Garrick nodded silence. He was calling Greenport where he had a friend. boat builder.
 Seems that she's mystery ship on mystery cruises" he drowned as he turned to Dick from the telephone. 'They know her out there, all right. But no one out theer sems to know who owns her She slips out on these mysterious cruises, then back just as unexpectedly-then away again. From the description I'd say that Brock often handles her as captain There's nearly always some of that crowd of young folks on her, too: sometimes party. My friend says he will tele- phone if the 'Bacchante' comes in. She went out yesterday
 It was after dinner and a little ab- sent-minded knocking about of the billiard balls alone. that Garrick was recalled to the matter in hand by the penetrating tuning up of the orchestra in the ball room.
 He sauntered out on the wide club porch that faced the harbor and looked out straight ahead through the wide opening of the two head lands into the Sound. It was al beautiful starry night, with no moon Far out in the Sound could be seen one of the big New England steam CTS, majestic mass of lights. Here and there. knots of young people had begun to gather.
 He was endeavoring to select a when three girls, arm in arm. in light shimmery summer frocks saun- tered across the lawn and up the steps.
 "Oh Guy" He turned. It was Ruth, nearest, with Vira on the other end and piquant little, bob bed haired, snappy-eyed, 1.-the, ami mated girl between them. We've been talking about you-and Rae wants so much to meet you" Ruth | presented Garrick to Rae Larue. Gar rick was an adept with polite persi- | hage. He needed to be, to cover up the eagerness with which he studied | this interesting young person.
 I've heard so much about you, Mir. - Garrick," she explained keenly, with come-on smile and a | hesitation after the MT" that hint ] ed at the irksomeness of formality l You live at the Club, don't you? I'm staying with Beth Page; you must know the Pages? I'd seen you around when we've been over here and I thought I knew you were-I you!"
 Rae had that sometimes fatal gift | of flattery. way of leading a man on to talk about himself and of ap- bearing to be exclusively interested in \ his tastes and pastimes. Guy studied | her as she devoted her entire atten- fion to him to the exclusion of her companions. Was she attractive be- cause she was so young; or was it because she had had so much expert