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What has become OF them p
Lanyard offered a vague gesture.
%. 3D.. tried TO climb a rec" he re-
piled YEARLY, and dropping back on
the rear seat began 10 worry the
cork out of the last pint bottle OF
champagne.
He reckoned he had earned
drink If anybody ever had.
CHAPTER XVIII
Buccaneering a La Mode.
Ten minutes after their arrival
in Cherbourg, Lame. Lanyard and
Jules had dared up a gangplank
to the main deck Of a small steam
vessel, excessively neat and smart.
Lanyard stopped short with his
hand on the mahogany handrail.
II say, Lame! haven't we STUN
bled into the wrong pew This is a
private yacht"
Il. is the little ship Of a dear
friend, monsieur, who generously
permits. . But patience very soon
you shall know"
A door had opened IN the after
partition. two men had entered
Above a lank. well-poised body
clothed in the white tunic and
trousers Of a ships officer, he recog-
nized the -ragicomic mask Of the
soi-disant Mr. Whitaker Monk. At
his shoulder shone the bland, intel
lisent countenance Of Mr.. Phinuit.
From this last Lanyard received
a good -natured nod. while Monk
proceeded directly % Lame De
lorme and bowed low over the hand
which she languidly lifted to DE
saluted.
MY dear friendl" he said in D..
sonOrous voice. I'm another hour
should have begun to grow anxious
about you"
You would nave had good rea
sen, monsieur. It is not two hours
since one has escaped death-aud
that for the second time in a sin
gle day-by :he slenderest margin
and thanks solely to this gentle
man here"
Monk consented to see Lanyard
and Immediately offered him pro-
found salute, which was punctil-
icusly returned. His eyebrows
mounted to the roots OF his hair.
"Ah! that good Monsieur Duche-
min"
Blu: MOI" Lame laughed. 1T is
true, the resemblance Is striking: Il
Paul would consent to grow a beard
It would be extraordinary. But
permit me, Captain Monk. TO pre-
sent my brother. Paul Lelorme."
Your brother. MAIDEN oiselle p"
The educated eyebrows expressed
any number Of emotions. Monk
hand was cordially extended But
am enchanted. Monsieur Delorme
10 welcome on board the Sybarite
the brother OF your charming sis
ter"
Lanyard resigned limp fingers to
his clasp.
And most publIc-spirited of you
other bow. Lanyard looked TO
Lane: Forgive me II I seem con-
fused. but I thought you told me
Mister Whitaker Monk had sailed
for America a week ago"
And so he did" the captain
agreed blandly. Mr.. Monk, the
owner, is my first cousin. You see
in me merely the skipper Of my
wealthy ksnsman's yacht"
And your two names are the
same-yours and your cousins?
TT is a favorite name in our
family. monsieur"
Lanyard wagged his head in sol
emn admiration.
That makes {: all so clear"
Well. anyway, I'm glad TO meet
YOU TO your bare face" said Monk.
And now suppose we adjourn TO
the skipper's quarters where we
can improve one another's acquaInt-
ance."
Lanyard remarked that there
were places laid for four. He had
been expected. then. Neither Monk
nor Phlnuit had betrayed the least
surprise on seeing Lanyard; and
Phinuit had not even troubled TO
recognize the fiction which Lame
had uttered IN accounting for him.
Lame had got her second wind
and was playing variation on the
theme OF the famous six bottles Of
champagne. Lanyard lounged in
his easy chair and let MS bored
thoughts wander.
Lanyard finally broke in: Who
is Dupont and why?"
IF you're asking me-" Monk re-
piled. I'll say-go.ng on mademoi-
-
now a ghost"
"One would be glad 10 be sure OF
that" Lanyard murmured.
But all this begs my question,
lanyard objected. who Is Dupont.
and why?"
II think can answer that ques-
ton. monsieur" This was Lane
Delorme.
II recognized him this morning
when you were struggling with him.
His name Is Popinot-"
There was Popinot in Paris In
ny day; they nicknamed him the
Prince OF the Apaches. But he was
an older man. and died by the
guillodne. This Popinot who calls
himself Dupont. then. must be his
son"
That IS true, monsieur"
"AIl OF which brings Us 20 the
second part Of my question. Lane;
Why Dupont"
Lane shrugged and studied her
bedizened fingers. The heavy black
brows circumfiexed Monks eyes.
and he drew down the corners OF
his wide mouth. Phinuit fixed an
amused gaze on a distant corner OF
the room and chewed his cigar.