Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1922-06-10

over. She was not dancing; nor on
the veranda. Nor did he see Jack
Curtis. Rae, vira or Glenn.
"Firel'
The orchestra hesitated at the
sharp alarm of the club steward
then decided II was not like a thu
atre, that there was no panic dan
ger, dropped its fiddles and saxo-
phones and snare drums and ran. a
moment later the shrill siren whistle
on the village power house split the
ether. Dick Joined in the Jostling
mob in evening clothes.
Guess we'll make a de luxe
bucket brigadel" painted Tony
Bleecker. TITS the East wingl"
Up the corner Of the Lodge back
Of the Club casino. where were the
living rooms. licked a hungry red
shaft OF flame. Dick looked in dis
many. On the third floor were Gar
rick's rooms.
A moment later he was bounding
up the stairs and had flung his shout
der against the door. It did not
yield-until he turned the knob. II
was unlocked. Though the stife OF
smoke he fought his way TO the
chest and flung It open. The hat and
the films were gonei
The suffocating fumes of chemical
extinguisbers sent him blindly strug
Cling, cropping. gasping, back. Out
side he could hear the bells and the
shouts OF the local fire fighters.
Handkerchief crushed over his nose
and eyes he stumbled in the hall
way
Don't get up. Dick. You'll stay
here with me tonight" In a daze
Dick felt sheets under him and over
him. They've given me rooms in
the West Wing until repairs are
made" explained Garrick.
Dick blinked around his eyes still |
singing and his head in a whirl.
"wh-who did it?" he gasped. "who |
GOETHE things?"
Garrick smiled quietly. II don't
know who got the prints I made. |
The film itself and the hat were in
the Club safe half an hour after
you left this afternoonl"
Early in the morning came call
from Greenport. The "Bacchante',
bad dropped anochor during the
night. With an early breakfast
and Dick were speeding
eastward Garrick deeply affected
by the impulsive devotion of his
friend the night before Dick still
living over the dance.
she rides on an even keei-for a
boat with such a namei" exclaimed
Garrick as they took on a dock in
his friends shipyard observing the
'Bacchante."
splendid ljnesi'" enthused Dick.
What I'm most interested in is
what ] believe must be a very efi-
Client wireless on her." muttered
Garrick.
A small boat had put out from
her and was rowing toward the
shipyard. The shipbuilder himself
Joined them.
Take that former submarine pa
troll boat" winked Garrick to him. |
That's fast craft. capable of go !
ing anywhere. What might a boat
like that cost, II you could pick one
up?''
The builder caught the cue. They
were deep in designs and prices
when Dick suddenly interrupted at
the approach of two men from the
street to the town. Professor Vario
and, by Jove. Jackw
The four stood talking boats as
the skin with sailor reared them. |
vario was a thick-set man with a |
shock of hair and bushy eyebrows. |
His manner was the manner of a
scientist but his sun bronzed skin
howed intimate acquaintance with
he outdoors.
Dick, who had known him quite
veil. soon discovered that he was
N little vacation. his family hav-
ng taken a cottage over on Shelter
sland.
He's the best radio trouble finder
n the world" put in Curtis. There's
! friend of mine down east owns
his boat. He had EN- put In and
'ick me up. But they told me their
wireless was on the blink. SO
thought OF the Professor here and
ne agreed to come over and look 1t
over. II there's anything wrong,
Asli get It right