The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-18
MT Cray Meets Jimmy The Eel

RNR. Cray leaned back in his deck lVI chair and watched the last blur of A'A land fade away into the mist. It was the pleasantest month of the year for crossing-the end of May, when the sun was warm but never blisterng, when the green seas tossed and murmured before the west wind, which sang him to sleep at night and brought the fresh color to his cheeks in the early morning.
 The bartender was an old friend of his; there were plenty of acquaintances on board his place at the captains table was flatterng.
 Yet Mr. Cray was melancholy.
 It was on the second afternoon out when Mr. Cray, turning carelessly enough to glance at the installation of fellow pas senger in the steamer chair by his side, received distinct shock, a shock which was apparently shared by the fellow passenger in question. She stared at Mr. Cray, and . Mr. Cray stared at her. The words which finally escaped from his lips semed made quate.
 Say" this is some surprise! I had no idea that you were thinking of making this trp.'
 The slim woman with the brilliant eyes showed distinct signs of embarrassment. She tried to carry off the awkwardness of the meeting with a nervous little laugh.
 'We made up our minds quite suddenly" she said, "or rather 1 suppose I ought to say that our minds were made up for us.s "Major Hartopp is on board, then?' MT. Cray inquired.
 Mrs. Hartopp, whom Gray had several times before encountered, nodded.
 He is over there, leaning against the rail- talking to the dark, cean-shaven man." MT. Cray glanced in the direction indi- cated and nodded
 She smiled sadly. Her eyes seemed to be watching the glittering spray which leaped every now and then into the sun shine.
 Our journey was undertaken at mo- ment's notice,' she confided. Here comes Guy. He will be glad to see you
 If such was the case, Major Hartopp cer- tainly managed to conceal his qualification. He received his erstwhile acquaintance's cordial greeting with marked Indifference.
 
 to be denied.
 He insisted upon an introduction to their friend--a MT. Carding-and did his best to dissipate the distinct atmosphere of em- barrassment which he could scarcely fail to notice.
 He was only partly successful, however; and presently, when Hartopp and his com panion had strolled away he drew his chair a little closer to the woman's.
 "Mrs Hartopp,' he said, "your husband and you and have come up against one another pretty often during the last three months. It seemed to me that we parted wrong with your good man, and you, too, for the matter of that?"
 Mrs. Hartopp turned her sorrowful eyes upon her. companion.
 MT. Cray,' she sighed, "you are one of those men who find out everything I really don't see that it is any use trying to keep secret from you. Guy and are in a very strange position. You cant imagine what has happened I suppose?"
 'I cannot" Mr. Cray acknowledged. ''You'vc got me fairly guessing"
 She looked around as though to be sur, that no one was within hearing. Then she leaned toward her companion.
 MT. Cray" she whispered, ''that man that horrible man Carding-is no friend of ours. He is detective taking us home. We are under crest"
 ''You don't say!" MT. Cray gasped.
 "Guy never thought that they would apply for an extradition warrant" she