Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-12-13
CONTINUED from Yesterdays Starr

pulled back the cutout lever
and the air suddenly was hideous
with noise. / opened the throttle
carefully.
Breathless. we watched the speed
dial. The pointer travelled In tiny
jerks up the scale-3S5- 81 $3.50!
Gradually, steadily, and the roar of
the engine now a screaming. rising
note, the pointer crawled round the
dial.
a quick look at Milliken. who was
sitting in the toggled seat behind me,
showed me his ugly old mug stream
3ng with perspiration. His gaze was
fixed on the speed dial and his lips
we're moving. For myself, my jaws
were clenched enough to hurt. Round
round went the pointer-4s5-67-
back to 6-7-S-S-a little more
throttle-9-9-4s0! Creeping, Jerk
ing, the pointer traveled-5o0,
That was the extent of the dial. I
had curious fear that to open the
throttle any more would be to burst
something. The dial said 500 and
that was the limit Of endurance l
couldn't stand any more and 1 throt-
tied down. Tho pointer went back
quiclSly-and L whipped i'll the cut
out.
Milliken saw the movement, and his
lips went quicker. But l could not
hear him. My ears were still filled
with the roar. The silence was ap-
palling. I tried to speak, but could
not hear myself. Then, gradually, the
sound of voice came to me as from
great distance.
Hell. / knew she would! Heaven!
l knew she would"' 1t came. by the
holy old keeno, Methusaleh, there's
nothing n I,te
and d duck! Why'n hell can't they
make 500 dials? You peach-oh, you
little bird. Oh. boy!"
1t was Milliken. the normally 81
lent, unpacking his heart of words.
Eighteen minutes after leaving
Gardiner Bay we were tying up at
the Battery seaplane jetty. I had to
snake Milliken to make him realize
we were there.
Wake up, Milliken! We're there
Yes, yes. 1 know" He cast a look
of scorn at the fleet of machines
round the jetty. Look at them" he
cried. Just you look at the pack of
baby carriages. Oh. you BIRD" he
apostrophized the Merlin.
Bird de damned" said l. There
isn't a thing on land or sea that's like
her!
Take her back, Milliken." told
him, before the rubbernecks get to
prying-but don't for the life of you
let her touch more than $50 at the
very most. Go over her carefully.
She may have strained something"
L watched him take her out and
followed her until she was lost in
the clouds Then l turned and walked
up TO Broadway. 1t may be imagined
that L was in high feather, for the
Merlin had made the latest speed
record nv
meters an hour, and l knew very well
that she had not been anything like
Iull out. Given that amazing speed,
her power of quick and easy descent.
her maneuverability and her quick
climb, l had every reason to think
my machine was a world beater.
feeling of great exhilaration pos
sessed me as I walked up Broadway
My mind worked at amazing speed,
ana FOUND myself gathering impress
sions OF the things around me quicker
than i had ever picked them up be-
lore. The traffic appeared to crawl,
and, although I was whackine- along
as quickly as my legs would let me,
seemed to be travelling at a snaips
pace. 1t was an uncanny feeling, 1
may tell you
My father, when 1 got to him, had
an astonishing piece Of news.
The stolen securities have been
found" he said right away.
What! Where?"
In the Post Office. The lot of them,
from all five banks, in envelopes ad-
dressed to verious hospitals and in
that ass Glover was right
what's that% my father asked in
bewildered sort of way. Glover?
Who's Glover?"
L told him of the interview with
the Post Office official.
It's mighty queer affair, Jimmy"
ne said, and mighty queer gang of
CROOKS. TAey got away with a couple
Df million In securtiteS-all of which
have been recovered at the Post
once. In gold they've got away with
about two and half million"
If you get the scrip back, what's
your total loss
Two hundred and fifty-three thou
sand odd dollars in gold. It's tidy
sum, but in itself could not affect a
bank like ours seriously. The danger
is in the rumors that all our gold was
taken and in the loss of public con-
hdence. There might be scare,
and run on the banks"
No sign of that yet?"
Not so far, but the news hasn't
got into the country yet" said my
father. There's something of
panic in Wall Street already. The
markets have all gone bluey."
nope you're wrong in your
prophecy, dad"
Il hope 1 am" he said calmly. But
the cheap press is working up a fine
scare. A lot of harm will be done If
they keep on with It, You'd think
The facts amazing enough without
distortion. but some OF these news
paper fellows have let their imaet-
nations run riot"
new point came to my mind.
Two and a half million in gold,
dad" l asked him, what would that
weigh"
Eth, what's that? Let me see
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