Evening star., 1927-04-13
THIRD INSTALLMENT.
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Capt. Harvey Hale.


~ exact parallel in any other
part of London. 1t is a
district of poor. jerry built streets,
wherein every house is exactly like
every other house. save that it, is
difficult to distinguish which is the
grimier.
OF all the saloons that disgraced a
cieiltzed city "The Full Rugged Ship"
was the worst.
Chief Of TIE new patrons of the es-
tablishment was Capt. Harvey Hale,
IS by so coarse inches of muscle and
bone; a red-faced. fshy eyed, heavy
iaved slipner. without either ship
or ticket: for he II was who piled the
s. S. Gravalla on to the Dame rocks
and stood in 1910 for insurance
which The underwriters refused to
pay.
Hale ventilated tn moments OF inso-
briefly.
Twelve months hard labor-for
what?" he beloved For losing q
ship that was a floating wreck. And
me that thought first of my men and
had every boat oyerhauied before we
left Sunderland, And life belts all in
good order and everything. 'Willfully
casting away nay ship. Not a life
lost. mind you, and me the last to
20 over the side in accordance with
regulations!
He did not refer to certain earlier
exploits that had come before the
court which tried him; of a trial in
Calcutta for manslaughter, of court
of inquiry at Seattle for cargo
broaching and similar irregularities
which had been investigated in other
latitudes.
Maybe they'll engage you as a
rum runner suggested Taylor. the
host.
Capt. Harvey Hale pondered that
possibility.
Maybe that's it, he said, "and I'll
do it,
He glanced up at the clock.
Expecting anybody" asked the
other. and Capt. Hale looked at his
companion suspiciously.
Maybe" he said.
He took a letter from his pocket
and read and was in the act of re-
placing it when he changed his mind
and passed it across to Taylor.
What do you make of that?" he
asked.
MIR. Taylor fixed his glasses and
read the typewriter note.
'I can give you a good job with
plenty of money IL you're willing to
take on an unusual task, that win in
volye you in personal danger. VIII
you come out of the Sailors Home
in Lyme street at 10:30? Ny agent,
Mr.. Smith, viii be waiting for YOU
What do you make OF that?' asked
Hale.
"Rum running" said the other
promptly. There's a syndicate in
London that is making a fortune out
OF shipping booze TO the States.
Capt Hale pursed his thick lips.
Doesn't sound like rum running to
me. though you may be right. A poor
sailor has got to take what he can
get nowadays. Why. / remember the
time when was offered
He was boastfully reminiscent and
talkative. till, looking up, he saw the
hands of the clock at the half hour
and, rising, threw some money on
the table.
There was nobody outside the club
when Capt. Harvey Hale went on to
the street, but opposite he saw a man
walking slowly up and down, and
the red glow of his cigar suggested
that he was the promised agent, for
cigars are uncommon, except among
American and Scandinavian seamen.
After a moments hesitation he
crossed the street in the direction of
TO meet him.
You're Capt. Hale? I am the man
you are expecting. Will you walk
with me?"
Hale glanced at him curiously.
There was nothing in the appearance
of the man to suggest that he was
engaged in any sinister project.
Where shall We go?" he grunted.
MIR. Smith" who evidently knew
the neighborhood, said tersely:
Across the railroad, toward North
WooIwich."
1t was he who decided the route.
and they reached the stretch of road
that led past the sugar factory with
out encountering more than half
dozen people who were too engrossed
i'm their own affairs to notice the tall
sea captain and his companion.
This place Will do" said the man,
and stopped midway between two.
light standards. Hale. you're broke,
you're just out of prison, and you
look like going back again unless you
can find a ship. I'll be frank, cap
tain, and / expect the same from you.
You were tried. in Calcutta for killing
a young apprentice and ii was sug-
gested in evidence that you had f200
from the boys stepfather 10 finish
him. The jury disagreed and you
escaped. If you did that for 1900,
how far would you go for $4,000"
'To hell, and through" said Har-
vey Hale promptly. Who do you
want killed."
The stranger laughed.
'My friend. that is a big question,
easy enough to ask, but hard to
Rnswer."
I'm not going back TO prison
in II tho
big man. "Thats not my life. Give
me any kind of a job-rum run
ming" he paused inviting confir
\ nation, but the stranger shook his
head
I'm not interested in rum rum
ming" he said, and Hale wGs mo-
mentarily taken aback.
II don't care what il is" he said at
1ast. Give me a job with $1,000 in
IL and there's nothing I'll stop at. I
mean what / say. I've never gone
back on my promise. Look what they
lid TO me over the sinking of that
hip. / could have got the owner
wenty years, but I didn't blab. and
when / went in TO see him this morn
ing TO get a look at the money he
threatened to call the police.
you went to him this morning to
work a little biackmafl" said the
other coolly. You got $1,000 to keep
Il YOUR mouth shut at the trial. and,
n like n fool, you handed it over to the
lady you called your wife"
"If ever i get hold of her" be-
gan Hale with an oath.
az dare say you'll treat her rough.
But you won't; she skipped to Can
ada--I know all about you, Hale;
I've been studying you for the last
month or two. Now the question is,
are you going to work for me?"
What do you want me to do?"
Anything and everything. Can
you drive a carp"
There isn't car that was ever
built" began Hale.
You may be useful in that respect.