The Bismarck tribune., 1931-12-10
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|nIRK was either asleep or feigned
= It when Mary went down to see
him. His stony unresponsiveness
was beginning to wear her spirits
down at last. It was not human,
she felt, to be so stubbornly resist
ant even to the ordinary claims Of
friendship. He must hate her.
There was no other explanation.
She almost ran to her own cabin.
locked herself in and let the tears
come. Then. realizing that she
could not 60 up on deck again with.
out exciting curiosity, she sent a
steward to ask Bates to loan her
his half-complete picture puzzle"
II she must be a prisoner she could
at least be doing something useful.
For two hours she labored over
the heap Of paper scraps, fitting
them together expertly, until she
had the finished poster. It was al.
most impossible to gain a clear idea
Of the mans looks until another
hours labor had succeeded in past.
Ing the scraps in place. But be.
yond q doubt It was De Loma-a
younger De Iona, almost a boy. in
fact. The same thin, hawk.like
face. the beady black eyes. the ar.
rogant head. He wore q white shirt
open at the neck. and white trou.
sers curiously clipped in at the
ankles. as II for bicycle riding, and
what appeared to be q pair of old
tennis shoes. The curiousness Of
this get-up was heightened by his
pose-arms folded across the chest,
the feet at right angles In the first
position" Of the ballet dancer.
Below was printed: "Harry Hill,
the Human Fly" Mary pondered
/ this for some time. The name was
not familiar, and she had no idea
what human fly" was. Leaving
it for Bates Interpretation. she
went up on deck.
Night had settled down as she
Joined the rest of the party, grouped
on the main deck just forward of
Mr.. Jupiter's cabin. A half mile or
80 to the east. cleaning ghostly
clear In the moonlight, the prison
rose abruptly out Of the sea. A gold
moon swan in the deep blue tropi.
cal sky. The whole scene was like
q vivid lithograph or highly COL
ored postcard picture.
Louise was talking as Mary Joined
the group, describing an old castle
she had visited the year before. ut
had the most marvellous stained
glass windows. made in Italy by
the monks during the Renaissance
and transported over the mountains
on donkeys. I remember particu.
larry deep crimson the glass
was 50 finely colored It looked like
precious stone ="
She turned to Mary.
"What ueminded me OF It were
your rubies. What have you done
with them? Do you have them on
the yacht? I should love Just to
look at them again."
II have them here" Mr.. Jupiter
spoke up, before Mary could de-
eide what answer to make to this
amazing request. He reached into
the pocket Of his dinner jacket and
pulled them out. holding them up
to the eyes Of the others. There
were several sharply drawn breaths
at tho unexpected glory Of the
stones.
TRY 'em on. Mary, do" he
urged. tits a sight worth seeing"
he told the others with naive pride.
He rose and laid them In her
hands. Fumbling with nervousness.
Mary reached up to fasteD them
about her neck. but they slipped
from her fingers. She mado q fran.
tic grab for them. but cnly sue.
ceeded In striking them with her
hand. They fell flashing into the
sea.
"You fool! Oh. you tool!" De
Iona screamed at her insanely.
"Now see what you've done!"
ITO Bo Continuedl