Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-03-01

Miss Forbes has discovered singing spook
on your ship, captain"
What! oh, tell us, Miss Forbes" Little Miss
Pickett pushed frantic curl from side to side
on her forehead. Blond and blue-eyed? Or dark
with q mustache?"
They all laughed, even Eugene, and the
captain said: But perhaps mademoiselle IS
right We had q sad duty to bury at sea two
years ago the fiddler Of our orchestra, and his
fiddle with him. Very often my crew say they
hear 1t when the wind Is from the south. But
my crew are Bretons, and you may believe what
you like"
Juan Torres, Argentine consul at . large city
on the eastern seabcard, did not join the mer-
riment.
Nevertheless" he said, "I have heard that
there are moments at sea, certain air currents,
when sounds come from afar, like radio. There
Is also radio itself 10 be considered. Were YOU
near the wireless room, Miss Forbes? Perhaps
they have equipment Of that sort?"
Eugene scrutinized the mans lean dark,
immobile face sharply. When they all rose
coffee room she managed to avoid Michael and
have the Argentine at her side.
Are you by any chance a musician, MIR.
Torres? Do you-sing?"
ZIP" He was very evidently confused. "Ah,
no. Miss Forbes. Not, at any rate In your
sense of singing. 1t has been my pleasure to
hear you in Louise"
to hear singer called Alexandra Pascal In, let
us say, 'Manon?'"
He halted abruptly. "I was there, Miss
Forbes. I was there that night IN Chicago.
But do not wish to say anything more. Much
of my business and many of my movements
have been necessarily secret"
what did he mean by that, Michael?" Eu-
genie had made up for her after dinner rude
ness by rescuing Michael Hope from the
clutches of Mrs. Archibald, who had him cor
nered in the Grand Salon.
ooh, Torres was probably referring to some
business intrigue" said Michael. Don't look
for mysteries where there are none, Eugene.
st suppose am foolish" she confessed.
"And you are being very practical and patient
with me, Michael. Let's talk about something
else"
I'VE make our first land tomorrow" he
said. 1.-THE island Of Tenerife, in the Canaries.
The rest Of them win motor all over but they
will not find the place where shall take you"
A strange quiet, the unaccustomed stiffness
of the boat, sent Eugene rushing to the window
port OF her cabin next morning. She discovered
a bright blue harbor gay with bobbing little
craft, and the shimmering red and white town
of Santa Cruz de Tenerife.
Gianina, Tuning and voluble, brought a note
from Michael which said: IF you have a riding
habit, put 1t on"
So Eugene went ashore on the open tender
with Michael Hope, very childlike and gay IN
her riding things and flushed with the spirit
of adventure.
'I haven't been on horse in six months,
Michael"
They passed at . walk through the gleam-
ing Plaza de Santa Cruz, past an ancient
crumblng cathedral, past a flamboyant little
hotel with broad terrace made colorful by
sun umbrellas. Half an hour later they were
mounting along q Unlicensed cart road through
banana groves weighted with green fruit and
across meadows threaded with blue and white
and hame-red flowers.
Eugene had feeling of wandering in an
other world, q world Of brighter colors with