The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1933-08-04


would cause the latter to swerve in
his allegiance to the Mask due to
Reddy's murder? II so, that seemed
to indicate the way out for him, Co
lin--a clue to the Masks identity
through Lazarre, though at the
same time being careful to protect
Lazarre. That latter, as rider, was
tacitly embodied in his, Collins.
promise to Reddy.
But il, through Lazarre. he could
get a clue to the Masks identity!
A savage lust welled up in Collins
soul. There was heavy score to
settle. He had seen Reddy shot
down as casually as one might swat
a fly on a window pane, and his own
world was shattered, his own life
dependent now on matching his
wits to win against the Mask. What
story it would have made! He
would have gloried in it. But, damn
it, this was no story-it was stark
actually!
Well, his solution, so far as that
end Of the problem was involved
seemed to have worked out satisfac'
torily up to now. He was here on a
bit of holiday. that was all-want.
ed to see something of the north
coast, and, later, Labrador, and later
still, Newfoundland perhaps. Where
the spirit led. Some salmon.fshing,
too, though he understood that most
OF the rivers were privately owned
but that could be had1anyway In
Newfoundland
He had merely elected to make
Cap a Forage his first stop because
he had been informed that was one
of the few places well down on the
coast where anything in the way OF
clearinghouse or hotel accommo.
dation was to be obtained. A good
reason!
And, from what he had seen In
his jaunts ashore, he mentally con-
graduated himself that Reddy had
indicated Cap Forage as a starting
point--no matter how primitive the
accommodation there might prove
to be!
a LII this was perfectly logical,
"A perfectly natural. He alone at
moments had thrown side glances
at his own story--simply because,
OF course, he alone knew that he had
something to conceal. AS matter
OF fact no one had dreamed of ques.
tioning his story. He had unhesitat'
ingly been accepted at his own face
value.
His glance travelled up and down
the deck--a composite picture-the
tourists making holiday cruise to
Newfoundland and back; pulp men
and timber cruisers bound for vari.
GUS points; the casual passengers,
local inhabitants mostly. and whole
families Of these sometimes, that
kept getting on and of. paying visits
or perhaps migrating from one place
to another.
A queer potpourri! The rough.
and-ready rubbing shoulders with
the more Immediately groomed In
he.rty camaraderie. He knew al
most everyone on board. The lack
OF restraint had been delightful
There were always tales OF the early
days on the coast by the oldtimers.
Sometimes In English, sometimes
in French.
And always there were eager
listeners. Excursions ashore when
the Bonaventure was diseharging
for an hour or more: a laughing.
drenched party often enough when
there was no wharf and there was
q bit OF sea on. A jolly. carefree
crowd. A vague smile crossed his
lips. He was the only one on board
bent on tracking down a murderer!
Oh, yes! He had fitted into his own
little niche perfectly. He had no
doubt OF that. In one particular per-
haps too perfectlyl He was Mr..
Ho yard-Mr. Donald Howard. q
broker from Boston. There were mo.
ments when he infinitely preferred
his own name-not for any eupho-
NOUS reason!
Her deck chair was unoccupied.
Had been for the last hour. Perhaps
she had gone below to pack. Per-
haps he would better do the same.
In a few hours the Bonaventure
would dock at Cap a Forage. The
purser had told him they were the
only two leaving the ship there. She.
like everyone else, had accepted him
at face value. Well, did he wish she
hadn't? Damn!
He went down 10 his cabin. grinned
not humorously at the blatant as.
sortment OF tshing paraphernalia
he had aeQuired--and would prob.
ably never use--Rnd then proceeded
to pack his bags.
But as his hands worked. so did
his mind. Germains Tremh lay.
Mademoiselle Gsrmaine Tremhlay.
Germaine, Well. what about herr
What did he know about herr
II vas surprising what he knew
about her,
fceFw1sAt. Issf. Fraak L. Packard5
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