Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1934-09-14

suppose the captain was killed by the
same hand that killed Mr.. Hart. 1t
was very unfortunate that became so
beastly seasick the moment we left
port. Otherwise, l might have seen
something of what was going on
around here"
What are we going to do?" Mrs.
Glass asked, frantically. well all
be murdered the next thing we know.
These people ought to be put in irons"
"T'm thinking about how we are
going to make port with only the mate
to navigate" Dupont said, huskily.
Hell" enunciated Mrs. Glass cross
ly. 81 can run this boat. What do
you think bought it for? I'll do my
turn on the bridge, if that dumb mate
can't stay awake long enough. We
can't be so very far out. We didn't
sail until after midnight, did we?
Hurry up and decide what you are
going to do with these stowaways,
Paul."
Chaplin grinned at the word, re-
Numbering the carefully packed suit
case, with his name printed on the
tag. He was also conscious of dual
personality displayed by the woman.
One moment she seemed to possess dis
tinctly feminine qualifications, and in
the npYt a - of
Hampton was saying: eve are not
stowaways. We were shanghaied, all
of us, and put on board while drugged,
or something. Whovere is responsible
didn't do any SLOUGH job either. |
found a suitcase in the closet of that
room that l was thrown into, with
tag on it with my name. And the
suitcase was filled with brand new
clothes that fit me to a T. Some of
them even had my initials. Pm ask
ing you if we are stowaways-or
what kind of put-up job is this any
way?"
ooh! 1 didn't know there were
closets in the room," Grace murmur-
ed. II wonder"
"Cripes!" exclaimed the jockey.
did you say there was clothes in the
closets" And started toward the
door. Hampton halted him.
Mrs. Glass said: 81 can't imagine
what they are talking about, but
wish you would get busy, Paul, and
lock these roughnecks up, before they
get chance to kill anyone else
You'll have to do something about in
vestigating them before we get to port
and turn them over to the police. The
police will think we are just plain
stupid, if we don't know something
about how they got on here"
eyes, yes" Dupont replied nervous
ly. "And I have to go up to the
bridge and verify this story about the
Captain"
"You must place poor Daddy's body
in his room, until we get to port.
can't bear to have him left like this"
she paused, and wiped tears from her
eyes.
Chaplin said, politely: eff we can
be of any assistance"
"You mind your own business,
young man," she interrupted tartly,
and trailed majestically from the
| lounge.
81 shall have to lock all of you in
different staterooms," Paul Dupont
said, sternly. 81 shall question you
separately"
you'll lock us up in a pigs eye,"
Hampton sneered belligerently.
'There's three of us to one, not count
ing Miss Devin."
Dupont raised his eyebrows, and
clapped his hands. Hampton made
a dash for him and landed a smash
ing right fist straight on the jaw.
Dupont staggered back, rubbing lbs
jaw. The blow had disconnected him,
but he made no effort to strike back
Hampton faced him, glaringly-hands
doubled eypectantly. The little jock
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