Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1935-05-24


chung on diZzily.
A wrench-a bulky shape streaked
past him :. dull splash. The Hang
man had failed!
Disheveled, painting, Haig dragged
himself back to the deck. He leaned
dizzily against boat, striving to ad-
just his disorder. Already the plan
was forming which later he carried out.
No one knew that the thug was over
board. No one should ever know, but
covered!
When, bewilderingly, came the swish
of silken shawl-a patter of feet-a
soft, terrified cry and Eileen's
sweet arms were about his neck
"Billy-Billy dear! Oh, my Cd!
you're covered with blood What is it?
What is it?"
"My dear!" he said-"It's nothing.
Pm safe-and no one must know"
She was staring into his face eager
ly, her own raised in a sort of agony
OF apprehension. Haig began to trem-
BILE. Gone was every resolution he so
recently had -useless-hopeless.
He held her so close that she
thought, Gle will break me in half"
and eXulted. He kissed her until she
was GREATNESS, helpless.
"Oh, my darling" he whispered.
He had so little to offer this won
der girl, locked, happy. in his arms
so much to tell her-so much to ex-
plain. Yet somehow all he could say
over and over again, was:
"Oh, my darling. -"
few moments after the Wallaroo
dropped her anchor off Port Said, the
British consul came aboard. There
was a conference in the captains
cabin.
Haig had deliberately failed to reveal
the fact that there was man over
board. 1t had gone into his Scotland
Yard dossier but he had suppressed
it from those on board, with specific
object
The first news was given by a
steward entering the missing mans
room in the morning. The conclusion
was come to that the morose Chinese
passenger had committed suicide dur
ing the night by jumping overheard. :. +.
Now, in the closed cabin of the COM
mander, Dawson Haig revealed the
truth to Captain Peterson and the
British consul.
II take full responsibility" he said;
you can see for yourselves the sort of
gang l have to deal with. First, the
Limehouse outrage, and now this MUIR
derous attack on me. / got off lightly,
with a cut scalp and torn sleeve"
The commander scratched his grizzled
head.
what do you wish me to do, In
spector?" the consul asked. "In my
opinion, the persons whom you sus-
pect of being associated with the miss
ing assassin should be detained"
Dawson Haig stood up, grinning saw
agely, and shaking his head.
Upon what evidence?" he demand
ed. II assure you that except for
scrap of paper providentially discov-
cred by Miss Kearney, there's nothing
to associate Doctor Oestler, for in
stance, with any conspiracy directed
against me. And even that is far from
conclusive. mean, he could explain it
in all sorts of ways. He doesn't APP
pear to be acquainted either with Miss
Valerie Ednam or with Mr.. Chow and
certainly not with the German, Har
tog, on the lower deck. And what
have l against these three people
which would justify detention? I as
sure you'-he shook his head en-
phatically-"a absolutely nothing"
"Then what are we to do?" said the
consul. "Of course, l could detain
them here, for time"
mo, no. Nothing official" was
Haig's reply.
With the coming of daylight, the
babel Of the curious port rose to full
blast. Sellers of all kinds of wares
carpets, lace, jewelry, Birmingham
antiques, and the reSt-set up their
shops on deck, turning the ship into
a miniature bazaar. The inevitable
conjurer was there with his little brass
cups. And there were divers in boats
who shOuted-who never stopped shout
ing-eXcept when they actually dived,
which was rarely.
Dawson Haig, very reluctantly, had
agreed to allow Eileen to pursue her
inquiries in her own way; but he didn't
realize that she had actually left the
ship until she had been gone some
time. He was watching Len Chow,
who, having collected his baggage, was
now following a porter towards the
ladder. Hartog had quietly gone
ashore an hour before.
Just before Mr.. Chow reached the
gangway he passed fortune teller, an
evilly handsome fellow, wearing shah
by European clothes and a tarbush-