The tribune independent of Michigan., 1935-04-27

| OU66eoly brought Eesrney - -
| ssoeuntnble return Of that seaGs
tisa - though cold water trick1e1
down his SPINE He stared Int ~
fog. Had some one passed hin
oe had he imagined IT.
he hated this sensation--as of -
inde0nabls dread - which twice,
row. had oppressed him.
A hand rested on his shouldeg.
Kearney twisted about with .
cry. The man IN the white raincoat
stood just behind him. And. stock
still, peering into the others face: !:
"Good Lord" Kearney exclaimed
Joyfully. "it's Dawson Haigf"
Eileen watched from the rail un-
I'll fog hanging over the docksIde
swallowed up Mats figure. She
turned and looked at Jack Rattray.
Seeing her expression:
"whntever's the matter. Eileenf"
said he.
"Oh. ! don't know, Jack |" she 70.
piled. She was angry with herself.
I'm behaving like q perfect little
idiot tonight. And II you ask me
why. can't tell you. It's Just fin.
jams Except that ! think it began
with . horrible looking man wear.
Ing . fur-collared overcoaty"
oh" said Rattray, conscieus
that duty called him but hsil
against his viii BY the girls unae-
eonntabie mood. when did yos
see this furry birdf And was 4 hia
collar or his overcoat you didn't
iikef"
His faceI Hs looked into. The
open door Of my stateroom while
Matt was up In your cabin. I saw
his reflection In my hand mirror.
When ] turned. he wasn't there"
do you mean he was actually IN
the room-fur collar and allY'
"No-foolish idiot He was stand
Ing just In the doorway, and he was
smiling :. the most horrible smile
Imaginable"
IAN Englishmanf"
"Oh, no. he wasn'ti A China.
man."
"A Chinamanl In q fur codtl
No wonder yon were shaken up 4"
There was queer musky smell.
too"
Have you seen him SINGER"
yes saw him afterwards on
the docksIde. looking up at me-"
Il think that settles IT," said
Jack Rattray reassuringly. There
was bunch of STUFF shipped by a
Chinese agency down LImehouse
way for firm In Sydney. Some
d--n silly mistake. They're hauling
II out now--n HI of n job-from
Number Three hold This oriental
bird was probably the hnlf-wit re-
sponsible. IT'S given me more trou.
bic than the specie"
THE specie?"
Yes We're II Spanish galleon
this trip. Eileen" Rattray smiled
his slow smile "Minted gold from
the Bank Of England. consigned to
the Commonwealth Bank Of Aus
tralia. Look It's Just coming
aboard. Two miiiionsi Well,
must slip OF now. They've rushed
this little 10, aboard us mt the last
n, moment ..- and I've % sot to ers a.. &C.: sss: !
IN with n hook ana. n you like, ,cIn
have n nightcap sent along IN about
haif an hour. Leave II TO me-"
You're a Kind Pig" said Eileen.
and squeezed his arm affection.
ately. a,
She had known Jack Rattrays for
three years. He had introduced her
to Dawson Haig In Colombo--only
a year ago. uaE
AS he went on with his slow ttns
strides. she turned and entered her
cabin.
Looking at the books on tho rack
and pulling wry face, she con-
templated unpacking yet to b
done. She had been on board since
noon, and knew she was desperate
iy lazy. But. them Dawson Haig
had stayed to lunch when II was
announced that the ship couldn't
sail-and Matt. the good angel. hal
clung on to the last possible min
ute.
"Oh, bother" she said.
She was tired but excited. Her
mental condition puzzled her. This
was not the tirst time she had trav-
eled alone. She was used to the
sea and had taken her maiden voy-
age at the age Of twelve.
The memory OF that strange
lemon-yellow face. glimpsed be-
tween upraised flaps Of an astrak-
han collar and the pulled down
brim of soft black hat, haunted
her ridlculously or course. the
man was some Chinese shipping
agent. The apparent evil of his
smile might have been no more
than distorted reflection In the
mirror
She wondered if Dawson HaiG
would write.
Queer, that odor. like musk. Il
seemed to hang about.
Yes. she would turn In and read.
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