The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-01-27
copyrisht NEA 1895

cleaned in the light from the cabin
and the after deck.
Her bag in hand, Julia hesitated
by the small gangplank which led
to the deck. But just then a white
uniformed figure appeared from the
cabin and touched his cap.
I'm Capt. Bakely. Looking for
the Wood Nymph?"
Julia told him that she was. I'm
Miss Craig, and believe Mr.. Wood
1ord said should be here about g."
"Of course, Miss Craig. Come
right aboard and I'll show you to
your stateroom. Mr.. Woodford
and the other guests aren't aboard
yet"
When Bakely had taken Julia to
her stateroom and deposited her
bag on the berth, he paused a mo-
ment at the door Please make
yourself at home, Miss Craig. There
are deck chairs aft"
Thank you. I think I'll Just stay
here while"
He nodded. "IIl tell Mr.. Wood
ford when he comes that you're
aboard"
NIHEN Bakely had gone, Julia
W looked about her. The state
room was small, but very pleasant
and furnished in quiet taste. She
wondered whether she should ac-
cept the captains invitation to sit
on the after deck, but at length de-
cided not.
Bakely might not know that the
owner had invited her as an en-
tertainer rather than guest. The
safest thing, Julia told herself,
would be to remain in her state
room until Woodford arrived.
Taking magazine from little
table in the corner of the room, she
sat down to read. She read through
one story and began another. Then,
impatient, she looked at her watch.
1t was after 10, but she had heard
no one come aboard, yet the gang
plank was quite close to the port
holes of her stateroom.
But he said they wouldn't leave
until late" Julia told herself, and
resumed her reading.
When another hour passed, how
ever, with no word from Woodford,
she began to wonder. All she had
heard were vague sounds from be-
low her, possibly in the engine COM
partment-and the occasional soft
footballs of some one on deck above.
She was about to put on her coat
and go above when there was a
light knock at her door. It was
Capt. Bakely.
tI've just had word from the club
house that MIR. Woodford telephoned
and said ther'd be some delay in
getting the rest of his party aboard.
He suggested you needn't wait up
unless you wanted to-"
TULIA thanked him, relieved-and
u decided that she wouldn't wait
up. After all, the day in the Office
and the ensuing excitement of
Woodford's interview hadn't pre-
pared her to be at her best.
I'll get good nights rest" she
tod herself, land see what the
world holds in the morning"
A moment later she was between
the sheets of the berth and the
stateroom was in darkness. With
the water tapping rhythmically
against the hull of the boat, Julia
was soon asleep.
She awakened with a star, con-
scious of new, yet still rhythmic,
sound. Enthusiastically, it was the
sound of the yachts engines. Julia
tossed back the covers of the berth
and looked from a portfolio. Dock
and gangplank were gone!
All she could see was an expanse
of water which dissolved into the
pitch blackness of the sky.
But beyond the soft throb of the
engines and the swish of the hull
driving through the water, there
seemed to be not another sound
aboard.
ITO he COntinuedl