Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-10-30

yacht and you've shown me that II
works."
81 did," queried the amazed artist
Sir Herbert went on:
"The grim scene you saw last night
was not a dream. Two years ago
George Frawley left this yacht for
the last time and his television set
seems to have served as trap. Last
right the etheric waves were captured
by it and the images thrown on the
screen, which you mistook for mir
ror. It is true that my brother, whose
character I detest, but who is, never
theless, a wonderful scientist, has
overcome the difficulties which have
stopped other scientists"
The artist was lost in thought for
moment . j. then he spoke:
"Your brother is a genius, but why
was he so imprudent in leaving re-
ceiving set behind which would betray
him."
"When George Frawley was travel
ing on this yacht" replied Sir Herbert
"his invention was still on paper. He
began by constructing receiving set,
as that is the easiest to build and
planned to devise the sending set
later. He disappeared before finish
ing his work, but last nights occur
ence proves without a doubt that he
continued the job and succeeded. He
left behind him this receiving set, per-
haps the only one in the world"
"And the sending set-where is it -
Sir Herbert did not hesitate an in
slant in answering:
cts in the library where George
Frawley, a few hours ago, tortured
that woman; the controls were on the
cabinet on which she must have been
leaning. A chance motion of the girl,
a pressure of her elbow or hand on
the switch 1. e. and distance was span
ned. Hundreds of miles away you
saw everything that happened, and
the phenomena ceased abruptly as she
walked away from the cabinet"
''Sir Herbert, can't we go to this
girls help?"
Frawley bowed his head in despair.
"You heard what Captain Murray
said. How can we search through all
those countries to find the one where
he isl"
The artist was silent. A long mo-
ment passed. Then Jean observed:
"You and your brother greatly re-
semble one another"
"Only a family resemblance" ans
wered Sir Herbert. "The dim light
softened the differences. I'll show
you his picture"
The baronet led the young man to
the library and opened an album.
"Here he is" Sir Herbert said
turning his eyes away from the hard
eyed, harsh-mouthed photograph Of
his brother.
"I recognize him now" responded
the artist. cts true, there's only q
slight resemblance. The features are
similar, but there is neither the same
look nor the same expression"
Absently Jean turned the pages ov'
er one by one. Suddenly he looked al
the last page and cried out:
"This girl it's the same one =.
the blonde Woman!"
Sir Herbert blanched, tore the bool
from his hands.
"It's not true! That's the photo
graph of a girl now dead! Tell me
you're mistaken"
'I don't understand. You say thi:
girl is dead, yet the woman 1 saw
last night was this same one {
little older perhaps, but ;. :"
The baronet was no longer listen
ing. Falling into a chair, he burs
into sobs.
On either side of the yacht lay low
banks about three miles apart. The
Gypsy was running at reduced speed
over murky, quiet waters, coveret
with ships-cargo boats with huge
deck loads of lumber, Golfers belch
ing black smoke.
These steamers sounded sirens like
the call of leviathan, waking distant
echoes. Small boats puffed fussil.
between the masses of the larger
ships. A beautiful fourmaster. toWet
by tiny tug, glided outward like {
stately swan.
AS they advanced the shore became
more and more congested with build