Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1938-04-01
CHAPTER 10

ial wax and comforts his face muscles
to achieve the desired effect. And
now he has what he desired-the
wealth of the ship!"
"But, Mr.. Svendrup," the Captain
interrupted, "you forgot that we are
on board ship. How can the man get
away? In a few hours we'll nave
him."
"Who, the priest2"
eyes, he'll probably be IN one OF
his many DISCUSSES. Of course ne
likely to discard his priests disguise;
that. he may never use again. Or do
YOU think that he will appear at break
fast attired in his clerical garb?"
"Shall we try to capture him now"
suggested Young, starting for the
door.
"It is useless but we will lgo to his
cabin" l remarked.
We went first to Father Godefroy's
cabin. It was empty-looking, in
deed. as if it had never been occupied.
Part of his clothes were in the closet
but his trunk was gone; even the cake
of soap had been taken. The towel
was still damp as if someone had just
dried his or her hands. Upon the
table lay a note. Young read it with
an angry voice:
Esteemed Gentlemen of the SAT-
ETY. Vault Watch:
"You will be astonished at the or
der of my cabin, but remember that
in our seminary, orderliness was one
of the principal rules. And yet, only
today, slipped, forgot to change my
shoes. l noticed Mr.. Svendrup's in
crest in them too late-which only
owes that he possesses very sharp
lists eyes. But 1, too, had sharp
IS when 1 saw Mr.. Svendrups pal
.e-in fact, 1 fell in love with it
and 1 have appropriated it. Mr..
Svendrup-and my other poor artist
shall not suffer any great loss thru
me and so 1 have left a five pound
note on his table to pay for the pallet
te. Surely, he will be glad to receive
such a good price for it.
''I wish you all happy good morn
ing.
'Your humble servant,
"James Godefroy
"Ex-Father."
"The scoundrel!" blazed Young,
after reading the fake priests amaz-
ing note.
was stunned-a boundless anger
gripped me-yet 1 nut exercise self
control. This vanishing william has
my palette, has discovered and stolen
my jewel-loot, no doubt!
must hold my tongue dare not
let anyone note my confusion.
"What did he mean about your
palette?" aked Young.
THAT'S what I would like to know"
"Oh, it's his way of sneering; it's
pure scorn," concluded the Captain
and so saved me from my dilemma
temporarily.
"Was it a costly palette?" enquir-
ed Young.
eff he really put five pound note
there in exchange then I am great
ly overpaid," 1 answered.
"Was he really the steward?" quer-
led the Mate, changing the subject,
luckily for me.
"He was" said 1. "Also he was
the Captain when he went into Lady
Auckland cabin. He was the invis-
ible one who tried to commit murder
in Cabin No. 13, and he was many
more. but, 1 wonder who he is when
he is himselfw
No one answered.
"And I almost arrested you, Mr..
Svendrup!" exclaimed the ships de-
tective. And at this moment Young
did not have the least suspicion that
before many hours were past-he
would arrest me.
Young and 1 then ordered guard
of ships officers to go through the
vessel searching for fake priest.
But no trace of him was to be found.
The stolen jewels, the trunk Of the
priest, and he himself had complete
ly disappeared as if melted into thin
air. Yet we all knew that "Father"
Godefroy was among US in one of his
DISCUSSES. And I alone knew how
he really looked because I had once
encountered a man who shot with a
noiseless revolver. But-could it be
the same man?
Some hours later there occurred
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