Evening star., 1938-02-01

daily. When Denise Hampden is
brought in the burly superintendent
fys into rage. 1t seems that she
passed her Grams and made out her
shipping papers under the name OF
"Dents," then persuaded Jones OF
the home Office to let her take the
5ob. MdcCauley finally agrees to
let her stay long enough to earn
her passage back. They are stand
ting on the deck lDhen a tall young
man comes along the pier. greets
them cheertully and Is gruNy re-
piled to by MacCauley.
CHAPTER
-HE tall, blond Englishman scru-
tinized the feminine newcomer,
ignoring the question demand
i ed of him by MacCauley. His
level blue eyes paid polite tribute to
the slight tan of Denise's eager, win
some face and perfection of her 1.-the
body.
MacCauley cursed softly. Il asked
you what the devil you were doing
down here" he rumbled, and his tone
was menacing.
Blue eyes completed their leisurely.
minute tour of inspection. Thin lips
flickered in smile. Have you got
what I ordered, Mr.. Roche?"
The seaman chuckled, an interested
spectator to the danger-laden rebuff
that he had just witnessed. Right
on deck Mr.. Christopher. Everything
you wanted"
Denise felt that the interchange of
formal names was merely to acquaint
her with Mr.. Christopher. She Won
dered what he did on the island; he
certainly didn't have anything to do
with the Jones-MacCauley Co., that
much was. evident. Why was the
superintendent so hostile toward him?
She instinctively knew that the an
tagonism was fostered and maintained
by MacCauley; for some queer, unju-
titled reason, she considered that the
hglishman was above such pettiness.
AS the calm blue eyes left her and
turned to her belligerent companion
she experienced curious slackening
of pulse. Her heart must have been
pounding violently for her to note such
difference-almost of relief. Not
desiring to guess what had acceler-
ated the speed of her blood, she
flushed deeply. If the cool-mannered
Englishman noticed the blush, he
gave no indication. Denise was CRATE
full to him for that.
Christopher leaped over the taft
rail onto the deck of the schooner,
moving with the ease and suppleness
of panther. Smilingly, he took pos
session of several large bundles that
stood by an open hatch, examining a
bill OF lading.
Arms akimbo. MacCauley watched,
sullen expression on his dark face.
Denise studied him for the first time
in the short moments that she had
known him.
He was q powerful man, but his
clothing was unworthy Of his stature
Filthy. Impressed Palm Beach dunga-
rees hung like draperies- around his
long. tough legs. His dirty white
shirt was half open at the throat,
disclosing a hairy, sunburnt chest.
Beneath the fine weave Of the fabric.
thick. muscles knotted and twisted
over wide. brawny shoulders and back.
Heavy. black brows stood in a
straight line above his lancet-like,
deep-set brown eyes. His nose was
thin; his lips cruel and sensual. The
square that was his chin was covered
WUi q tylh To inl hi
head high upon his shoulders, con-
scious of his physical power.
Denise unconsciously contrasted him
with the -complexioned English
man. Christopher was nearly as large
as MacCauley, broad shoulders taper
ing down to a slim, flat-hipped waist,
Tank forearms sineWy with cords that
rippled along the wrist and elbows,
disappearing underneath the neatly
rolled sleeves Of clean white shirt.
His skin was bronzed and weather.
beaten, yet Denise was sure that 1t
was soft to the touch despite the
hardness Of the flesh that was un-
derneath. It was his face that held
her interest. Long without being
narrow, his head was crowned by fine
blond hair combed straight back from
his high forehead. His eyes looked
squarely and challengingly at every
thing before him, and Denise found
them exciting and strangely provo
cative Of things that she had come to
Timora to forget.
Christopher strained under the
weight Of one Of the packages and
carried 1t to the gunwales of the
schooner. Resting moment, he
passed 1t over the slight gap Of water
to q swarthy. be-turbaned individual
whom Denise noticed for the first
time
Obiously, she thought, the man was
Chrstopehr's servant. But he didn't
look like servile person; there was
reserved nobility about the startling
purity OF his features. She guessed
that he was native of British India
by the darkness of his skin and the
brightly colored headcloth. Like his
master, the servant piqued her curl
osity.
We'll" MacCauley grunted, rudely
breaking into her thoughts, lets 70
up to the Office and see what is to be
done" He glanced about him and
raised his voice in a terrifying shout,
"Pearson"
The youngster came running out Of
the long. low supply shed which
ranged along the dock. whats up?"
he asked, and then he saw Denise and
stopped dead still.
Where was Harry going this morn
mg?" the superintendent asked with
out the ceremony Of introducing
Denise.
He went up the river to the
dammar loading" Pearson replied.
Did he say he was coming back
tonight?"
mo"
"Well, he's going TO-. Take the