Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-01-19
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happy" said Wen Yang.
But he's started out for the
afternoon boat. hasn't he? I'll
find him at the landing stage
won't -"
She seemed to read the answer
before it was uttered and closed
her eyes so that she would not
have to look her unhappiness in
the face.
No" said Wen Yang. "He
was gone this morning, before the
mist had cleared under the sun"
A FTER Shanghai. the Thalia
~ look in at Manila. then
stepped across the Pacific to
Honolulu and headed for the
Panama Canal. She was making
a world cruise and her passen-
gers talked of French wine. the
great bull of Crete. Moorish
arabesques, and the Sacred River
of India.
Cabot, with a thousand years
of sleep to make up. lay in a
deck-chair and spoke TO no one.
Though tasting this mental rag
out of the air. which was filled
with female chatter. he still was
able to open or -close his atten-
ton like a door and he sheltered
himself behind an invisible wall.
like the deaf No one on the
Thalia spoke to him twice.
Every morning. when the decks
were still empty nc went for
ward and exercised Manchu: at
night he took the dog out again.
the leash in one hand. his walk
ing stick-tnIhe-o thar. II was a
beautiful dark Malacca which he
had found in London for seven
guineas, early in his travels, and
he had kept Il ever since.
Manchu had queer hatred of
1t as though he knew that it was
the only other thing in the world
that the master loved Besides
a few minutes with Manchu,
Cabot worked for a hard hour
every day initiating the handwrit-
ing of peer Bob -Annesiey He
signed "R. H. Annesley." and
''R bert II. Annesley" and
Robert Hilton Annesley" thou
sands of times.
Annesley had had a curious
way Of writing his "e,s. like 3
turned backward Cabot filled
pages with those "e's" until they
began 10 run freely off the point
of his pen He had two brief
notes which 8nuEEtcV- haa-YpFit-
ten and these gave him nearly
all the. other letters Of the alpha
bet as the dead man had made
them. except * and - bat
there are not so very many
words With All * or in
them. so that he felt fairly Sc
cure
But there were several difficult
ties. the chief Of which vas An
nesley's habit Of writing and at
the" in a sort of flowing scribble.
To WEAKNESS, Cabot practiced
with his pen and at the same
time" and at the boat. and
at the house. until the phrase
came out fluently. but he never
could be quite sure that he has
not put an extra wriggle in or
left one out.
There was hardly one chance
In ten thousand that he ever
would be forced to write in the
hand of Annesley, but in a mat
ter of life and death the ten
thousandth chance needs watch
Ing.
IN THE monotony Of these days
there was nothing painful 10
Cabot for there was growing in
him. hour by hour. a hungry ex-
pectancy For twelve years nc
had been a man without a coun-
try and he needed all the time
Of the loag passage TO list item
by item the things for which he
had been starved.
They were through the Pan
ANA Canal and out in the soupy
heat of the Caribbean before he
spoke to a soul on the ship. II
was night and he was up on the
top deck with Manchu. standing
near the forward rail where the
lashed canvas sagged into a hard.
trembling belly before the head
wind, when yapping little
Pekinese got away from its mis-
tress and flew at Manchu with
sharp cries of rage.
The mistress was a big young
woman clad in an evening gown
and mantle that made a blowing
mist of white. so that she looked
like a bride in a storm. She
screamed when she saw that her