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Cynthia-of-the-M inute
Copyright 1911 By Louis Joseph I a nee '
( Cob tisaatioß of Chapter XXXX.)
"No! Hoar me out. I‘ve got to say j
it. . .’. I love you. 1 de|ir. 1 1 love you-;
with every breath and thought and in
r-lnet I’ve been loring •you from the
first—l. too. know it ttvw. an® know bow<
desperately I’ve ben loving you. AU
• -long I >n»w that thia was hi n» strug
’ ‘ gttn* for expreasion,, but . . 1 touidn t
let It co*h* out. I dared not. for fear
of—just thh. what we-ve come to face
now. 4»ere. Anally. ..el don t’doubt it
was my fault; meet are so made: though
I did what I cooM to hide m$ feeting.
I see now that alL.along.l ve been court
ing you Cynthia. making fov< tw you.
insensibly to mySelf «nd perhaj* to you. j
but npne the less actually wooing you.
dear, because I loved you. -. But .- . •. ’**!
His will was weaker than his neces
sity He had need tn pdpe and Sum
mon more strength to' pause and sum
bare the truth to her. •» .. - .J •
"Then." the sirTsaid. wondering, hurt
and since you lov* me.
why—?" I
"Becadse.' he said In voice (hat she
hardly -recognised. It has pleased God so
to order my affairs that I have al- 1
ready a wife. . I may not love you nor
lang for you nor even worship your
sweetness and dearness from a distance—
because 1 am married "
His hands left her shoulders: free, she
tottered, turned, and reeled toward the
forward port, blindly seeking air. Crit
tenden saw the shadow -of her head
against the opening, then with a sense of
suffocation bred of his futile rage against
himself, his hatred and contempt and de
spair of himself, he turned as instinctive
ly to the sole outlet for his feelings—
the lock that held them in this heart
rending Intimacy, the lock that was re
£ appnsible for all this needless pain and
suffering; needless, at least, this night.
He fell to his knees before the door,
struck a match, found the screwdriver,
and attacked the lock with a concentrat
ed ferocity, as though he held it a malig
nant foe. *
While he worked he could hear Cyn
thia behind him fighting to restrain sobs
that were shaking her in great, stormy
gusts, torturing and exhausting her with
demoniac strength. For all that, few
were audible—short, dry. painful jests
of sound that stretched him no less than
' her upon a rack of anguish. ...
With a final, frantic wrench he tore
the lock away. thrust the shank of the
screwdriver through the keyhole and
pried the door open. <'
Then, rising. "Cynthia." he called soft
ly. shivering.
He heard her shift and move toward
him. and he stood out of her path.
f A faint glimmer of light shifting down
the alleyway from the illumination In
'the dining saloon showed him her face,
set and drawn and white with a ghostly
pallor. Her eyes were fixed and steady,
seeing only what lay ahead. She moved
with the intent, unconscious air of a
somnambulist. -*
’Cynthia . .
She paused, just perceptibly, her Pale
lips moving, "Tee?"
“Cynthia." he said. “I—l’m sorry. Cyn
thia." \
She nodded automatically, meeting his
eyes with the same stunned stare “Yes.”
«he assented wearily; "you must be. I
know that. We are both sorry. But
* Her sweet, lips softened and
quivered "Good night.” she said in a
. choking breath; and so went from him.
finding her way by some subliminal sense'
since she could not see its turnings for
her, blinding tears. >( »
ft > X
AITERMATH
With but little hesitation, worked upon
imperatively by his solicitude. Critten
den quietly followed Cymhia. He might
not rest until he knew that she was safe
in, her. stateroom in the company and
care of Madame Savgran—for whose cap
abilities he shared profbund respect with
al! who came within the bounds of her
sphere of influence and activity. With
Madame, he felt. Cynthia would be more
safe than anywhere else, under the con
ditions—still somewhat nebulous tn bls
intelligence— then obtaining aboard the
vessel. Whether oriot’ the attack upon
Rhode and his downfall spelled anarchy,
a reign of misrule on the Cynthia, re
mained »Ib question. Os one thing alone
couM Crittenden be sure; that the ship
was not large enough to shelter both
himself and Claret . . .
Captain Lobb he could regard without
corrosive animosity. Crittenden bore
the man no good will, but was reason
able. His attitude when discovered by
Lobb—with pistol poised apparently <m
a point of choice alone—had been suffi
cient warrant for Kis‘ prompt disarma
ment by the handiest method. So with
Ixtbb he could rest content to settle at
any opportune time. But Claret—a rattle
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' officer of thg Cynyila. . . .
' Thy slender, spraying shape of whit*.
1 rroptng its way .through the tenebrious
obscurity of .the -passages, led him like
'a lodestar. He -trd ledit with caution
’at a distance. Jest AyntMa become aware
"of the attention.. Though determined to
see that she regained her stateroom un
' molested, he was no less resolved that
she should never again, by any act or
word 4f Ji|». .be rptnindeti of his interest
or evsrv-if he equid fin# away to efface
hwnself—of his extstefice. The wrong
that ‘he had done* her Jtankled like cor
|ruptlon Ip his thought*, blighting every
, normal instinct, not ewsn second in his
'estimation to foul injury conceived
in the vfctousnese of f’larei’s imaging
I'On.
From' the very beginning. Crittenden
told himtelf. he had played the cur In
all i)!q association with her. He loathed
himself for the readiness with which he
had made place for her image in his
! heart, fsr the fondness with which he
I had in secret dwelt upon the thought of
her. for the love of her that he had appre
| hended without a quiv*r of resistance.
: telling himself What he knew in his
heart to be false, that she should never
dream of It; for the eagerness which
had marked his anticipations of thglr
meetings and <he sweetness he had tast
ed of her naive acceptance Os him in
the guise -of friend and. confidant.
Through these things .glone. which he
could have averted and rendered as noth
ing by the least show of Indifference (he
fancied), had love grown up between
them. . . , And even within the hour
he had prove himself the egotist be
yopd pardon or redemption, through the
weakness with which he had yielded to
.the temptation to justify himself in her
eyes by the declaration of his love. True,
he had spoken simple truth but a. a
denial, a brutally contemptuous attitude
would have quenched her passion in.its
inception; whereas his course bad |>een
calculated solely to feed fuel to its flamg
Though through som* such false cruelty
on his part, she had learned to despise
the thought of him. and wpuld so all her
days, still would he have earned the right
to hold his head up with the highest
among men, have proven himself more
kind and true.to her by playing traitor
to their love. \
Before him. in the alley way, the shad-1
owy shape of white .faltered. He too
paused. He heard her try the knob of
her stateroom door, then Iter uncertain
Spock, and an Instant later the inar
ticulate, mellow tones of Madame Sa
vgran’s voice.
Cynthia said. in a breath: “It is I,
Cynthia- .„
There was a sound of something
heavy being dragged away from the
door, followed by a rattle of yielding
wards and bolts. An oblong of- light
fell across the alleyway, showing Cyn
thia like a gifost. madame <a figure for
laughter, mature charms too candidly
displayed in the too-youthful revelation
of her nightdress, wig and cap disposed
at conflicting but mutually impossible
angles. Then, again the passage was
darkened. Crittenden stole softly aft.
The upper saloon resejnbled what was
visible to him of the lower, in its empti
ness. He swung lightly down the- com
panionway, rage like a fire burning in
his and surprised Acklin In the
business of away a litter of
pottles and glasses at the end of one of
the tables.
The little Londoner showed < fab* of
care and anxiety, when he looked tip at
the sound of' footsteps. Seeing Critten
den, he put aside his fray and cam* to
meet him midway in the saloon. With a
finger to’ his lips admonishing caution.'
“Miss Br’yce, sir?” he asked quickly.
"She’s in ’et sty teroom. .syfe?"
"Yea” Crittenden answered, pausing.
“Thanks to you. Where’s, ha
pursued without-a break. rvf’
Acklin threw a quick glance at the
clock on the after transverse. “ ”Ardly
six bells, sir." he commented. "He’ll be
on-the bridge, still.” ’ i'’
• "AH right,” said Crittenden brusquely.
He swung on his heel to gi back up
the 'companion, at the same timtf feel
ing in his pocket for Madame Sa varan’s
revolver.
‘Beg pardon? sir—” ' • •’*
"Later-e-rh talk to you l*ter."i ’
“No, sir, now—if you’ll pardon,’-’ In
sisted the" steward, darting forward and'
catcfiing his sleeve as Crittenden put
foot on the lowest step. “Just a word
of advice —you must ’ear me. sir. You’re
thinkin' of shuttln’ ‘is mouth. I tyke it?”
“I am," said Crittenden grimly*. “Has
he been talking, do you know,?"
K “I think not, sir. ,’E's been too busy
ever since; .’e’s navigatin' officer ' and
pilot in one. as you might say. That's
what 1 wanted to tell you. sir. ’E’s the
only .man that knows .these waters well
enough to tyke the ship syfely through
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them, and if 'e’s interfered with before
we come ’to anchor the chawnces are
she’ll pile up on a sunken reef. She’s
in the thick of them now. sir. I ’ope
ypu'll overlook the liberty, but ’ad’nt you
better wyte tillf'e comes off the bridge,
rather than risk the lives of all of us?”
Scowling with Impatience, Crittenden
shook his arm free. "You’re right,” he
agreed reluctantly. ”1 didn't know
about our position—or rather, I’d forgot
ten what it ought to be just now. "Make
yoyr mind easy; I’ll hold off till she
makes her anchoYage.”
"Thankee, sir. That’s all I wanted to
s’y,” Humbly the steward turned to his
interrup'ted task. c
For a few moments Crittenden lingered,
watching him curiously. Then abruptly:
“Acklin—?” said he.
The man hesitated inquiringly.
“What's your interest in oqr side of
this business, Acklin?” demanded Crit
tenden, coming closer. “Why are you so
concerned for us, rather than for
side of the biggest guns?”
A strange look, unintelligible, crossed
the steward's/face: then, when, he seemed
on the point of some impulsive disclos
ure,- reticence clouded his eyes like a
palpable film. • ; *’
“I don’t ‘old with such goin’s-on,” he
said a thought sullently; /‘that is, not
where women’s concerned. ,I’ve always
tried to be as decent as most men—aver
age honest and square; It was only ’ard
'luck made me turn me 'and to this sort
of thing. And there wasn’t a word about
women in the articles I signed on to, sir
much less about robbery and worse.”
“Worse—”
“I’ve picked up a word or two, 'ere and
there, sir; they don't p’y much ‘eed to
the likes of me, you know; nothin’ defi
nite, so to speak; just ’lnts that they’d
like to get rid of the old lydy—beg par
don. Madame Savaran.”
“And Miss Grayce?”
“They ‘aven’t said much about ’er
while I was in ’earin’, sir,” said the man
obliquely.
“What about Rhode? Have they won
him over?”
Acklip shook a dubious head. “I
wouldn’t like to s’y, sir. 'E ’olds out
strong and per’aps it'.s only my suspi
ciousness makes me think ’e’s weak
enin'.” *
“Oh . i - ” said Crittenden thought
fully.
“Is .that, all, sir?'* Acklin made as if to
take up a heavily, laden tray. "I wouldn't
like, to be caught ’talkin—’’
“Os course. ""Yes, that's all, just now.
Gpod-night—and if y*e get out of this
alive, Acklin. and I have the chance,. I’ll
do what I can (or you.”
. “Thankee, air. I’ll s’y the syme, if I
m’y tyke the liberty. ’ Good-night ”
His mood shadowed with profound dis
quiet, Crittenden turned and slowly reas
cepded the companionway.
Stepping quietly out pn deck, he found
It quite deserted: the only figures visible
.were overhea.d, on the bridge, where a
knot of heads arid shoulders bulked back
against the shimmering heavens. Severa!
men were there, in consultation over
and more or less tense attendance upon
the ticklish (ask of navigation. In their
.number Crittenden thought to distinguish
Lobb and Claret, but without surety. At
all events, he considered Acklin’s coun
sel had been that of supererogation: only
a madman would have dreamed of
bearding the first officer against such
overwhelming odds.
None the less, the hour would strike
•• j ■
He feet his teeth upon his purpose
neither tq forget nor yet to weaken, and
moved noiselessly forward, placing him
feelf it . the rail directly beneath -the
bridge., - ‘,. .’. !
Here he foSmd himself in ' Close ac
quaintance with every phase of their
position. The Cynthia was approaching
| the conclusion of her voyage; the omin
-1 ous finis to her story was imminent.
Some distance ahead, insensibly gain
ing breadth and ,the seeming of sub
stantiality, an island of fair site loomed
dark and dense in the midst of the im
mense glimmering spaces of sea and
sky; like the pendant of a necklace, a
great stone In a chain of lesser stones,
or like the parent of a brood of tiny,
nameless little Islands, mere outcrop
pings sf ’sand and coral—pin-prick dots
■upon the charts. \
Crittenden had scant doubt about the
identity of the larger shape of land: it
Coffin Cay, as Rhode called it.
Toward it at snail’s pace the Cynthia
shouldered on. seeming with an effect
of sentience to pick and choose its peril
ous channel, forging sullenly through a
pale, ’ glamorous,' Incredibly- fathomless
vault of night. On either hand a multi
tude of dangers veined the burnished
ebofiy of the sea With a network of
threads of dim, smouldering,' phosphores
cent greens and purples, or splashed it
with wide areas of milky fire where the
waters In their Imperceptible swell
creamed over submerged lellge and reef
awash or along the pale shining beaches
of the congregation of islets.
Old, livid, and deformed, the wrath
of a world long cold, a late moon hung
a little ways above the eastern horison.
its spectral rays tempering With wan
pallor the starlit shades, manufacturing
in the vast, calm, night-enfolded void a
simulacrum of false dawn- -The waters
glassed In darkly
An affection of suspense hung in the
atmosphere as if it w*re impregnated
with some strange, stimulating gas.
Crittenden himself was sensitive to it.
He found his'nerves tense with expec
tancy. as though he hung upon the issue
of some terrible succession of events, his
every sense and, instinct alert to probe
the meaning of each common but weirdly
significant incident and sound.*.
From the bows came the canorous
drone of the leadsmen; from the
bridge a soft .scuffle of feet, the, whine
of a steering quadrant wanting grease,
laconic directions (Claret’s w>ice) —
“Sta’boardr”—"So!” —“Steady!” “Keep
her off!”—ntiphonafc the ”Aye-aye, sir!”
of the fellow at the wheel, occasionally
a brief, subdued', mutter of comment
from the bystanders; constantly from
the interioj- of the ship the hasteless
heave and rumble of machinery checked
to half-speed and less, obedient to the
jangle and clanking of the engine-room
telegraph, as incessantly from under the
bows a guggling, down the sides a sibi
lant swash'-.
After some time, wearying and grow
ing restive under thre s(r*in of waiting,
Crittenden took a turn down the deck.
Soft-stepping, he came to the rail
abaft the smoking-room, and stopped
to analyze the discovery that the ves
sel was being followed by another;
astern and far, a cluster of lights
flanked by green and red dogged the
wake of the Cynthia, turning and twist
ing to the convolutions of the tortuous
trail she blazed—a way visible long
after she had passed, in the smoking
phosphorescence of the waterST . .
“The Orion.” he surmised.
Later, attracted by a mumble of
voices behind him, he turned and him
self unseen, acquired a vivid mental
sketch of a scene revealed by the open
door of the smoking' room; of three
men grouped round a table, with a bot
tle and glasses before them; on the one
hand fhurlow, indolently smoking, in
differently amused; Perez on the other,
leaning forward, his stout person ani
mated ano his hands vivacious with a
vehemence of argument and exposition;
Rhoda between the two sitting with
folded ar/ns in stony mutiny-, like an
incarnate j bldsh of humiliation due to
the ignomy of the pass to which lack
of foresight and confidence misplaced
had brought him.
So, apparently, he was not yet rene
gade—won over, like sardonic Provi
dence, to-the side with the heaviest ar
tillery! . .' .
Thoughtful. Crittenden moved forward
again. ’Ob the way he was passed by
an exhilarated person, one of the ship’s
officers—Greenaway—without attracting
his notice. Then he heard the mans
voice at the smoking room window.
‘ThurtoW? Shay, Lobb wansh you—
wansh ' send I wireless’s message to
Orion.”
“AU right. Coming.”
Crittenden drew back into the shad
ow of an . angle; the wireless operator
passed him, unseeing and heedless:
Greenaway unquestionably yielded to the
allure of tire bottle and joined the par
ty in the smoking-room.
Watching Thurlow clamber to the
bridge, slip hastily down again and.
turning, descend the companion ladder
to his box on the main deck, a sugges
tion stirred in Crittenden’s thoughts
and was instantly forgotten in the dis
covery that Claret, too, was leaving the
bridge. Coffin Cay was now enfolding
the Cynthia in wideSprekding arms; the
first officer had been relieved of his
onerodj^uties as pilot, Lobb resuming
supreme authority; and as Crittenden
paugtytjsight. of Claret the ship awaken
ed to a volley of orders and commands,
the scurrying footsteps of seamen on
the for.ward deck, the expiring groan
of the engines as they ceased to turn
the screw, and the rattle and clank of
the lower chains.
Within five minutes the ship swung
at anchor, still and peaceful save for
the spirting crackle of wireless and the
jubilant voices of those gathered in the
smoking room for a final toast to suc
cess before seeking their berths.
To both circumstances Crittenden was
equally indifferent. He had pursued
Claret down the main companionway
Ind halted him as he turned to go aft
> his cabin.
"Claret!” he cried in an arresting
voice as his feet found the deck of
the dining saloon.
Start Jed, the first officer wheeled; and
recognising that they were alone, lost
a little of the color beneath hts iallow,
brownish skin. . z
“Well?” he demanded, with an ag
gressive feint. “What do you want?”
His giance traveled from Crittenden’s
dark and immobile face to the hand
that presented to him the muzzle of
Madame Savaran’s beautiful little re
volver? Still more alkrmed, he made art
instinctive gesture toward his coat
pocket, but thought better of it.
“Ysu*fe armed?” demanded Critten
den.
"No,** said the other, transparently.
"Turn round,” Crittenden commanded.
“Now-iLbands above head.” He
walked up to the man, thrust the nose
of hiy weapon Ihto the back of his
neck, and coolly explored the pocket
Claret’s, motion had betrayed. It con
tained a heavy navy revolver.
“Liar,” observed Crittenden reflective
ly. He threw both weapons, his own
as well as the first officer’s, across the
saloon table. “Now,” he pursued In a
level voice, “we’re on even terms. Why
did you lock Miss Grayce in the state
room with me?”
“What’s that to you?” Claret tried io
bluster, turning.
"Answer my question! Why—?’
“I didn't mean—” Claret stammered,
his face ashen. “Joke—”
"Whom have you told about it? Tell
the trqth, you contemptible hound!”
Plainly Claret meditated mendacity,
but from a shifty glance at Critten
den’s blazing eyes found reason to
change his mind. "Captain Lobb,” he
said sullenly; "Mr. Perez . . . ” ■
"No One else?”
"Greenaway, mean any harm.
It was simply a joke—”
"Very well,” Crittenden snapped.
"Your sense of humor needs revision.
Put up your hands.”
"Wha-what do you mean?” faltered
Claret, staring.
“I warn you to guard yourself. T
intend to knock you down. You’re said
to be a fighter, a bully, a bucko mate;
prove* it. Do you hear? I'm going to
knock you down!”
Then, when the fellow still hesitat
ed and with hasty sidelong glances
sought ;means of escape, Crittenden lift
ed his hand and dashed its knuckles
across Claret's mouth, with staggering
force and a report like a pistol shot.
His lips bruised, out, and bleeding
in a face white with rage and pain. Clar
et leaped back, threw himself into fight
ing poise, feinted deftly once or twice,
then with a gutteral growl lowered his
head and bored in. to battle. Deprived
of the moral support of his weapon, he
had needed the blow to rouse him to
join issue with a man not physically
his inferior. And he knew how to use
bis hands.
Crittenden, however, conceded nothr
ing to him tn such skill, and had needed
nothing to warm his blood.-' ■He held
himself alertly, V'atchlng and meeting
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Claret's endeavors with steady eyes and
a slow, cold smile. » .
Suddenly he stepped aside, avoiding,
an Infuriated rush; and shot his left
fist like a hammer into the passing
face. His right, following it with incon
ceivable rapidity, all its weight and pas
sion behind it. Claret lifted off his feet,
grasped wildly at air and went down, a
crumpled mass of Insensible flesh.
He lay tn a tumbled heap, breathing
stertorously, nor moved during the- long
minute that Crittenden waited. Then, a
little disappointed, the latter him
and moved round the table, picking up
the revolvers he had thrown there.
For the first time it occurred to him
to examine that presented to him by
Cynttjia. He* laughed a little, ligtftly,
to find it lacking cartridges. That,
thought he, was precisely like Madame
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I some small degree confound or frus
trate their designs.
I» . He noted Httl e change in the aspect
t. of the ship since fie had followed
f Claret below; the decks were as be-
■ fore, deserted; only from the direction
■ of the smoking room, aft, were audible
. sounds of animated celebration; ana
i below on the foredeck Thurlow was
still disturbing the peaceful hour wun
; the spiteful crepitation of the wireless
r spark. . .
L That sound resurrected and revici-
• fled the fialf-t'irmc.d plan Crittenden
’ had conceived at sight of Thurlow an*
then had set aside, without consldera
-1 tion, to follow and punish Claret. Ana
' it found him apt, fallow to a hint, in
, his desperate extremity.
H e took a stride forward, then dr.
! prudent reconsideration reconnoitered
’ aft. The view framed by the smoklng
-1 room window reassured him. There
! wer e assembled all involved tn the ploi
and the workings of the ship. Thur
low and Claret excepted—Rhode fit
ting rebelliously apart, apathetic to
• everything save the bottle and glass at
his elbow. A gratulatory, spirit in the
’ habits cf th a others indicated a sense
of dangers passed. success assure;!,
Crittenden reviewed the acene, smil
ing grimly, hijs expression hardening.
Then without permitting hlmscu
time to weigh his risks he turoed back
to the forward companion-ladder ana
slipped down to the main deck.
Thurlow, having apparently concluded
1 his communication to the Orion, was
standing in the doorway of the wirs
less house lighting a cigarette prepar
atory to rejoining his associates. Sur
prised by the thud of Crittenden's feet
, as they left the ladder, he looked .up
and into the mouth of Claret’s re
volver. . . ' -
Unperturbed and impasdn . he bl-iw
out the match, tossed it from him.
1 ejected twin clouds of smoke from his
nostrils and removed the cigarete from
. his mouth only, long enough to inquire;
•‘Well, what’s eating you, Crittenden 7 ”
“Back suggested the other, fall
ing in with his cool humor without
modifying Oie poise of his weapon. "eGt
inside there, and I’ll explain. No harm 1
, | intended —but if you yell or kick up a
j row of any kind. I’ll have to threat you I
l uukindly.
Thurlow looked him over with a less
passionate eye, stepped negligently back
into the cabin and dropped into a chair
before his operating table, his attention
concentrated. Crittenden, following him
over the threshold, shut the door and
with his unengaged hand shot the bolts.
"Now,” he said In a level tone, "we
will ploceed to put a severe crimp in
this gay swindle. Please it
unpleasant by trying to object or put up ■
a scrap; I’m deadly serious, and this
thing is going to go through the way I.
plan it. Do you understand me?”. i
"Qlyearly.” Thurlow lifted his brows
and laughed quietly. “What’s the mat
ter?"
I “The matter is personal.” continued
i Crittenden in the same manner. "I won’t
bother you with the story of hOw they
made me sore. But this game is up,
so far as Perez et gl. are concerned.
I Please turn round, switch on your juice,
and call Key West.” * ~
"Why?” asked Thurlow, without mov
ing.
i "Because I want to send a message,
and you can send, it a bit easier than
' I —though I’m enough of a dab at send-.
: ing, myself—as ybu know—to put it
through without your assistance. -Jn
fact, you can claim I did it, if you want
to, when the storm breaks.”
•*I suppose you know what this means
if they find it out —to you?” '- ■ *•
“Call Key West.” insisted Crittenden.
"And hurry up about it.’’
His manner was instant, peremptory; i
Thurlow appraised it with a tolerar
half-smile, and good-naturedly gave in.
l “You certainly havw, got the moi
persuadingest ways,” he drawled humoi
. ously; “and wben it comes to arguin
the question, you’ve got a considerabl
advantage over me"—this with a nod t<
ward the pistol. “So I reckon I may'
i well let you have your own way. Onl
you can put that gun up, if you’re tire
holding it. You might just as well. It
function of moral suasion has been ac
comptlshed, and it’ll make me a neal
sight less nervous if you quit polntim
it this way.” -
“Thank you; I prefer to have It handy
Call Key West” ;-y " *•
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dynamo switch shut and swung round t<
face the array of apparatus, whife th
transformer began its deep, sonorou
humming that presently settled into i
resounding, wind} - rohr.
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starting-box, cloeed’ I dne switch after an
other, and carefully’ attuned the instru
ments for the. approximate distance. J
little later his deft manipulatidn of th
key was filling the little cabin with i
deafening clarfior, while the anchor-gaj
spluttered with its bluish spark and pah
violet lightnings flashed and fiekerei
within the helix.
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