Adventure, June 1911 — page 43: what you’re looking at

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The‘Seeds of Destruction things in his sleep. And as for the rest, you should have heard the nice early morning chats I have had with old Chinny-chin-chin wh6 plays with the tiller. He told me how much per he got for being so neighborly ‘and who paid him. And then it was an oversight, Cap, to leave that plate on the tiller-post!”” He pointed to a nickel-plated sign which bore the inscription: 7 Armitage & Barnes—Barge No. 12. 229 “And I thought I had you fooled as badly as Harold was!’’ Polly complained in heart-broken tones. “Qi-yoi!” chortled Jake. ‘Living the simple canal-boat life with perfectos for after dinner and ten-dollar-a-pound mixture for our humble corn-cob pipes! Maiden, I may look like a simple child of nature from the far-off reservation, but believe me, my wigwam’s hard by little old Broadway?” A GRAY GHOST STORY Gy MURIEL A POLLEXFEN her brother Carlile had ‘neither ' turned up nor sent the usual mes- sage explaining the delay; he had not even *phoned her to expect it. It was so unusual and so unlike him that Eva began to feel vaguely anxious. Then, at ten-thirty, the vagueness became a certainty—acute—intense—unbearable. So much so that at ten-forty-five she rang up his clubs, only to ascertain that he had been at neither of them at any time that evening. At one of them—the Aviators’—the com- missionaire said that Mr. Darien had been expected there to meet Lord Fenton Henry at seven o’clock and that Lord Fenton had left aamessage with him in case Mr. Darien had been delayed and should turn up later. ( 'VA DARIEN had waited dinner , until after nine o’clock and still He repeated the message over the wire at Eva’s request, and as she listened she sud- denly realized that the situation was alarm- ingly serious. ° | For Lord Fenton Henry could do great things for those in whose favor he interested himself, and the message the commissionaire repeated was of such tremendous conse- quence to Carlile’s future career that only a man who was either a fool or else prevented by some extraordinary happening would have permitted himself to be deterred from keeping an.appointment of such impor- tance and magnitude. And Carlile was no fool. With beating heart and swimming brain his sister hung up the receiver and sank back inertly in her chair. What had happened? What could have happened? What was to be done? Ring up the hos- pitals in case. there should have been an accident? But surely if there had been;:she would have heard of it ere this. Carlile was a public man, secretary to Sir Dean Dens- ham of the Secret Service, known to Scot- land Yard and every possible constable in London. Sir Dean! Why, perhaps Sir COmmiclbooks (©