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LOOSING THE TEMPEST. on the part of—your man?” asked Gordon Morley. “JT don’t think so. That was the first burst of anger we have seen, ex- cept a slight one when he damned civili- zation. I fancy Mr. Donaldson did not teach him that. It sounds more like a boatswain.”’ “ Moreover,” put in Ordway, who had with difficulty recovered the use of his tongue, “he is not our man. We have no more to do with his actions than you have. We had laid plans to take him with us, if we ever left this place, and to introduce him into the world. But the whirlwind of events seems to have knocked our quiet plans into a cocked hat. There was no treachery, however. Here comes Ravary.” The inspector reappeared, completely muffled in fur garments. “ That fellow has a fortune in furs,” he growled, “and he is liberal. He presents me-with these.” Donaldson followed Ravary from the cave. “Sirs,” he said, and making an awk- Ward sort of bow, “and women ’’—he had forgotten the word ladies, if he ever learned it—“ may I have some talk with my two friends alone? ”’ “Certainly,” replied Delatouche. “But there is no necessity for that, Crusoe,” I said quickly. “In some measure you are right, in others wrong. Let’s thrash the matter out right here. Of course nobody can compel you to do anything you don’t want to do. No- body has authority over you till we know who you are. But don’t let us have any more fighting.” There was a grunt from Joloff. He had picked himself up unhurt, but I could see from his expression that he had taken a violent dislike to the islander. “Tt seems to me—” began Morley, then he stopped, and turned to Ordway and me. “ Perhaps my intrusion in the matter will be unwelcome.” “Not at all,’ I hastened to answer. “In fact, of all men I believe you can 63 straighten this mess out the best. You have traveled in many countries, and you are a lawyer of international re- pute. Let us hear from you, by all means.” “Why,” he continued, ‘“ the case as it appeals to me now, stands like this: This island af Orsgov, as you call it, seems, so far as the combined knowl- edge of us all can show, to belong to no country. Therefore, it appears to me that while the police of the city of Paris have no jurisdiction here, the commander of a French cruiser may, if he so wills, demand the person of Mark sanderman. “You see, it will not serve Sander- man to any extent if we decide that this being neutral ground he must be con- sidered in sanctuary, as we might ex- press it. He can’t remain here, for you will leave, taking Crusoe Donald- son with you. Sanderman is not ac- customed to the wilds, and would starve to death in a month. If he escapes from here, the first country he lands in will turn him over to the French gov- ernment. The circumstances are such that I feel confident Sanderman will be acquitted.” “ A splendid expression of the legal aspect of the case,” broke in Lord Dul- mondy. “And there is a great deal depending on the presence of young Sanderman. I did not know, when I put my money into the International Air Navigation Company that a con- troversy over the new style of air-ship would arise. I ask you now, Mr. Joloff, had you ever seen plans drawn by San- derman of an air-ship similar to and forerunning ours?” “No, I had not,” answered Joloff. “ That,” remarked Alma Sanderman quickly, “1s a malicious lie.” CHAPTER XXX. AN INTERLUDE OF THE NIGHT. Ou, what a mess! It seemed as though we would never get it straight- ened out. CoOMmicbook CO