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raGE Jaen 1 daughter, Marion. daughter are completely upset and Garth offers £5000 reward for the apprehension of Blake as the murderer his friend, Tom Murchison. When Blake comes to himself it is on a lonely island, where he has been nursed back to life by natives. From there he is taken by Captain Josephus Mumm on board his vessel, the Break o' Dawn, for the reward offered because of a crime Peter never committed. The Break o Dawn runs into foul weather, and the native crew, regarding Peter as the Jonah, mutinees. Captain Mumm and Peter manage to sub- due the crew, but ill-fortune still stalks the Break o' Dawn. In a thick fog she is rammed by the Isis, the luxurious yacht owned by Mr. Humphrey Garth, and sinks with the entire native crew. Peter rescues Captain Mumm and both are taken aboard the lsis. There Peter meets the girl of his dreams --the girl he had seen two years ago in a London theatre. In recounting his story, Captain Mumm heroically guards Peter's identity and introduces him as "Alec Dunn." Jaffray, secretary to Garth, approaches Captain Mumm and Peter with a proposi- tion to secure and divide the re- ward money, That night Peter seeks Marion on deck and tells her his story. Rather than kill the mewly awakened friend. ship between them, Peter res tains his assumed namc, A Rude Awakening : Peter sat suddenly upright In ped. It did not seem to him that he had closed his eyes and yet he must have slept alittle, for the first gray streaks of dawn were fil- tering in now through the cabin porthole, Captain Josephus Mumm, in the other bed, was already dang- ling his feet over the side, pre- paratory to jumping to the floor, Some one was knocking impera- tively and repeatedly at the door. "Blast it," shouted the little red- haired skipper irritably, "you don't need to wake the whole ship up! Who's there, and what's wahted ?"' "It's Mr. Garth," a voice answer- ed curtly. 'Open the door!" egounds like his dinner . last night hadn't agreed with him!" grunted the little skipper, as he swung himself to the floor and opened the door, Peter, still in bed, stared, The eT CHIROPRACTIC D. E. Steckley, Chiropractor and Drug- less Therapist, will be in the office, 146 Simcoe street north, every afternoon and Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings, Forenoons by appointment. Residential calls made in town and surrounding district, Consultation is free at office. Plone 221 Frank L. Packard Copyright by Public Ledger "Get up you!" he rasped at Peter. "And get your clothes on!" to be literally He rubbed his alleyway scemed packed with men, eyes in amazement. Besides Mr. Garth, he recognized the yacht's commander. Captain Stome, who, with Mr. Garth, had accompanied the Break O'Dawn's skipper and himself to the cabin here last night; behnd these two were Rand, wth set, threatening face, and a bald-headed grimy-faced man in a greasy white uniform, and flank- ing the latter still two more men who, from their dress, were obvi- ously two of the crew. The yaeht's commander and Mr. Garth brushed by the little skip- per unceremoniously and came in- to the cabin, Captain Stone held a revolver .in his hand; his face, eyes and voice were hard. "Get up, you!" he rasped at Peter. 'And get your clothes on!" "Of course," said Peter, a little helplessly, as he got out of bed. "But what's up?" "Get your clothes on!" repeated the yacht's commander uncompro- misingly. The hittle red-haired skipper pro- jected himself forward, "Damme!" he exploded. 'A bit thick, I 'call this, What's all the blooming row about?" Humphrey Garth answered him, "Perhaps you would better get your clothes on as well, Captain Mumm," he said in a repressed veice; "for, though I am sure you are not involved in this in any way, I do not imagine you will care to go back to bed again." "That's as it may be!" retorted the little skipper ungraciously, "I'll tell you better when I know what you're driving at. However, if it'll please, I'll dress, ' Looks like the mystery will keep, though, and no hurry about it, from the way you- are hugging it'to your bosoms!" Peter's eyes, as he rapidly don- ned his clothes, swept the ring of unfriendly faces about him several times. Mr. Garth's face particular- ly seemed to stand out from the circle, It not only seemed to com- Jine an intense bitterness with a smoldering fury, but it was almost Ek aaa A The Carew Lumber Co., Limited. 74 Athol Street West a aad a 8 a A BS a ? Jeeiedoedesdede ORR) LUMBER MERCHANTS Estimates gladly given Requirements promptly filled Phones 12 and 1111 RR Re oy 2. " Xe Jodrdealodode - ashen in its color. Twice he glar- ed at Captain Mumm, The little skipper was growling angrily un- der his breath and, whether delib- erately or not, refused to meet his, Peter's, ey« i, What did it mean? What was it all about? His first thought had been that, after all, some one had recognized him, knew him to be' Peter Blake, But that would- n't account for jt--account for the grim reticence on everybody's part, They would have accused him ot it instantly the moment the door was opened, if that were all, Well --he was dressed now---why specu- late ¢hout it? He looked steadily around the circle, "I'm ready," he said. The yacht's commander motion- ed toward the door, Peter stepped out of the cabin, and found himself under the close escort of the two sailors, They did not actually lay hands on him, but for all praetical purposes they might as well have taken a forcible grip upon his arms, for their shoul- ders brushed him on either side. Ahead of him, Humphrey Ge-th and Captain Stone led the way; behind were the others--the little red-haired skipper still grumbling, still jrascibly demanding an ex- plapation, They turned out of the alley- way, went along aft, and descend- ed the companionway leading to the deck below--and, halfway along the main alleyway on this deck halted before a closed door, The yacht's commander waved the two sailors to stand aside, mov- ed a little to one side himself, as did Mr, Garth, and threw the door open, Murder Again! For an instant 1cter stood like a man stunned; and then instinct- ively, as the brutal and ghastly horror of what confronted him drove in upon his senses, he drew back a little. No one else sprke, This was what it meant. This was why he had been brought here under guard! They were going to accuse hir:, for some impossible, incredible reason---of this! Was he mad--~were they mad? He did not want to look any more, but he could not take his cyes from the scene. On the floor close (0 the bunk, and in front of a low writing table. that was blotched with huge crimson stains, lay the body of . J, George Jaffray, Mr. Garth's secretary. The man's face was half hidden by an outflung arm, but the neck and throat were bare--and red. On the floor, just beyond the reach of the outflung orm, as though it had fallen from nerveless fingers and rolled away a little, was a fountain pen, m.ved. 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One big whale approached the steamer, evidently attracted by the codfish which were being taken on the hand lines. Mark Amero, a member of the crew, was almost pulled overboard as the whale fouled his line. He let the line go, and lost his catch, J THE OSHAWA va. Peter found his viiece. Tt was quiet ~ ough, but it was toneless. "Why did you bring me here like this?" he asked, "Come inside with me," said Humphrey Garth sternly. "Nothing has been touched, and you -have a right to see everything as we found it. Peter followed the other mechani- cally into the cabin. Mr. Gal pointed to a sheet of paper on the table--it was hideously mottled with blots that were not made with ink. From amongst these blota words fashioned themselves-- scrawled words, some big, some lit- tle, as though written in frantic haste with a pen that slithered un- controllably in fingers from whic the strength had ebbed so rapidl away that their task had even been left unfinished. The words seemed to Peter to sear themselves into his brain-- and, curiously, to numb it; and somehow his mind refused to func- tion, save that he foond himself reding the words over and over again: "Dunn is Peter Blake. He did this. Give reward to--" Some one was standing behind him--reading the paper over his shoulder, It was the little red-haired skip- per and his' voice rang out, high- pitched, strident, furiously like the ery of a frightened, bewildered child. Humphrey Garth spoke--tersely, in a low, hard tone: "We'll go on with this up in the lounge," he said, Accused! Peter turned automatically and went out of the cabin. Again he found himself hetween the two sailors. A sense of unreality, a sense of horror and madness, of utter mental confus'on was still up- on him. The thing was impossible --a nightmare, literally a night- mare from which he would present- ly awake and probably find cold beads from a tortured imagination clinging fo his forehead. Dams those shuffling feet around him-- and that insidious sound of mur- muring voices! They were all talking now--mnot loudly--but all talking. Sepulchrally Like peo- ple at a funeral who didn't give a damn about the corpse, but hush- ed their voices because it was the thing to do. He was the corpse-- rot that helpless thing back there. They were mouthing about him, Alec Dunn--Peter Blake--two murders! No! This wouldn't do! He mustn't let himself down this way! He forced a certain grim compos- ure upon himself. They had come up from the lower deck now, and were entering the yacht's lounge. He was marched along to the far end of the room, and left stand- ing between the two sailors. The others. had drawn a little apart, and were talking together in .low tones---and then abruptly, Humph- rey Garth flung himself into a chair and motioned the others to sit down. "Go on, Rand," he said, *I think there is no doubt but that, as you say, your experience among the natives as a sort of magistrate fits you better than any of the rest of us to conduct this miser- able affair." Rand, who alone had remained standing, nodded curtly, and ad- vanced toward Peter, , Peter's eyes fixed on the other, The man's face was set, severe, al- must judicial in its expression, hut there was somethimg else lurking in the coal-black eyes, a glint of smug complacency, as though the man relished his task; and this, more than anything else, brought Pier a cold and steady composure --like the touch of a swordsman's hlade as it engaged its opponent's, awakening every faculty to virility and action. "My advice to you," said Rand brusquely, "is to make a clean breast of it. That poor chap down there evidently in some way recog- nized you--and paid for it with his life. Certainly, you answer in every detail to the published de- scription of --shall we say?-- yourself. It is merely a matter of keeping you under restraint--and you may be sure that we shall do that anyway--until we can con- front you wth some one who knows you personally and can establish your identity. If you are Peter Blake it is quite useless to deny it." "I Am Peter Blake" Peter's mind analyzed the state- ment in a swift and coldly unpre- judiced way. The statement was merely axiomatic. It admitted no denial, : "Quite useless," he said calmly. "I am Peter Blake." There was a sudden inarticulate exclamation from Humphrey Garth, Peter glanced in that direc- tion. The man's hands were tight- ly clasped on the arms of his chair; he was leaning forward, his head sunk into his shoulders, crouched, like a man about to spring--but his face was compased, though ominously cold. Peter's eyes traveled to Captain Mumm. The little red-haired skipper was staring at the floor through eyes that were narrowed to slits and puckered into nests of wrinkles aroun dthe corners, while his fing- ers kept plucking aimlessly at the point of his tawny beard) It was while a waten ticked, no longer than that, that Peter had glanced at these two; and them his eyes, passing over the yacht's commander and. the man in the grimy uniform, held on the door- way at the far end of the lounge-- and he 'knawed ab his lips to keep back a sudden cry. Marion was standing there, a slimy, straight, fig- ure, motjonless, her eyes fixed on his, her face dead white with no vestige of color in it. Peter felt his own face grow white--and felt the blood surge madly the mext in- stant into his cheeks. For a great while, an eternity it seemed to Pe- -- RE-FLOOR WITH SEAMAN-KENT g7\2{0)" [e]0]D, FLOORING Matchless In Charm and Dignity! 'No use talking . . . for sheer floor beauty you cannot beat the artistry of nature's graining. 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