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SE The PETER seeking adventure in the South Seas, has taken a job with Tom Murchison, planter and trad- er. His employer is murder- ed and & stock of pearls is stolen by the assassins, who overpower Peter and carry him off to sea, insemsible, im an open boat, He is sad- died with the murder and robbery, the mews of which is brought to Australia by Herman Rand when he calls on Humphrey Garth, the wealthiest man in Sydney, and his attractive daughter, Marion. Father and daugh- ter are completely upset and Garth offers £3000 reward for the apprehension of Blake as the murderer of his friend, Tom Murchison, When Blake comes to him. self it is on a lonely island, where he has been nursed Josephus Mumm on boa his vessel, the Break o' Dawn, for the reward offer. weather and, crew regarding Peter as the Jonah, mutinies, Captain Mumm and Peter manage to subdue the crew, but {ill-for- tune 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 Isis, There Peter meets the girl of his dreams--the girl he had seen two years ago in a London theatre, In recount.. ing his story, Captain Mumm heroically guards Peter's iden tity and introduces him as "Alec Dunn." A strong, mus tual friendship springs up be- DEVIL'S MANTLE tween Marlon Garth and Pet. er, so that Blake yields to the temptation to retain his as- sumed mame. "The Devil's Mantle" % stil upon Peter however, for the mext moru- ning he is rudely awakened and accused of the brutal murder of Jaffray. Garth's private secretary. His real identity is disclosed and he stands before the womam he loves a yuhteated liar--a of a d der! ' Through Rand's expert ques. tioning, the coll of circum- stantial evidence tightens un. mercifully about Peter Blake. Imprisoned A day and a night and another day had gone, and now it was the short twilight of the tropics. al- ready near its close. Peter Blake paced up and down the narrow confines of a small cabin that from a storeroom of some sort, had been metamorphosed into a cabin cell, Three steps one way --three steps the other. There had been hours of this--two days of it--with respites only when he flung himself uncomfortably, rest- lessly, down upon his bunk, But no respite of mind from a refrain, a jangling refrain that obsessed his brain and tortured him and would not cease and would not be driven away: In whose place was he stand- ing here? And then came the probings, seeking to answer that question-- like a suregon's probe searching in raw flesh when the nerves lay bare and the mercy of an anaes- thetic was denied. And the be- ginning of it was a long time ago -----on a night when a man had- laughed and another man had died. Was there any connection be- tween that night on Murchison's island and that night here when, with the same vicious craftiness {Thats REMEMBRANCE you must buy WHEN it suddenly dawns upon you w somebody's Wedding, Birthday or Anniversary! Don't rush off and get something that's an injustice to your good taste and good wishes, Let us help you! 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BROWN THE JEWELLER 10 King Street West Phone 189 se 5 '| Alec Dunn THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, MONDAY, MAY 14, 1928 By Frank L. Packard Copyright by Public Ledger and the same dlabolical callous- ness that had characterized the first murder, a second murder had been committed and lald at his door? Was the second murder a corol- lary of the first? How could it be?--except that, in so far as he was concerned. the discovery that he was Poter Blake had pointed him out as a natural scapegoat ready to'hand, and he had been made use of as such, Who killed Tom Murchison? The answer never varied. It was the one question his tormented brain 'always answered! A man who laughed, together with anoth- er man who was a white man--and others who were not white men, but who did the bidding of the other two, A hundred other questions had no answers at all, Mad Thoughts Who murdered J, George Jaf- fray? Why was Jafray murder- ed? How did Jaffray know, how had Jaffray found out that he, Pet- er Blake. was--DPeler Blake? Did Jaffray know? . Who wrote the accusation that had been found in Jaffray's cab- in? Was Rand's theory or explana- tion tenable? Physically, it was possible. But if. Jaffray had not been killed outright and was still able to write at all, Jaffray surely knew that he, Peter Blake, was not his assailant, Why, then. should Jaffray, dying, make a false accusation that would shield and give Immunity murderer? Incredible! Dut did Jaffray really know who had at- tacked him? Suppose the crime had been committed in the dark; that the murdefer in some way, by voice or act, or suggestion, in- tentionally impersonating Peter Blake, had caused Jaffray to be: lieve that it was Peter Blake, Jaffray, dying, his brain func- tioning abnormally in its nst ag- ony, might have accepted the im- pression that was perhaps cuns ningly being thrust upon it--the | murderer for instance. whispering: "So I answer to Peter Blake's des- eription, do.1? Well, I am Peter Blake!" That would have done it. But he presupposed that Jaf- fray had spoken of the resemb- lance to some one else hesides Captain Mumm and himself, Peter Blake, in the cahin the night be- fore lagt. Well, why not? It would have been natural enough, But to whom. No one had come forward to say that Jaffray had done anything of the kind. Wt. granting this theory, what was the actual murderer's reason for ims personating Peter Blake? To ders, of eourse! Yes, of course! But did it go any farther? The reward of five thousand pounds didn't enter ihto it, did it? Jaf- fray, dead, couldn't claim the re- ward. How could the murderer step forward and claim it? Quite absurd! Nevertheless Jaffray's ref- erence to the reward on that pa- per was the strongest evidence that Jaffray himself had written it. On the other hand, it was the cleverest thing the miirderer could have done in order to stamp that .dying statement as genuine, But if Jaffray knew that Alec Dunn was Peter Blake, why bad he waited until he was being murdered to disclose the fact? Why hadn't he promptly gone to Mr. 'Garth, to Captain Stone, to anybody in authority on board, and disclosed that fact? Had he ever found out? Was it only the murderer who had found out and who had written that pa- per? Or was it the murderer who, in his impersonation of Pel- er Blake to shift the crime from his own shoulders had mgle Jaf- fray believe he was being attacked by Peter Blake, and Jaffray then, as Rand had suggested, had man- aged to reach the table and scrawl! those words? Somebody had discovered that was Peter Blage-- whether Jaffray, or the man who had killed Jaffray. But how had that discovery been made? How? And who had made it? , And why had Jaffray been kill- ed? What was the motive? What was the reason? Why? Why had Jaffray been murdered? Humphrey Garth knew, Marion knew, all the world would know by now! How could there be any question about it. Jaffray bad found out that Peter Blake was masquerading as Alec Dunn, and s0 Peter Blake had killed Jaffray to save himsglf from exposure and arrest for the murder of Tom Murchison--a crime for which he was being hunted by the law. * But Peter Blake had aot killed Jaffray. Another three paces -- forward --back again -- another three * # Marion! * * * Would she have ever cared; in time would she have come to care --as he cared? An inner volce answered him: "Yes." It reiter- ated itself fiercely, challenginziy, defiantly. "Yes!" It had been dawning in her eyes, her voice, her smile, that night when he and she had been together up there on the deck--and he had lied to her, clinging desperately to a lie that he might not crush out forever. in horror and aversion, the glory of a great promise that in its ful- filment would hold all that was tenderest. She, the thought, of her -- that was what made him flinch, was- n't it? If Marion had never exist- ed, if love for her had mever come into his life, he could have faced the world, in a sense con- temptuous of the world's verdict, and in the end have accepted the ignominy and the shame and the brutal unfairness of it all with per- haps a certain fatalistic philoso- phy -- but he could never be con- temptuous or in any measure phil- osophical over the verdict that she would pronounce, that she must to his own' shift the crime from his own shoul-, Se -- $41.75 SMART SAVER. SERVICE COMMUNITY PLATE OSPITALITY up-toedate! The gor" ous oval tray lends tone to the ser vice dp and coffee or is a highly decora- tive sideboard ornament, The silverware is charming -- dignified --lasting. The velvet rack keeps it snug in any drawer, "7 BASSETT'S On Oshawa's Main Corner already have pronounced In her own mind, ' And now any chance to reverse that verdict, to fight for the evi dencd of his innocence, to fight for his right to her, to fight for her love, was gone--he was a prisoner and fight was denied him, He wag locked in here--a caged beast. No one had come near him except the steward who brought him food, and who was always escorted by two burly seamen, He was counted not only a beast but a dangerous beast! Well, per- haps he would be i{f--Iif he could only get out! There were limits to human endurance--mental endur- ance, Someone on board here was walking ahout free and unsus- pected, because he, Peter, was safely caged, Captain Mumm had not come---they wouldn't let the red-haired skipper come, of course, Nor Marion, Marion! Why should she come? What made him say that? Was he beginning to lose his reason? Peter stood abruptly still and listened, There seemed to be a sudden and unusual commotion aboard the Isis--faintly, voices reached him; faintly, there came the patter of hurrying feet along the deck over his head, What was it? ; He was aware for the first time that the short twilight had already faded into dusk and that it was almost dark, for something lumin- ous now through the porthole caught his eye, He stepped quick~ ly forward and stood, there staring out. A thread of light traced its way to thé heavens, another and another, and broke high up into balls of fire. Rockets! Distress signals! There was a vessel out there. Yes, he could make her out now about two miles ahead off the starboard bow, he judged--a sailing vessel, shadowy, just bare- ly outlined against the last fading streaks of day on the horizon line A Ship In Distress He heard the bell in the engine room jangle in response to the sharp, quick summons of the en- gine telegraph on the bridge; he felt the ship's vibration Increase as the Isis began to work up to her maximum speed; he heard the shrill scream and hiss of an answ- ering rocket, and the hoarse bel- low of the siren above his head; and, watching, he noted the ship's course converging on the sailing vessel in sight by looking out ob- liguely from the aft edge of the porthole. But suddenly the might seemed" to have settled down, strangely, densely, utterly obliterating the vessel] from view, Peter rubbed his eyes, and then a sharp, startled exclamation burst from him, It wasn't the might---it was smoke. A great black cloud of fit had en- veloped the vessel, but now, swirl- ing away in eddies with the wind, had brought a portion of her hull into view again, and a flame, lurid, red, angry, leaped skyward from her decks. "Afire!" exclaimed Peter under his breath. "Thank God, for her people's sake, we happened to- be near by!" The Isis could do her eighteen knots or "better, and the distance of two miles or so that Peter had judged had separated the two ves- sels wifen he had first sighted the other was a matter of minutes only. The Isis was rapidly clos- ing WOwn om the burning eraft. Peter watched tensely. The smoke rolled in d ever-increasing volume from the other's deks, the tongue-flames leapeg higher and higher. The vessel--a large brig. Peter now saw--seemed to be lit- erally ablaze from stem to steram. 'The brig began to lower boats-- little black objects scarcely dis- cernible in the semidarkmess and entirely hidden at moments by the smoke. There seemed to be four of them. "The Isis was to wind- ward and only a few hundred yards off now, Again Peter heard the jangle of the engine-room bell, There was a sudden cessation of vibration, and the Isis began ro lose her way. There came the tramping and running of feet, the creak of tackle and cordage--the Isis was lgwering her gangway lad- ders, , Peter could see the muuil boats sweeping on now toward the Isis; he could hear the swish and splash of oars, and hoarse, dis- tracted cries from the oarsmen-- and, fronr the Isis' deck, cheery shouts flung hack ancouragingly, side. From fore and aft he heard the beats' occupants come climb. ing up the ladders--and then fa Peter's ears there rang a din of moniacal shouts and shrieks of mad derision; and a shot rang out, and another, and another; and, befare his eyes, while he still stood in stunned amazement staring out through the porthole, the smoke and flames disappeared. from the brig as though by magic and danc- ing, yelling shapes lined her decks, and she began to move rapidly to- ward the Isis, closing the gap be. tween them. pped? Peter stood now with muscles tense, rigid, his face white and set. Shots, yells, the scurrying and trampling of feet from all parts of the deck above him stil] went, on, It was growing very dark now; but blacker thaw the night, he could see the marauding brig, by the aid of an auxiliary engine, probably, warping alongside. The trick had been turned with a devil's cunning --a smoke screen and & bonfire or two on tha deck, and a rocked that begged for succor for those in distress! And the Isis had fal. len into the trap. In no other way could a sailing vessel have coped with her and caught her, A jar rang along the Isis' side, Something bulked against the port hole, leaving the cabin in Impene- tratable darkness, Peter thrust out his hand through the porthole, and the tips of his fingers touch. ed wood. The brig's hull, of course! His cabin was below the flush af ter deck of the Isis, and the brig's bulwarks would just about be on a level with that, The brig was fast alongside, Loot now! And then--what? The yells had Increased, but they seemed to be yells now that were al] in strange screaming, unintellf« gible tongues, as apes and wild things might seream and cry out and express their lust and triumph «no English voice answered them, Another rush of feet, more of them this time, pattered suddenly again overhead, and went racing here and d there in every direction--the rest of the men from the brig, obvious- ly, who had dome to vie with the boats' crews in a first hand scram- ble for plunder, And then a lull, strangely sinis- ter, it seemed, in its contrasting silence, fell for an instant upon the din and turmoil--and out of the lull there came, of a sudden, a 'woman's ery. 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