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CHAPTER '10 OUT 0F THE SKY

Shirley came back to conscious- ness in the darkness of the little smoking-room on the upper deck of the Sea. Nymph. She lay qulét for a long time, trying to reach the events that had brought her there.

When she remembered what had happened, she was terrified. What had possessed Oscar Bertrand to treat her to? Had he taken sudden leave of his senses? Was that the meaning of the strange light in his eyes? Had he deliberately plotted this to avenge himself for some wrong that he fanc- ied Louis had done him?

She sat up, white and shaken. dc- terminec! to find some way out of the dark, frightening room.

But the door was locked from the outside. She was familiar with the room-e. sort of den the Commodore used when the weather forbade his being on deck. He and Louis had taken their cocktails there frequently and smoked their after-dinner cigar- ettes. Shirley groped her way to the xvindoivs and pushed aside the heavy curtains. The windows too were lock- ed and barred and the outside shut- ters were closed.

Weak with fear, she seated herself Oil a dfvan that ran half-way round the room, and tried to think out some way of escape. v Shc was afraid to cry out, even if there were u chance of making her- self heard. Besides, Bertrand might come back, l! she screamed. She felt that their reason would desert her, if he again came toward her with that awful look that she remembered in her last conscious moment on the

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for the minister who was to marry her to Bertrand. Or had that been excuse to get her aboard? i

In her dark prison, she could hear faintly the rush‘ of water about the yachts bows. From the motion, she braking full

. river toward Hampton Roads and . the open sea. To what purpose? Did

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Sitting there in the stifling dark- ness, she told herself this must be a nightmare. She would awaken soon in her hotel room and {ind that her instinctive fear of the Vagabond Commodore had made her dream this horrid dream. It seemed incredible. that, outside those lmprlsonlng walls. the sun was shining brightly, the lurks singing, the scent of spring drifting from the greening banks. She wondered aimlesslyjf any one would Wfllltlfil‘ what had become of her. She didn't even know where Louis was.

dcr why they never heard from her again. And Rodney-

At the thought of Rodney, whom she pictured with Isabelle, she hid her face in her hands and wept . . .

Time dragged, and no one came ncar her. She was thankful for the respite. After a while, she felt the yacht shudder and lurch, for a. mom- ient, and then leap forward with a

- new rhythm.

The Sea Nymph had met rougher waters. She settled down to a steady brcasting of the waves.

Suddenly Shirley found herself sit- ting bolt upright. startled by a. sound that rose above the measured vibra- tions of the yacht/s engines and the swish of tumbling waters. At first it was a low, steady hum that came to her ears. Then it grew louder and louder. She identified it finally as the sound of a plane. It was directly above the Sea Nymph now. The steady drone of the engine indicated that it was circling.

A faint hope stirred in Shirley's heart, but, in another moment, the sound of the engine died away. The help, so near and yet so hopelessly distant, had passed on.

But the next minute she rose, hold- ing her breath tolisten. She heard shouts and the word "seaplane." '

The silence meant only that the engine had been shut off. The plane had come to rest on the water. She heard cries, wild, furloul cries!

The Commodore wls lhoutlng corn- mands to his crew. And the yacht leaped ahead with s violent motion

. that sent Shirley to the floor. Simul-

taneously, she heard the engine of

‘ the plane. It was rislnl. avlllrently,

in pursuit.

The speed of the Sea Nymph was increased. The throb o! her engine! made bar vibrate like something stricken with III-II. The waves lubed her. Shirley crouched in the dork- nm. clinoillito the m: of tho div-

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And, after that, there were sounds of wild confusion on deck. Shirley. crouching motionless, torn ‘between fear and hope; heard voices, a hor- rlblc-cry, and the thud of falling bodies. Something crashed against the locked door of the smoking-room, and there WIS the sound of blows.

And suddenly, Shirley staggered to her feet with a cry.

Outside she heard Rodneys voice in cold, grim triumph:

"Now, you lunatic, tell me where you have hidden her!"

A minute later the door was opened and she tumbled into his arms.

cuarrsn u "you uavs com: BACK, Mam- LOU?" "

At a sedate pace, in striking con- trast to her furious speed of the morning, the Sea Nymph was making her way back to port. Her temporar- ily marooned ofllcer, who had re- turned to her in the plane with Rod- ney, was in command. Her master was locked in his cabin.

“Completely crazy," grinned the young aviator, who had piloted the pursuing plane, as he lit a clgarettn with relish, after the zestful chase. "Crazy as a loonl But, man, wasn't that young feller a wow? Some fight!

The old bird had the strength of five

men." In the little smoking-room, so lately her prison, Shirley sat beside Rod- ney. l-Ie held her in his arms, as if he feared some newhorror would snatch her from him.

"How did you find me? How did you know" she asked hlm.

"I had to come to say good-by," he explained. "I couldn't let you go from me forever without seeing you once more. But I was too late. when I reached the wharf, the motor-launch was already along side the yacht. Then I saw it coming back. I had some half-crazy idea. that you would send me a message, or that. I'd Eel? one to you. I went up to that officer chap. We were talking when we sud- denly saw that the yacht was mov-_ ing. After that—--well, you know the rest." '

She sighed happily, and then she remembered the events of the pre- ceding day. Nothing in their sorry situation was changed, except’- that her erstwhile bridegroom was afmad- man.

“You didn't happen to see on the dock the minister who was tomarry Mr. Bertrand and me?" she asked. with a little smile.

“There was no one, except-—-" he caught himself up sharply. “There was no one."

She asked: “What is to be done now?"

His handsome mouth tightened grimly.

"Now, I'm going down to have a look at that lunatic."

"I'll come with you," quietly,

He protested, but she was resolute.

"Is he-is he-calm?" she asked.

"Docilc as a lamb when I left him. Just a sad, pathetic old man. I'm sorry I had to handle hlm so roughly. but he was certainly a wildcat while his rage lasted."

They found the Commodore seat- ed on the edge of a. berth, looking through an open port-hole. Shirley felt infinitely sorry for him. He was an amiable, docile lunatic. l-le would never be anything else.

when he glanced up and saw them. a pathetically wavering smile flicker- ed on his bloodless lips.

“So you came, after all, Mary Lou?"

She started and glanced appealing- ly at Rodney. He motioned her to be seated and indicated that she should humor the Commodore. '

"Yes-——-Oscar," she murmured.

Was it possible that Mary Lou, who had figured a0 tragically in Shirley's life, had been the girl Oscar Bertrand had loved?

The old man nodded ln satisfac- tion.

"I always knew you would._I used to look for you many timcs- each day. but the sea was always empty o! what I sought. It wasn't until this morning that you came to mo, dressed in your wedding-gown, wearing Cape jasmine. I thought another girl was coming

. . . . Or did I know, all along?‘ 1 can't remember." l-fe put his bands to his head, with e. pathetic gesture of uncertainty. "My head feels queer and heavy . . . .. Wu that other girl really you, all the timo?"

Again ltodncy met Shirley's ques- tioning gau with a nod, and cbejalu meekly: "Yea. Oscar." i

Ha loded at her with a strange gentleness. I ., . _ ' . v _ "How pretty you are! Quitctho some. Young and lovely and untouch- ed by time. It's so long new." H0 sighed "So lonpljvs become ll! old man. I

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Ha came back to earth with a thud. Shirley had drawn away from hlm. reminding herself that their situ- ation was little better than before. Ijrue. she was free. But alll. Ibo we: penniieas, too. There was no WI! M" to pay back that money to Rodnfly.

He broke out desperawl)‘: "Bhlflli- l can't many that girl! I 10V! 701l- Listen, darling, I'm going to hurt W" badly, but. die time has come for the truth: Aunt Li: opposed our, ml!- rlega because-bees ”

"1 know," Shirley interruDW! gently. "I can guess."

He caught her hands in hil-

"Now, all that is past. She will love you." ,

Shirley released her band: I911“!-

“There is still Miss Bannermm l0 - cousldo ." she minded him." Y0“ cannot break your Prowl" W m"? her." \

He groaned aloud. _

"Shirley, it's despicable to say . . - but . . . z am msrrylnl her only b6- cause she is rich. Ind I - -_- - 55° knows. She is William"

Shirley nodded sadly: "I Blwllfll l‘ much . . . . And. oh- mv dwfi I W" marrying Mr. Bertrand to repay WW"

He snatched her into his arml- Then: ,“I will have you. Shirley!"

"You can't! Youmustrftl It'a I00 late now!" -

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A low grasp from Shirley-a sud- derl movement from Rodney.

"You—you saw her, then?" asked Rodney quietly. "Lying on the floor, with blood on her dress?"

The Commodore turned to the young man.

"Oh, yes. I stood there a long time and looked at her. The paper-knife was in her breast." l-Ie turned back to Shirley. "Did it hurt. my Mary Lou?"

She could not speak, and he went on, with a certain childish candor and simplicity, a eonflding trust the. tore at Shirley's heart. W

"Do you know that,- for a long time, I thought you were dead. I thought 1 had really killed you. You see, I meant to,~so that you couldn't marry Joel

‘ Rand."

In spite of herself, Shirley gave a little cry.

“Youi"

He continued, unheedlni: "Yes, I thought you were dead, until I saw you in Florida, when you came aboard the Sea. Nymph with Louis." He frowned. "Was it you, or that other girl? I don't remember. Anyway, I wasn't jealous of Imus. You never liked him. It was Joel Rand I was jealous of. That conceited young fooll" His eyes began to flash» dan- gerously, and Rodney broke in quietly: _

“You were telling us about Marl’ Lou. You thought she was dead, you say?"

Bertrand followed the lead like I. trusting child. He nodded mildly.

"I was very sorry, because I loved her, you see." For a while, he seemed to forget that he believed Shirley to be Mary Lou. and he spoke as if she were not present. "Mary Lou sent me away. I had not been a very good young man-they called ma the black sheep of my family. Mary Lou said she'd rather die than marry me . . . she she diedl" .

Shirley shuddered before the calm way in which he uttered that awful sentence. Bertrand continued:

,"I went away, after that, and I made a great deal of money. I thousht- that Mary Lou might recon- sider, when she found how rich l was. I had saved every penny. 1 never looked at another girl. But, be- fore I was ready to go back am ask her again, I heard that she was going to marry young Rand. Bianca wrote me alettu."

Shirley leaned forward, her face white and attained.

"So I went back on the night be- fore her wedding. There wad a dance at the fund place, I remember. I watched outside the window; and “w Mary LnmSbc walla pretty. Quito the ‘prettiest lirl there. Blanca wu more. loo, and ‘Liabeth Sheldon . . Ibmmethorontluroed. She loved Joel. you new," he eon-

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could marry Joel. I knew I could

make her love mo, if I could get her to marry mo. So I went to the Rand house and talked to her."

"How did you find her?"

"I went by the outside staircase," the Commodore answered simply. “It led to her room, you know. I didn't want any one to see me. I wasn't wel- come Lherc. Old man Rand-Joel's father-had forbidden ma the house."

A sudden, half-suppressed sob from Shirley brought his child-like gate back to her. His eyes became very tender. Again he addressed the dead Mary Lou directly:

"You were "standing by the table in your gray gown. There was Cape jas- mine in your hands. Blanca had brought it. I passed her on the street when she was coming away, but I didn't speak to her. She called after me, but I didn't answer. I think she was-frightened, because she had writ- ten me that letter."

"And then," said Shirley, in a low. trembling voice, "then you-killed me?"

"With the paper-knife." Ha spoke with a childish look of pride. "When you refused to come away with me. andgordered me from the house . Sut I didn't really hurt you, you see," his voice became very rtender, "be- cause you have come back to mepwe are going to be married . . . I am very" tired," he added abruptly, and his heed sank forward on his breast.

CHAPTER ‘II THI VANIBHING CLOUDS

Back in the little smoking-room, Shirley ‘and Rodney stared at each other. They had just come from the pathetic old madman, who [roped his way through the hazy memories of the past.

"My poor, unhappy mother!” whis- pered Shirley. "She Wll innocent. after all!"

Rodney ‘nodded, his mouth bitter and grim.

"If she'd only known what was whiaperea abouther! She could have told what she knew and cleared her- self of suspicion."

“I wonder why she never guessed?" asked Shirley. "She must have notic- ed that 900910 shunned her." _

"I~don't think so," replied Rodney. "Aunt Liz laid that she seemed not to can for sort-bins. except hor hul- band and her home. After she was married to your father, she rarely wont. out. And, in leu than .. year. she died."

Shirley wept, and Rodney tried to comfort her. _

"Why d-do you s-suppoee she put alltlutdapfilllmine in thereon: whore M-lllfl Lou died?"-

"Wfll never know that," he lllh wcrod may. "But I think abs must new narcthd rather terribly that lhl write that letter to Sumac, don't you? Don't you think Ibo lul- pootcd who killed llorl Lou. and felt. in some way, rolponllblol"

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"Gone! But. where?" demanded Rodney blankly.

The man gave him glance.

"To the bottom of the river, M!‘- Sheldon, where it's best for hlm to be, all things considered . . . . When the steward took his lunch to him. he slipped out of the ltatoroom. He must have jumped overboard, because 110'! not on the yacht."

Shirley gave a little, sobbing cry- Rodney turned to her.

"It ls best, Shirley, u Mr. says."

She put her handkerchief to her trembling lips. ‘ -

"I suppose so . . . . Poor, poor, un- happy soul! . . . . He won't search the horizon, waiting vainly for come- thing to come."

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"There may be still time to get a marriage license tonight, if we bribe a clerk."

There wasl . . . .

They were back in Kentucky being '_

properly feted by a happy and for- giving lulu m when the coca, the ncredlblc, news was brought to them. Old Judge Thorns was the dfiug ex machine.

"Mn. Sheldon is the sole heir of the latoOcclr Bertrand," he an- nounced, fluched with pleasure and pride at being the bearer of happy tidlngl. "I was a witness to his will. made when I was at Gibraltar, but I was pledged never to reveal my knowledge until after his death. I believe ho feared letting‘ Van Dom

know. In fact, there ll a condition upon the legacy that the fiscally Louis-you will pardon me, Shirley, but I never could abide hlm-shall have no share of it my gift, or other- wise-else Shirley forfeits the entire amount, which is leveral millions. You'll likely be hearing from vaa Dom soon as he learns of Bertrand! death and the provisions of tbs will.‘

When the honeymooners bad re- covered’ their breath, Rodney gasped:

"Do yout hink the will in valid. Judge? Was Mr. Bertrand sane when he made it?" _

The Judge was very confident;

"As sane as you two younl M09181‘ he declared emphatically.

They looked into each other! eyes and smiled.

In their happiness, thcyknew they were very, very .fer from sane and that that madness would last as long as life. ~

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why he never set foot on shore? He had some queer ideb that he was safe from justice on the sea."