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yy Pi \ ARR * Abit) Fh Na ta MRO) yp OW eas y thy Sid ashanti tai creased with a frown. think,” he said, “ trying to catch some- be called direc ANY rences of confidence; at our almost ‘inal blindness to the true source of the peril. that menaced us throughtout that terrible affair! I suggested to as nephew he probability of our finding finger-prints upen the handle of the dagger, which had clattered to the floor of the dining saloon and had not been touched. We did not doubt, of course, looked down at it, then knelt to exan TF without touching it. = He stared at it intently. His bce was “Tm trying to thing that’s in my mind— _ “ About the dagger?” -“ Something—I have it! Pve seen this dagger before!’ CHAPTER AVIE. BLIND ARROWS. curious: example of what can best 2 striking after immediate clews each one of which seemed diametric inspirational flash to my nephew. The two leads of greatest importance, my nephew informed me, pointed to Smith. He expounded his views on the subject as he in- spected the finger-prints on the handle of the dagger, which turned out, as we had ex- — way te pected, to be those of Micah Thrumm. “¥ do not believe,” he said, “ that Smith knows anything about wireless at all. TI don’t believe he has ever been a wireless operator; nor do I believe that there is any-: thing the matter with the set—beyond the - fact that he doesn’t know hew to operate it. The only message he pretends to have sent is that fake one of mine to Timmins. — _ Smith knew no answer was ieee so ‘picious._ whose prints they would be. We found it the set. I b still lying. where it had fallen. My nephew -acce in s at HAT happened ¢ during the ensuing three quarters of an hour is a_ ronal © muddling—a bind — ally opposed to any reasonable solution of the mystery and yet wi all of which fell ito their appointed places ha an when the true answer came, as it did, in an a ad dour fad its guard. Yookiag back up- on the whole business now, I can never get over being surprised at our stupid recur~ he was perf the result? was out of order and wouldn’t work.” aes dont see why he couldn’t have made up an answer concerning the tug.” — “ He didn’t dare. He wouldn’t feel sure of his ground. A wrong statement or two and Captain Wickstrom would get sus- =H ‘was much easier just to wreck ieve he is Micah Thrumm’s = any proof « of ie 7 ry st killed. Ee: ‘Billings belonés to him. a saw vit ising on his desk when I sent the message to Timmins.” = hat seems sas obvious.” © much = aiies ae es so te rt ~~ is really out of ede: er not.” “ How can you? You don’t know = thing — wireless, do ——_ The young architect? But he’s sick = “y know he’s sick, He runs out to = rail ever 2 five minutes. He's made an awful and 1 the eas 9 so | ue 1s ands t] hat | n€ re cnt had time to cleat up. * a f you can aa expect a man in his ee : to work on 2 wireless set.” “ve explained to him how grave the ing to help.” situation is and he’s will “ Pretty sporty of him.” = Yes, it is. We'll pick him up on the ay to the wireless room.” We almost had to do so literally, for Vallance, when we reached his bedside, stifled a groan and smiled up at us weakly. “Feeling better, old man?” asked my nephew. “ What’ Ss jet of me,” whispered Val- lance. = Think you can stand up? ft want you ~ to try out that wireless set now, if you can. I= it) | fectly safe in saying that he had = gotten it off: But when Captain. Wickstrom. wanted to send for a tug—a message that would require an answer at once—what was An announcement that the set Eomicbooks.co =