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As he sat in his secret chamber away up there against the sky, Curlie felt as if some spirit-being was floating about out there in the sky on a fleecy cloud and pausing now and then to whisper to him. "I saw you," the whisper repeated. "You are in very grave danger. He is a bold and treacherous man. It's big, Curlie, big!" The whisper rose shrilly. "But you must be careful.
Turning hastily he walked away. Almost before he knew it, he all but ran over Gladys Ardmore, coming to meet him. "Oh, Mister Mister " she hesitated. "Just plain Curlie," he smiled. "You you're coming to see me when you get home? Won't you?" Curlie thought a moment, then of a sudden the spacious walls of the Ardmore mansion flashed into his mind.
For a moment all were silent. Then suddenly, without warning, there came a grinding crash that sent a shudder through the Kittlewake from stem to stern. "What was that?" exclaimed Joe Marion, springing to his feet from the floor where he had been thrown. "We struck something!" Curlie was out upon the deck like a shot. He all but collided with the skipper, who had deserted his wheel.
Impatient at the slowness of the up-shooting elevator, Curlie at last leaped out before the iron door at the top was half open, then two steps at a time sprang up a flight of stairs. Out of breath, he arrived at the final landing, sprang through the door to the secret tower room, then seizing his headpiece, sank into a chair.
Repeated it three times. Very little space in between. Should have called you, I guess, but there really wasn't time; besides I kept thinking I'd start getting what he sent." "Where'd it come from?" Curlie asked as he snapped the receiver over his head. "Straight out of the storm. Fifty or sixty miles northeast." Curlie groaned. "That's what I get for being impatient.
"Fa father," she faltered, gripping at her throat, "does he know know anything about about Vincent?" "I can't tell yet. I am going over the messages. Please be seated." The girl sank into a deep leather-cushioned chair. Without looking at her Curlie was aware of the fact that she was studying him, perhaps trying to make up her mind where she had seen him before.
Three times the message had been repeated, then had come silence. There had been no answer though Curlie had listened long for it on 1200 meter wave lengths and five other lengths as well. Sudden as had come the message, fleet as had been its passing, it had not been too fleet for Curlie. He had compassed its direction; measured its distance.
"Speed's the word now. Those two young dreamers have gotten away by plane. We've got to stand by in the Kittlewake or they'll never be seen again. I don't propose to allow the sea to rob me of my first important offender against the laws of the air." "By the way," said Joe, "where is Gladys Ardmore? I haven't seen her since we left New York." "I don't know and I'm glad I don't," said Curlie.
I was over there once and they showed me a great number of ancient maps. Oh, a very great number, and such strange affairs as they were! There were some similar to this one. I know there were!" "Young man," said the magnate, turning to Curlie, "may I command your services on this matter for the day?" Curlie bowed. "Good! You will not be unrewarded.
Then he sat staring at Curlie in silence as much as to say: "You too must have been bitten by the gold-bug." But that Curlie had not been bitten by that dangerous and poisonous insect will be proved, I think, by the pages which follow.
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