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This accomplished, nothing remained for West to do, but sit down and wait for something else to happen. The delay was shorter than he anticipated. There was a sharp ringing of the bell, the police operator responding quickly. "Police Headquarters. What's wanted? McAdams; no he is not in just now. Who is calling him? Harbour Master's office; all right; hold the wire a minute."
The windows were either heavily curtained, or covered by outside shades, for no gleam of light was anywhere visible. West mounted the back steps silently, with McAdams close at his heels. A second later the entire bunch of officers were grouped before the door, poised breathless, listening for any sound from within.
I cannot even move, or stand up. Is it really you, Mac? Yes, yes, I am all right; they bruised me up a bit, of course, but that is nothing. Now I have a chance to pay them out. But who are with you? and how did you come to be here?" McAdams ran his knife blade through the lashings, feeling for them in the dark.
Can you make it out? I'll read it for you 'Please notify police to search Seminole quick." "No signature?" "None." "But that is plain enough, isn't it?" "Yes, if you know what she means by Seminole; what is it? a street? an apartment house? a saloon? Do you know of anything under that name?" McAdams stood motionless thinking. "No, by thunder, I don't," he admitted reluctantly.
I don't know any place in this town called Seminole. Wait a minute though; perhaps one of the boys may have an idea." He pressed a button on top of the desk, and in response to the summons, a side door opened, and a main in plain clothes entered. "You rang, sir?" "Yes, McAdams; this gentleman here " "Captain West, as I am a sinner!" he exclaimed. "Gee! but I am glad to see you again, old man! Say.
The woman sided with Hobart, the other men apparently ranged up with "Red," and some very plain talking was indulged in. McAdams listened grimly, the light through the crack showing his lips curled in a smile of appreciation. He lowered his head, and with one eye at the slight opening gained a glimpse of the lighted room beyond.
"Yes, this is police headquarters calling. Give me the Harbour Master's office, please I said the Harbour office. Oh, is this you, Dan? Bob McAdams speaking. Do you know of any boat on the lakes called the Seminole? What's that? A lumber schooner at Escanaba? Never makes this port, you say? And you don't know of any other by that name? Sure, I'll hold the wire; look it up."
McAdams dispatched a few telegrams to nearby lake ports, and briefly outlined certain plans of action for the morrow, provided nothing further was heard from the missing boat; these included a possible visit to Fairlawn, and a city-wide search for Hobart, who both men decided could not be included among the party on the yacht.
L. M. McKinney and Miss Roberta McAdams, a Lieutenant on the staff of the Canadian military hospital in Orpington, Kent, were elected to the Legislature, the first women legislators in the British Empire. In 1910 the women of Saskatchewan sent in petitions, some of them endorsed by city councils, asking Municipal suffrage for married women, but the Government refused it.
It was the voice of the latter which broke the silence. "Am I the one you want, Mr. Bob McAdams?" she asked clearly. "Very well, I am here." McAdams stared at them both, gulping in startled surprise at the vision confronting him, unable to find words. Then his eyes fixed themselves on the face of the speaker. "What!" he burst forth. "You, Del? Great Scott! your name was Hobart, wasn't it?
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