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Purser Traynor, now totally vanished, and the rumored aspersions of a fair incognita, known only to Captain Petty, a man who had few associates in the "line" or outside the limited circle of the General's personal staff, and who was not too well liked even there. And, as the revulsion of feeling set in, Petty set out for Yuma.
No specific charges had been laid at his door, said the owners, when questioned. Nothing had been proved, nothing probably would be, that they knew of; but the captain had sailed with Traynor several years, and had views of his own as to that gentleman's integrity, which when communicated to Mr. Traynor did not seem to surprise him, and remained uncontradicted.
Not since its master's departure for South Africa had the Traynor residence been the scene of so much life and gayety. Every window literally blazed with light. From the front door at the top of the high stoop down to the edge of the street curb, stretched a canvas awning to protect arriving guests from the inclemency of the weather. It was a stormy night.
A news item in connection with the affair, which was of particular interest to Helen, ran as follows: "The loss of the Abyssinia brought to a tragic ending a remarkable romance in which Mr. Kenneth Traynor, one of the rescued passengers and a prominent New York broker, is one of the principal figures. Mr.
Standing six feet two in his stockings, muscular, sinewy, without an ounce of superfluous fat, Kenneth Traynor looked as though he could give a good account of himself no matter in what tight place he found himself.
This armor has to be strong, for, with the air pressure inside, it must resist a pressure of nearly half a pound per square inch for each foot we go to be exact, something like a hundred and five pounds per square inch at the depth of the wreck. Perhaps if Traynor had been diving we might have thought that that was the trouble." It was the first reference since we arrived to the tragedy.
"Then who is the other Mr. Traynor?" Now it was Kenneth's turn to be surprised. "The other Mr. Traynor?" he echoed stupefied. "Yes the gentleman who looks more like you than you do yourself. He arrived here a month ago. We all took him for you." For the first time a light broke in on the darkness. Who was the person who looked so like him that he could successfully impersonate him?
This plan, which had the general approval of the mining companies, practically gave Kenneth Traynor control of the diamond industry of the world, an industry which in South Africa alone had already produced 100,000,000 carats estimated to be worth $750,000,000. Overnight, Kenneth found himself many times a millionaire. It had come at last what he waited for all these years.
Steell could prevent her the young girl had opened the front door. Now there was no way of preventing Helen knowing. The best thing was to prepare her gently. "My dear Mrs. Traynor I didn't tell you the trouble just now. There has been a little trouble. The Abyssinia " Helen gave a cry of anguish. "I knew it! I knew it! Kenneth is dead!" "No, no, my dear lady.
The nurse stopped in her work and looked at him curiously. In surprise, she exclaimed: "Your wife! Have you a wife?" It was his turn now to be surprised. In somewhat peevish tone he said: "Of course I've a wife everyone knows that." "What's her name?" "Helen Helen Traynor." Enthusiastically, he added: "Oh, you'd just love my wife if you only knew her. She's the sweetest, the most unselfish "
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