“That must be the agent’s shack1 over there,” she said, as she and Dot climbed out of the cockpit. “I hope he’s there.”
The girls walked along the beach a short distance. How different it was from Waikiki! How deserted2! Yet just as beautiful in the bright sunlight. Before they reached the shack, however, a man in a linen3 suit came out to meet them.
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“Miss Carlton and Miss Crowley, I suppose?” he inquired, holding out his hand. He was a pleasant-faced man of middle age, with a tanned complexion4 and eyes as blue as the waters of the Pacific. “My name is Jardin. I have the wireless5 from Honolulu.”
“Then you know all about us,” said Linda. “Can you take us to Steven Long’s plantation6?”
“Yes, I can. But it doesn’t seem possible that that man is a criminal. What are the charges against him?”
Briefly7, Linda told the facts of her story.
“But those are all charges against the girl,” Jardin pointed8 out. “You haven’t anything against Long.”
“He stole two planes,” insisted Dot.
“You mean his wife stole them. I don’t think that man can fly.”
Linda and Dot looked at each other in disappointment. How awful it would be if they couldn’t bring Sprague to justice! For they believed that he was responsible for the whole affair.
“Well, we’ve got plenty against the girl—if she is the one you’re seeking,” concluded Jardin. “So I’ll get my runabout and drive you over to their plantation.”
“Wait!” interposed Dot. “A plane’s coming! Who can it be?”
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“Probably only some of the coast guards,” explained Jardin, gazing up at the approaching monoplane. It was the type used by the U. S. fliers in their patrol about the islands.
Nearer and nearer it whirred; a moment later it swooped9 down on the beach a short distance from them. The pilot climbed out of the cockpit, and the girls, recognizing him instantly, uttered a wild cry of joy. It was Bertram Chase!
“Bert!” they both cried at the same time, as he rushed forward and seized their hands. “What miracle brought you here?”
“I found out about your flight at the Honolulu airport,” he replied. “You might know I’d come after you, no matter where you went!”
“But what are you doing in Hawaii?” demanded Dot.
“I sailed from Los Angeles the very night I left you—after I put the Ladybug into the airport. We’re on the track of a counterfeiter10, and a clue pointed to Honolulu. Money turned in at a bank there. So I was sent to Hawaii. Lucky break for me!” He looked admiringly at Linda.
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“That’s great!” exclaimed Dot. “Leave your plane here and come along with us in Mr. Jardin’s car. We think we’re going to nab Linda’s double at last.”
Mr. Jardin took the wheel of his runabout and Linda sat beside him. In the rumble-seat behind, Dot and Bert Chase laughed and talked excitedly of the adventure.
Over the beach, through lanes that could hardly be called roads, the little car threaded its way into the heart of the island. Fifteen minutes later, within sight of a low, straw-covered bungalow11, it came to a stop.
“This is Long’s place,” announced Jardin. “Do you all want to come in with me?”
“Certainly,” replied Dot, her eyes sparkling with anticipation12.
Along a path overgrown with ferns and flowers, in thick profusion13, the little party went single file to the veranda14 of the bungalow. Not a person was in sight; the place looked empty. Had Sprague and his wife run away again—or were they only hiding?
Jardin stepped boldly up to the door and rapped. A native boy answered his summons in a minute or two.
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“Meester Jardin,” he said, with a grin of welcome.
“Is your master about?” asked the agent.
The boy nodded and beckoned15 for them to come inside.
The room to which the door opened was deserted. A plain, bare room, with only a few rough chairs, a table, and a hard cot. Not exactly the kind of place a woman would enjoy.
“I get him,” said the boy, indicating for the visitors to be seated, and going out of the front door again.
Linda and Dot sat down upon the hard chairs, but Chase wandered aimlessly around the room, examining its scanty16 contents with curiosity. Another native boy came in with a pitcher17 of water, and Jardin inquired for Mrs. Long.
“She sick,” he explained, briefly, pointing to another room beyond, and he, too, disappeared.
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They drank their water, and waited tensely. Why didn’t the man come? Did he suspect something? Chase continued to walk about the room, peering with interest, at the closed door where the girl was supposed to be lying, stopping now at the table beside a window, and picking up a little tool that looked like a nut-pick, that was lodged18 in a crack between the table and the window-sill.
“What’s that, Bert?” asked Dot idly, not because she cared about knowing, but just for something to say.
“Looks like a dentist’s drill to me,” remarked Jardin, with a shudder19.
But Chase was holding it up, examining it closely, his eyes staring with unbelief. He had made a discovery!
“I’m going to investigate this place!” he announced, putting the little instrument into his pocket. “See you later.” And he went out of the front door.
“Now what do you suppose—?” began Dot, but she stopped abruptly20, for at that moment a door at the back opened and Long came into the room. He, like Jardin, was wearing a linen suit, and a big hat, but there was no mistaking the man. As Linda and Dot had insisted, he was none other than Leslie Sprague!
If he was startled by the sight of the two aviatrixes, he did not betray the fact by his expression. Whatever he felt, he covered his surprise by a grin.
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“Afternoon, Jardin,” he said, calmly shaking hands. “How are you?”
“Afternoon, Long,” replied the agent, looking questioningly at the girls.
“How do you do, Mr. Leslie Sprague?” asked Dot, triumphantly21.
Sprague shrugged22 his shoulders and laughed.
“A name I used in connection with moving-pictures,” he explained to Jardin.
“Where is your wife, Long?” asked the agent, desirous of getting this business over as quickly as possible. “If she is the girl these young ladies believe her to be, we have a warrant for her arrest.”
“Poor Fanny’s sick,” replied Sprague. “Too bad to arrest her now, when she feels so rotten.... Besides, it was only a prank23.” He looked understandingly at Jardin.
“A prank!” repeated Dot, in disdain24. “A prank to steal two planes, chloroform both of us, and forge a check for five thousand dollars!”
Sprague laughed uncomfortably.
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“You must be mistaken, Miss—er—Manton.” He remembered Dot’s assumed name, and took pleasure in using it. “Probably Mexican bandits did that.”
“Mexican bandits can’t fly planes!” returned Dot, defiantly25.
“We will have to take your wife, Long,” interrupted Jardin. “Go in and get her.”
“Can’t we arrest him?” demanded Dot, resentfully.
“I don’t see how we can, until we have something more definite,” replied Jardin, who was evidently an easy-going person, who hated to suspect anybody. “We can hold him as accessory while his wife is being tried....”
He stopped abruptly, for Chase suddenly opened the door and walked into the room, dragging a man with him. A hard-looking fellow, with a sullen26 expression and a slinking gait.
“I have found my counterfeiter!” Chase announced triumphantly to Jardin. “And this is his accomplice27!”
Still holding the man by the arm, the detective swung about and pointed his finger at Sprague.
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“Steven Long is the criminal the U. S. Government has been searching for for a year! Long, alias28 Logman, alias Sprague—” He stopped, and laughed. “To think that I saw this man in the studio of the Apex29 Film Corporation—even tried to help him out—and never knew who he was! The joke is on me!”
“But you’ve got him now!” cried Dot, unable to restrain her delight.
All eyes were turned upon Sprague. He was not laughing now. Rather, he was cowering30, deathly pale, holding on to a chair for support. He did not even demand how Chase had discovered his secret. But Jardin asked immediately.
“It was this little instrument I picked up out of the crack,” explained the young detective, producing the tool that resembled a nut-pick. “I recognized it as an engraver’s tool. I wondered why it should be here. And then I had an inspiration to search the place. Where could a counterfeiter work better than here on this lonely island? Under the guise31 of a pineapple planter?”
“But is that all the proof you have, Chase?” demanded Jardin, impatiently.
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“Not by any means. That was only the beginning. I wandered about the place till I found another shack, hidden almost completely by camouflage32. But I got in. And caught this fellow—” he shook his captive’s arm—“in the act of engraving33 fifty-dollar bills!”
Deliberately34, then, he reached into his pocket for two pairs of handcuffs, which he calmly proceeded to fasten upon the wrists of the two men. A tense silence lasted while he performed this operation, a silence which was suddenly broken by the hysterical35 wail36 of a girl.
In a second the closed door of the bedroom was flung open, and Linda’s double dashed into the room. Sobbing37 with fright, she threw herself at Linda’s feet.
“I didn’t know I was married to a criminal!” she wailed38. “Oh, this is the end—the end of everything! I wish I was dead!”
Leaning over, Linda gently raised the girl to her feet, and for the first time, looked into the face of her double. The same blue eyes, and blond, curly hair; a nose not unlike her own, and a lovely, flower-like complexion. But oh, how different she looked, with that expression of terror and misery39 on her face, and the tears streaming from her eyes! Like Linda, and yet totally unlike her!
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“Sit down,—Fanny,” whispered Linda. “And try to control yourself.”
The girl did as she was told, and Chase turned to Jardin.
“Let’s take these men away in your car, Jardin,” he suggested. “And come back for the girls. We’ll send a wireless for a boat to come over from Honolulu and put them into the jail there.”
“Is that all right with you, Miss Carlton?” inquired Jardin. “Can you manage Fanny till we get back?”
“Yes, that suits me,” agreed Linda.
“Do you want to say good-bye to your husband, Mrs. Long?” asked Chase.
“I never want to see him again!” was the impassioned reply. “I hate him!”
So the four men went out, leaving Linda and Dot alone at last with the girl who had made so much trouble for them. The girl who had pretended to be Linda Carlton!
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