Part 11 (2/2)

But the silhouette of the man who had uttered those last words stood out plainly between Ruth and the fading light. He was tall, with heavy shoulders, and a fat, beefy face. That smoothly shaven countenance looked like n.o.body that she had ever seen before; but the barking voice sounded exactly like that of Legrand, Mrs. Rose Mantel's a.s.sociate and particular friend!

CHAPTER XII-THROUGH DANGEROUS WATERS

There were a number of people aboard s.h.i.+p whom Ruth Fielding had not met, of course; some whom she had not even seen. And this was not to be wondered at, for the feminine members of the supply unit were grouped together in a certain series of staterooms; and they even had their meals in a second cabin saloon away from the hospital units.

She looked, for some moments, at the huge shoulders of the man who had spoken in German, hoping he would turn to face her. She had not observed him since coming aboard the s.h.i.+p at Philadelphia.

It seemed scarcely possible that this could be Legrand, the man who she had come to believe was actually responsible for the fire in the Robinsburg Red Cross rooms. If he was a traitor to the organization-and to the United States as well-how dared he sail on this s.h.i.+p for France, and with an organization of people who were sworn to work for the Red Cross?

Was he sufficiently disguised by the shaving of his beard to risk discovery? And with that peculiar, sharp, barking voice! ”A Prussian drill master surely could be no more abrupt,” thought Ruth.

As the s.h.i.+p in these dangerous waters sailed with few lamps burning, and none at all had been turned on upon the main deck, it was too dark for Ruth to see clearly either the man who had spoken or the person hidden by the wraps in the deck chair.

She saw the spotlight in the hand of an officer up the deck and she hastened toward him. The pa.s.sengers were warned not to use the little electric hand lamps outside of the cabins and pa.s.sages. She was not mistaken in the ident.i.ty of this person with the lamp. It was the purser.

”Oh, Mr. Savage!” she said. ”Will you walk with me?”

”Bless me, Miss Fielding! you fill me with delight. This is an unexpected proposal I am sure,” he declared in his heavy, English, but good-humored way.

”'Fash not yoursel' wi' pride,' as Chief Engineer Douglas would say,”

laughed Ruth. ”I am going to ask you to walk with me so that you can tell me the name of another man I am suddenly interested in.”

”What! What!” cried the purser. ”Who is that, I'd like to know. Who are you so suddenly interested in?”

She tried to explain the appearance of the round-shouldered man as she led the purser along the deck. But when they reached the spot where Ruth had left the individuals both had disappeared.

”I don't know whom you could have seen,” the purser said, ”unless it was Professor Perry. His stateroom is yonder-A-thirty-four. And the little chap in the deck chair might be Signor Aristo, an Italian, who rooms next door, in thirty-six.”

”I am not sure it was a man in the other chair.”

”Professor Perry has nothing to do with the ladies aboard, I a.s.sure you,” chuckled the purser. ”A dry-as-dust old fellow, Perry, going to France for some kind of research work. Comes from one of your Western universities. I believe they have one in every large town, haven't they?”

”One what?” Ruth asked.

”University,” chuckled the Englishman. ”You should get acquainted with Perry, if his appearance so much interests you, Miss Fielding.”

But Ruth was in no mood for banter about the man whose appearance and words had so astonished her. She said nothing to the purser or to anybody else about what she had heard the strange man say in German. No person who belonged-really _belonged_-on this Red Cross s.h.i.+p, should have said what he did and in that tone!

He spoke to his companion as though there was a settled and secret understanding between them. And as though, too, he had a power of divination about what the German U-boat commanders would do, beyond the knowledge possessed by the officers of the steams.h.i.+p.

What could a ”dry-as-dust” professor from a Western university have in common with the person known as Signor Aristo, who Ruth found was down on the s.h.i.+p's list as a chef of a wealthy Fifth Avenue family, going back to his native Italy.

It was said the Signor had had a very bad pa.s.sage. He had kept to his room entirely, not even appearing on deck. _Was he a man at all?_

The thought came to Ruth Fielding and would not be put away, that this small, retiring person known as Signor Aristo might be a woman. If Professor Perry was the distinguished Legrand what was more possible than that the person Ruth had seen in the deck chair was Mrs. Rose Mantel, likewise in disguise?

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