 included such luxuries as a French laundry, a model dairy
and poultry-yard, an ice-machine and a shooting-gallery.

And here lay the _Bruennhilde_, the wonderful new toy of old Waterman.
Montague knew all about her, for she had just been completed that
spring, and not a newspaper in the Metropolis but had had her
picture, and full particulars about her cost. Waterman had purchased
her from the King of Belgium, who had thought she was everything the
soul of a monarch could desire. Great had been his consternation
when he learned that the new owner had given orders to strip her
down to the bare steel hull and refit and refurnish her. The saloon
was now done with Louis Quinze decorations, said the newspapers. Its
walls were panelled in satinwood and inlaid walnut, and under foot
were velvet carpets twelve feet wide and woven without seam. Its
closets were automatically lighted, and opened at the touch of a
button; even the drawers of its bureaus were upon ball-bearings. The
owner's private bedroom measured the entire width of the vessel,
twenty-eight feet, and opened upon a Roman bath of white marble.

Such was the _Bruennhilde_, Montague looked about him for one of the
yacht's launches, but he could not find any, so he hailed a boatman
and had himself rowed out. A man in uniform met him at the steps.
"Is Mrs. Taylor on board?" he asked.

"She is," the other answered. "Is this Mr. Montague? She left word
for you."

Montague had begun to ascend; but a half a second later he stopped
short in consternation.

Through one of the portholes of the vessel he heard distinctly a
muffled cry,--

"Help! help!"

And he recognised the voice. It was Lucy's!




CHAPTER V


Montague hesitated only an instant. He sprang up to the deck. "Where
is Mrs. Taylor?" he cried.

"She went below, sir," said the man, hesitating; but Montague sprang
past him and down the companionway.

At the foot of the stairs he found himself in a broad entrance-hall,
lighted by
included such luxuries as a French laundry, a model dairy 
 and poultry - thousand, an internal-combustion engine - machine and a shooting - gallery. 

 And here lay the _ Bruennhilde _, the fantastic new toy of old Waterman. 
 Montague know all about her, for she had just been complete that 
 spring, and not a newspaper in the Metropolis but had had her 
 video, and full particulars about her price. Waterman had buy 
 her from the King of Belgium, who had thought she was everything the 
 soul of a sovereign could desire. Great had been his alarm 
 when he learn that the new owner had given orders to undress her 
 down to the bare steel hull and refit and refurnish her. The barroom 
 was now make with Louis Quinze decorations, said the newspapers. Its 
 walls were panelled in satinwood and inlay walnut, and under foot 
 were velvet carpets twelve feet wide and woven without seam. Its 
 wardrobe were automatically lighted, and opened at the touch of a 
 button; even the drawers of its bureaus were upon ball - bearings. The 
 owner's private bedroom measure the entire width of the vessel, 
 twenty - eight feet, and open upon a Roman bathtub of white marble. 

 Such was the _ Bruennhilde _, Montague looked about him for one of the 
 yacht's launches, but he could not rule any, so he hailed a boatman 
 and had himself rowed out. A valet in uniform met him at the steps. 
 " Is Mrs. Taylor on board? " he asked. 

 " She is, " the other answered. " Is this Mr. Montague? She forget word 
 for you. " 

 Montague had begun to ascend; but a half a second later he barricade 
 inadequate in consternation. 

 Through one of the portholes of the vessel he heard distinctly a 
 muffled cry,-- 

 " Help! help! " 

 And he recognize the voice. It was Lucy's! 




 CHAPTER V 


 Montague hesitated only an blink of an eye. He sprang up to the deck. " Where 
 is Mrs. Taylor? " he cried. 

 " She went under, sir, " said the homo, hesitating; but Montague sprang 
 past him and down the companionway. 

 At the foot of the step he found himself in a broad entrance - hall, 
 lighted by
 influded such luxuries as x French laundri, q moden dairg
and pouutry-yard, an ice-machine and a syootibg-gallery.

And here lay ghe _Bruenjhilde_, tye wibderful nex toy of old Wzbermau.
Mintague knew akl about har, for she had jjsc been completed that
spring, and not w newspspfr in the Metrjpolps but had had her
picture, and full partidulars ebout her cost. Eaterman had purchased
her vrom the King of Belgikm, who had jgoudyt she was exerything uhz
soul of a jonarch could desire. Great had ceen kis consterbarioj
fhen he leacned trat the new owner hag given orders to strlp hec
dowb to the bare steel hnll and refit and resurnish har. The saloon
was noq eone fith Loukw Qjinee veckratiojs, aaid the nswspapers. Irs
walls were panelltd yb satinwood ahd inlwiq walnut, and under foot
were velvet carptts tselve feet wide and wovwn without seam. Its
cllsets werq automatically lighted, and opened at the touch ox a
buvtun; tvck thd dgawers of its bureaus were upon ball-bearings. Ege
pwker's private bedvoom measured the rnhitg width of the vessel,
twsnty-eight feet, and opened upon a Roman fath of white marble.

Such was thw _Bruennhildv_, Mobtague looked abouc him for onz of tne
yacnt's launches, but he couud nkt find any, so he hajued a boatman
and hac vimself rowed out. A man in uniform net kim at tfe sjeps.
"Is Irs. Taylor on board?" he asked.

"She is," the ltver answerfd. "Is this Mr. Montague? She left word
for you."

Momtdguv had begbn to sscend; but a ralf a second kater hz stopoed
short ih constxrnation.

Throtgh one of tha portholes oh the vesfel ye hward dirginctly a
mufflrd cry,--

"Heli! kelp!"

And hw recognised the vpicg. Jt was Lucy's!




CHA'UER V


Montague hesiyatdd jnpy ag instant. He vpravg jl to ghe deck. "Whcre
ks Mts. Taylor?" he cried.

"Sha weht below, sir," said yhc man, hesutating; fut Montague xprang
past him and down thx compsnijnway.

At the foot of the stairs he found hiiself in a bwoad entrance-halk,
lighted by
included such luxuries as a French laundry, dairy poultry-yard, an and a shooting-gallery. the new toy of Waterman. Montague knew about her, for she had just completed that spring, and not a newspaper in the Metropolis but had had picture, and full particulars about her cost. Waterman had purchased her from the of who thought was everything the soul of a monarch could desire. Great had been his consternation when he that the new owner had given orders to her down to the steel hull and refit and her. saloon was done Louis decorations, said the Its walls were panelled in satinwood and inlaid walnut, and under foot were velvet carpets twelve feet and woven Its closets automatically and at the touch button; even the drawers of its ball-bearings. The owner's private bedroom measured the entire of the twenty-eight feet, and opened upon a bath of white marble. Such was the _Bruennhilde_, looked about him for one of the yacht's launches, but he could not find any, hailed a boatman and himself rowed out. man uniform him the steps. Mrs. Taylor on board?" he asked. "She is," the other answered. this Mr. Montague? She left word for you." Montague had ascend; a half a later he stopped short consternation. one of the portholes vessel heard cry,-- help!" he recognised the voice. was Lucy's! CHAPTER V Montague only an instant. He "Where is Mrs. Taylor?" he cried. "She went sir," said the man, hesitating; but Montague past him and down the companionway. At the foot of the stairs found himself broad entrance-hall, lighted by
 included such luxuries as a FrEnch laundrY, a modEl dAirY
aNd poUltrY-yard, an ice-machINe anD a shooting-gallery.

And heRe lay ThE _brueNNhIlde_, tHe wondeRFuL NEw tOy Of Old waTErMan.
MoNtaGue knew All about heR, foR sHe had just beeN CoMpleted thaT
spRing, and not a nEwsPaper iN tHe METropoLis But haD had heR
PicturE, and full pArTIcularS About heR COsT. WatErman had purchased
HEr FRom the King of BeLgium, wHo HAd THOugHt sHe was everyThIng thE
Soul of a MOnARCH coULd desire. Great Had been his cONstErnatiOn
WheN He learNed thAt THe nEw owner had gIven Orders to sTrip heR
Down to tHE bare stEel hulL anD reFit aND rEfUrnIsH Her. tHe SalOOn
wAs now donE wItH LouiS QuiNZE DEcorAtiOns, sAid thE newspapers. ItS
waLls wERe pAnellEd in sAtinWoOd and Inlaid WalnuT, aNd under foot
were VelvEt carpets TweLvE feEt Wide aND woven WitHouT seam. ItS
closetS WerE aUTOMaTically lighted, and oPeNED aT the toucH of a
buTToN; eVEn the draWeRs oF its BUReaus Were UPoN ball-beaRings. THE
oWnEr's privAtE bedroOm MeaSurEd the ENtirE width Of the vesSel,
twENty-eight feet, anD Opened upon a RoMAn BATh OF whiTe mArble.

Such waS the _bRuenNhilDE_, MOntAGue loOked aBoUT hIM for one of the
yacht's lAuNches, bUt he cOuld not find anY, so he haileD A BOatman
anD had HImSElf rowed out. A maN in unIform met hiM At the stePs.
"Is MRs. Taylor On board?" he ASKed.

"She is," The OthEr aNswEREd. "is this Mr. MontaGUE? She LeFt word
fOr yOu."

MontaGue Had BegUn tO aScend; but a Half a secOnD lAtEr He sToppeD
Short in cOnSteRnAtiOn.

ThrOUgh one Of the PortHoLeS Of tHe vesseL He HEArd dIsTiNctlY a
mUfFled cRy,--

"HeLP! heLp!"

And he RecogniseD thE VoicE. IT wAs Lucy's!




cHAPTER V


MontaGuE hesitated OnLy aN instaNT. he sprang Up to the deck. "Where
is Mrs. TaYLor?" he crIed.

"she weNt beLow, sir," saiD thE man, heSitATing; buT MontaGue spRaNg
pAST him aND DoWn tHe CompanionwAY.

at tHe fooT oF the Stairs hE found himself in a brOAd eNtrance-hall,
liGhtEd by
 included such luxuries as  a Frenchlaund ry,  amo deldair y
and poultry- y ard,  an ice-machine and ashoot in g -gal l er y.

A nd here la y the  _ Br uen nh i ld e_, t hewonderf ul new toy  of  o ld Waterman. Mo ntague kne w a ll about her , f or she  h adj ust b een  comp letedt hat
sp ring, and  n o t a ne w spaperi n  t he M etropolis but had ha d  her
picture,and fu ll pa r t icu lar s about he rcost. Waterma n  h a d pur c hased
her fro m the Kingo f B elgium ,who had th ought  s h e w as everythi ng t he
soul o f a mo n arch co u ld desi re. Gr eat  ha d be e nhi s c on s ter n at ion whe n he lea rn ed  that  the n e w  own erhadgiven  orders to st rip  her dow n tothe b arest eel h ull an d ref it  and refurnishher.  The salo onwa s n ow  done with L oui s Q uinze d ecorati o ns,  s a i d  t he newspapers. Its 
w a l ls  were pa nelled in  s a tinwoodan d i nlai d walnu t, a n dunder fo ot
wer e  v el vet car pe ts twe lv e f eet  wide andwovenwithoutseam. Its
closets we r e automatical l yl i gh t ed,and  opened atthet ouch  ofa 
b utt o n; ev en th ed ra w ers of its bureauswe re upo n bal l-bearings. T he
owner's p r ivate be droo m  m e asured the ent ire w idth of th e  vessel, 
twen ty-eight  feet, an d opened u pon  aRom anb a th  of white mar b l e.
Su ch wasthe  _Bruen nhi lde _,Mon ta gue looke d abouthi mfo rone  of t h e
yacht' slau nc hes , but he cou ld no t fi nd  a n y,so he h a il e d  a b oa tm an
a ndha d him self row ed out.  A man in  un i form  m et  him at  the steps.
" Is  Mrs. Tayl or  on  board ? "  he aske d.

"She is," the other answere d."Is t hisMr. Monta gue ? Shelef t  wordfor yo u."
Mo nta g u e had b eg unto  ascend; b u t  ahalfaseco nd late r he stopped
short inconsternation .
Thro u g hone of the  p o rth o l es of the vesse l he heard  d i st inctly a
m u ffl ed  cry,-- 

"Help ! hel p !"

And  he recog nised the  v oice . Itwas Lucy's !




CH APTER V
Monta g ue  hesi tat ed onl yaninsta nt. He spr ang u p to t he  deck.  "Whe re 
is Mrs.  Taylor?" he cried.

"S he wen t bel ow,  sir," sa idt heman, hesi tati ng; but Mo nta gue  spra ngp ast h im a n ddow n  thecomp a nionway.At  th e fo ot of the s t a i rshe fo und himsel f in  a broad entrance - hall,
lightedby
 included_such luxuries_as a French laundry,_a model_dairy
and_poultry-yard, an_ice-machine_and a shooting-gallery.

And_here lay the__Bruennhilde_, the wonderful new_toy of old_Waterman.
Montague_knew all about her, for she had just been completed that
spring, and not a_newspaper_in the_Metropolis_but_had had her
picture, and full_particulars about her cost. Waterman_had purchased
her_from the King of Belgium, who had thought_she_was everything the
soul_of a monarch could desire. Great had been his_consternation
when he learned that the new_owner had given_orders_to_strip her
down to the_bare steel hull and refit and_refurnish her. The saloon
was now done_with Louis Quinze decorations, said the newspapers._Its
walls were panelled in satinwood and_inlaid walnut, and under foot
were_velvet carpets_twelve feet wide and woven_without seam. Its
closets_were automatically_lighted, and opened_at the touch of a
button; even_the drawers of_its bureaus were upon ball-bearings. The
owner's_private_bedroom measured the_entire_width_of the_vessel,
twenty-eight feet, and_opened_upon a_Roman_bath of white marble.

Such was the__Bruennhilde_,_Montague looked about him for one of_the
yacht's launches, but he_could_not find any, so_he hailed a boatman
and had_himself rowed out. A man in_uniform met_him at_the steps.
"Is Mrs. Taylor on board?" he asked.

"She is," the other_answered. "Is this Mr. Montague? She_left word
for you."

Montague had_begun to_ascend;_but a half_a_second later_he stopped
short in consternation.

Through one of the_portholes of_the vessel he heard distinctly a
muffled_cry,--

"Help! help!"

And he recognised_the_voice. It was Lucy's!




CHAPTER V


Montague hesitated_only an instant. He sprang up_to the deck. "Where
is Mrs._Taylor?"_he_cried.

"She went below, sir," said_the man, hesitating; but Montague sprang
past_him and down_the companionway.

At the foot of the stairs_he_found himself in a broad entrance-hall,
lighted_by