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The Sunken Treasure
"Get story Everson and bride yacht Belle Aventure
seeking treasure sunk Gulf liner Antilles."
Kennedy and I had proceeded after a few leisurely days in St. Thomas to Porto Rico. We
had no particular destination, and San Juan rather appealed to us as an objective point
because it was American.
It was there that I found waiting for me the above message by wireless from the Star in
New York.
San Juan was, as we had anticipated, a thoroughly Americanized town and I lost no time
in getting around at once to the office of the leading newspaper, the Colonial News. The
editor, Kenmore, proved to be a former New York reporter who had come out in answer
to an advertisement by the proprietors of the paper.
"What's the big story here now?" I asked by way of preface, expecting to find that
colonial newspapermen were provincial.
"What's the big story?" repeated Kenmore, impatiently pushing aside a long leader on
native politics and regarding me thoughtfully. "Well, I'm not superstitious, but a
honeymoon spent trying to break into Davy Jones's locker for sunken treasure--I guess
that's a good story, isn't it?"
I showed him my message and he smiled. "You see, I was right," he exclaimed. "They're
searching now at the Cay d'Or, the Golden Key, one of the southernmost of the Bahamas,
I suppose you would call it. I wish I was like you. I'd like to get away from this political
stuff long enough to get the story."
He puffed absently on a fragrant native cigar. "I met them all when they were here,
before they started," he resumed, reminiscently. "It was certainly a picturesque outfit--
three college chums--one of them on his honeymoon, and the couple chaperoning the
bride's sister. There was one of the college boys- -a fellow named Gage--who fairly made
"How was that?" inquired Kennedy, who had accompanied me, full of zest at the prospect
of mixing in a story so romantic.
"Oh, I don't know that it was his fault--altogether," replied Kenmore. "There's a young
lady here in the city, the daughter of a pilot, Dolores Guiteras. She had been a friend of
some one in the expedition, I believe. I suppose that's how Gage met her. I don't think
either of them really cared for each other. Perhaps she was a bit jealous of the ladies of
the party. I don't know anything much about it, only I remember one night in the cafe of
the Palace Hotel, I thought Gage and another fellow would fight a duel-- almost--until