Modern Screen (Dec 1931 - Nov 1932 (assorted issues))

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WATCH FOR THIS IN MODERN SCREEN 112 Luckner has the watch and stands scanning the sea. An island appears over the horizon, a green isle with palms and white cottages. He quickly recognizes it. It is the same that he saw when he was pig boy aboard the Russian Niobe. It is the isle where the fairy princess dwells. He goes ashore, alone, in a dream, and wanders among the palms and flowers. He sees the fairy princess and pursues her, but she is only an illusion. That night a reception is held aboard ship in honor of the local Royal Spanish Society. Luckner, always the entertainer on every ship, is obliged to get himself up as a Hindu fakir and amuse the crowd with the magic tricks he learned from a troupe of Hindus in Australia. He is in the middle of one of his tricks when his hands grow clumsy. He sees his fairy princess. She has come in on the arm of her father, a portly American. The Count is all confusion and unable to go on with his act. He stops abruptly, slips back into his naval uniform and immediately seeks an introduction to the blonde Irma and her father. He finds that they are on the island for the latter's health. The moloch of big business has nearly made a wreck of the American millionaire. He has a villa on the island. Among those in the gathering is another man of wealth, a Eurasian from Bombay. A sleek, polished, immaculate and somewhat sardonic combination of Oriental and Occidental. His mother was a Malay, his father a Scottish cotton merchant. From the latter he inherited the Highland name of McCall McCowan. He is interesting the father in various far-flung financial projects — and is in love with the daughter. During succeeding days the Count courts Irma. The Eurasian regards the breezy sailor with a venomous eye. There is a scene between the two men, guile against open strength. Luckner rushes Irma off her feet with his impetuosity. They become engaged. The polished rejected suitor from Bombay swears that the marriage shall not take place. Luckner laughs at him. But before the month is over, the War comes and the marriage is postponed until the return of peace. Then one day he gets a hurried summons from the Admiralty: "You are to take a sailing ship out through the British blockade," snaps the old sea dog, "and raid the seas." THE raiding ship is a stout American built clipper. Only one man of the crew is not ideally fitted for the cruise. He happens to be the son of a high German official. Von Spitz believes that he should be in command. Then comes the running of the blockade, the search by a British cruiser and the hood-winking of the British. A heavy storm blows the raiding clipper off her course. At last when it clears, the Count sees that he is near the Canaries. The lure is too great and he is unable to resist the temptation of sailing nearer for a glimpse of his dream isle where his fairy princess lives. Off Fuerta Ventura : The commander stands on the quarter deck, gazing through his binoculars. He picks out the villa of his Irma. He must go on with his buccaneering cruise. Waving farewell to the island, he swings his ship's bow to the West and the island drops from view. But what is that? A yacht is bearing down upon them and she flies the British flag. Here may be an ideal opportunity to take on board a fresh supply of provisions, of which they are badly in need as a result of everything getting soaked through in the gales of the north. "Wait till we are near her," says Luckner, "and then ..." Aboard the yacht: Irma, her father, and the Eurasian from Bombay, whose yacht it is, are returning from a short pleasure cruise, little dreaming that a. raider might be in these seas. There is a scene between the girl and the swarthy McCall McGowan — "you might as well forget this blustering German because you are unlikely ever to see him again." While they are talking an old clipper ship is steering toward them. "Isn't she a funny old tub," says Irma. Suddenly the harmless clipper's concealed gunports open. The German flag of war runs up the masthead. Consternation and surrender. The Eurasian is mortified — green with rage. The Count is in a quandary. If he lets his new prisoners go, why then his whole secret will be out and the Allied world will know that a German sailing ship is at large on the seas as a merchant raider. He decides there is but one thing he can do — take Irma and the rest along. Irma, high spirited young lady that she is, doesn't mind that a bit. Her sputtering father is speechless with outraged dignity. The raider sails away looking for ships to capture. Von Spitz, subtle and elegant, sees that the Eurasian, McCowan, hates the Count. Their common hatred of von Luckner quickly draws thein together and they plan to overthrow him. Then follow the capture and sinking of many ships. The Eurasian and von Spitz confabulate. "I have been sounding out the prisoners," says the Eurasian, "but things are not right. Luckner is treating them too well. They cannot be trusted. It would be dangerous to say anything openly to them. But wait. Sooner or later the right kind of men will come aboard." Aboard the old Pinmore : Captain Greggins, the saltiest old time sea dog on the ocean, is having trouble with his Malav crew. Mutiny is threatening. Half a d'ozen Malays refuse obedience. The grim skipper walks among them, marlinspike in hand, and cows them. But he knows it will go hard with him and his officers unless something turns up. A sailing ship is sighted. She cuts across the Pinmore's bow. Aboard the raider: Luckner studies the distant ship through his glass. He descries the name "Pinmore." "Gott in Himmel ! My old Pinmore,'