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SYNOPSIS.
On Windward Island Palidorl Intrigues
Mrs Golden into an appearanre of evil
which causes Golden to capture anil tor
ture the Italian by branding his face and
crushing his hand. Palidorl floods the is
land and kidnaps Golden’s little daughter
Margery. Twelve years later in New York
a Masked One rescues Margery from Le
gar and takes her to her father's home,
whence she is recaptured. Margery’s
mother fruitlessly Implores Golden to find
their daughter. The Laughing Mask
again takes Margery away from
sends to Golden a warning and a.
demand for a portion of the chart of
Windward Island. Margery meets her
mother. The chart is lost in a fight be
tween Manley and one of Legar’s hench
men, but is recovered by the Laughing
Mask Count Da Espares figures in a
dubious attempt to entrap Legar and
claims to have killed him. Golden’s house
is dynamited during a masked ball. Le
gar escapes hut Da Espares is crushed in
the ruins. Margery rescues the Laughing
Mask from the police. Manley finds Mar
gery not indifferent to his love He saves
her from Manke’s poisoned arrows.
TENTH EPISODE
THE LIVING DEAD
"I’m opposed to your plan, sir,” !
Enoch Golden declared with heat, "and
I always will he opposed to it!”
David Manley, as he stared across
the table at the ruffled old millionaire,
tried to control himself to patience.
"But you acknowledge that you are
equally opposed to Legar’s intrusions
Into this house, to having his secret
agents planted about at your elbows.
But when I work out a plan that offers
a reasonable promise of trapping Le
gal - and his men, vou stop the whole
business by declaring it’s lacking in
dignity!”
“Dignity is something which depart
ed from this house the day Legar first
forced his way into it!” was Golden’s
bitter retort.
"Precisely!” cried young Manley.
"His whole campaign has been one of
Intimidation, of threats and assaults
and reprisals. They have been try
ing to fight us with terror. So my
contention is, why not give them a
dose of their medicine? Why not
fight them with their own weapons,
and in doing so, perhaps go them one
better?”
"But I can only repeat my convic
tions that your plan can’t succeed!”
protested the tremulous-voiced old
financier.
"Why not leave that to me?” cut in
young Manley, with his first touch of
impatience.
"I’ve left a good many things to you,
Davy; but I don’t encourage men to
plan their own funerals!”
"Yet I’ve thought this out, sir, and
I maintain that It's worth a try. You
know as well as I do that these men
who work with Legar are an ignorant
and illiterate lot. They’re not afraid
of force. But when you confront them
with the supernatural, you get them
face to face with something they can’t
understand. And what they can’t un
derstand they are going to be afraid
of!”
"And you think you're going to
frighten 'eta away with a casket!”
“I’m going to make them believe that
David Manley, having departed this
life because of an attack on. his per
son by one Mauki, with poisoned ar
row's, is about to be duly interred in
the Golden mausoleum, and —”
“But you couldn’t even get a wax
figure that would fool a five-year-old
child! You couldn’t —”
"I’ve already got the figure, inter
rupted Manley. “And it strikes me as
being an exceptionally perfect one.”
“But what’s all this funeral business
to lead to?” demanded the old finan
cier.
“It leads to the fact that Legar and
his men will be duly informed of my
death, for I want all the servants in
this house to pass before the casket
and see me in it. And Legar’s spy
will be one of them. So Legar, you
may be sure, will get the facts as soon
as they are known. He will be tipped
ofT aa to the day and hour of the
funeral. He will also be told that the
cortege, say of three carriages, is to
proceed to the Golden mausoleum, and
that Margery Golden is to go in one
of the carriages. And that lonely spot
will strike him as precisely the right
spot for making a coup.”
“And what do we gain by that?”
“We’ll fill our big thirty-thousand
dollar mausoleum with thirty big police
men, and round up the gang before
Legar can even smell a rat.”
But Enoch Golden remained uncon
vinced.
“Well, it may be a brilliant plan,
but you '.an please leave me out of it,”
he finally announced.
“That’s just what I’ve been asking
for,” explained Manley. "All I want is
to be allowed to conduct it in my own
way.”
David Manley, how’ever, did not con
duct that strange funeral altogether
in his own way. Carefully as every
detail had been planned, there were
one or two minor features which at
the time escaped his attention.
The most inconspicuous and yet the
most vital of these was, perhaps, the
personality of the driver of the third
carriage in that small cortege which
wended its way so decorously from the
Golden home. For under the funereal
outfit of this placid-eyed driver re-
posed the stalwart body of a certain
One-Lamp Louie, long known among
his associates as an habitue of the
Owl’s Nest and an underground agent
for Jules Legar himself.
Now One-Lamp Louis gave no prom
ise of either active or passive inter
ference with these duly appointed mor
tuary exercises until the city itself
had been left well behind. Then,
awakening to the fact tnat they were
! traversing a desirably sequestered
j stretch of road, he watched intently
j lor certain prearranged signals from
his one-armed accomplice. Immediate
ly after the discovery of those looked
for signs the spirited team driven by
One-Lamp Louie showed unexpected
yet unmistakable evidences of restive
ness.
But there was a limit to what that
team of spirited blacks would endure.
And they suddenly, to ail intents and
purposes, determined to follow their
own line of travel at their own rate
of speed, for. as the driver sat on the
j box apparently sawing on the reins,
that exasperated team plunged sud
denly forward, swerved across the
: road, and went galloping down a tree
screened bypath which was little more
than a cart trail winding in and out
through slopes of greensward and
shrubbery.
Half a mile deeper in that shrub
bery this runaway team would surely
have reached the spot where a black
limousine stood hidden away in the
shadow of laurel-copse, had not still
another and an equally unheralded fac
tor entered into the situation. This
factor took the form of a high-power
roadster in which was seated a man
wearing a yellow mask. His irrup
tion into that orderly little procession,
indeed, proved as abrupt as One-Lamp
Louie’s eruption from it. And he
seemed plainly suspicious of both
Louie’s motives and movements, for
he lost no time in swinging from the
highway and plunging recklessly after
the runaway carriage.
As his car approached the runaw r ay
cab that mysterious stranger, known
as the Laughing Mask, stepped to the
running-board of his roadster, leaning
far out as the two swerving vehicles
drew together. One-Lamp Louie, what
ever he may have thought of that ap
proach, had little means of evading
it. To swing off what narrow road re
mained before him seemed frankly
suicidal. To lash his team to greater
effort was already out of the question.
To take his hands from the reins,
even, along that uncertain road, was
equally foolhardy. So the strange race
went on, the swaying and bounding
cab with a white-faced girl tossed
about under its hood, the leaping and
lurching roadster, every second draw
ing closer down on its quarry yet
every second threatening to turn tur
tle over one of the grassy embank
ments above which it shuddered and
slewed.
It was the Laughing Mask, leaning
far out from his running-board, who
threw open the cab-door and called
sharply to the startled girl.
“Quick,” he commanded.
For one moment she hesitated.
Then she reached out for the unsteady
hand groping for her.
The next moment she found herself
sitting back, a little breathless, in the
leather-upholstered seat of the road
ster and tho man in the Laughing
Mask smiling down at her.
*******
The Black Watch.
A number of things had happened
and were happening to disconcert, if
not to discourage, the redoubtable Le
gar. That astute young adventuress,
Betsy Le Marsh, alias Williamsburg
Elsie, who. with the aid of divers
forged recommendations, had installed
herself in the Golden household, re
peatedly and stubbornly reported that
David Manley was dead.
Williamsburg Elsie also expressed
a strong desire to migrate from the
house in which she found herself so
inquisitive a maid, since that house,
she declared, was too full of “queer
things” for her comfort.
When, at Legar’s suggestion, she
had tried to "pump a needleful o’
dope” into her altogether unsuspecting
mistress, a dead man's face had sud
denly appeared between her and the
bedroom door. And on two different
occasions, after midnight, when she
had ventured down to the housekeep
er’s telephone to send in a secret mes
sage to Legar himself, she had found
herself confronted by a ghost In white.
Nor was Betsy Le Marsh the only
malcontent. Even Red Egan himself,
one of the best “cold-steel” men in
all the group that clustered about the
Owl’s Nest, had of late shown unmis
takable signs of mental disturbance.
A dead man's ghost, he declared, had
looked in through one of the head
quarters’ windows. Red Egan, it is
true, had promptly emptied his six
shooter at that phantasmal intruder,
but with nothing more to show for it
than a shattered window-sash and six
panes of broken glass.
When the master-criminal, to put
an end to all such absurdities, had by
tho force of many dire threats and
oaths compelled both One-Lamp Louie
and Red Egan himself to repair to the
Golden mausoleum and verify the con
tents of the mysterious casket there
deposited. Red Egan had returned with
the preposterous story of a white sheet
suddenly descending out of the black
ness of the vault and whisking One-
Lamp Louie out of reach and also out
of fight. And since the once valiant
Red Egan showed so craven a spirit
that nothing short of a quart of three
star brandy could tranquilize his shak
! en nerves and since One-Lamp Louie
showed no signs of returning from
the mysterious realms into which
the afore-mentioned white sheet had
whisked him, Legar promptly and
i wrathfully decided to take the matter
! his own hands. He would lay
this ghost, he announced, or something
would go smash in the process.
! But he had no intention of approach
j ing that intimidating mausoleum with
! out due and definite preparation. With
him he took a powerful pocket flash
light, a Colt automatic pistol and a
couple of extra clips of cartridges,
nut the instrument on which he re
posed the most confidence was a gun
metal disk little bigger than a pocket
aneroid, some three inches in diame
ter and no thicker than a man’s hand.
This innocent-looking disk, which
could be slipped into a vest pocket as
easily as a timepiece, was known to
the habitues of the Owl's Nest as the
Black Watch.
While actually nothing more than
a small-sized hand grenade, its claim
to distinction lay in the tremendous
explosive power which stood com
pressed between its slender metal
walls.
Legar was not a coward. Yet as he
stood in the clammy midnight air of the
Golden mausoleum and quietly removed
the screws that held the top on the
black casket beside him, he found that
combination of silence and gloom and
unsavory surroundings a little more of
a strain on his nerves than he had
anticipated. Yet as he lifted back the
sable cover of the casket he did so
with a hand that was still steady.
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THE DOUGLAS ENTERPRISE, DOUGLAS, GEORGIA.
When She Tried to "Pump a Needleful o' Dope” Into Her Mistress, a
Dead Man's Face Appeared.
Thence he to’bk up his flashlight, and
pressing close to the coffin’s side,
stood studying the pallid face that lay
surrounded by its even more pallid
drapery of white satin.
He stared at that pallid face long
and intently. He stared at it with stu
dious and narrowing eyes. Then he
did a strange and an inexplicable
thing.
Lifting his maimed right arm that
ended in its shank of steel, he brought
it down with a crash on the glass
cover of the casket. Then, as though
infuriated by some unreasoning hatred
for the pallid face still staring so im
passively up at him, he struck again.
This time the blow fell directly on the
head between the white satin swath
iags. But that flailing arm, instead of
striking ? human head of flesh and
bone, crashed down through a thin
shell of fiber and tinted wax.
Legar, focusing his light on that
shattered mask, emitted a short bark
of triumph as the meaning of it all
came home to him. He leaned for
several minutes over the violated cas
ket, staring at it with insolent yet ab
stracted eyes, pondering just what
move could lie beyond so intricately en
gineered a subterfuge. And the an
swer to that question came more
promptly and more directly than he
had anticipated. For as he stood
there, turning a piece of the wax-cov
ered tissue meditatively over in his
fingers, the electric bulbs that strung
the mausoleum roof broke into sudden
light. From different quarters of that
shadowy building, at the same time,
stepped a group of hidden officers,
headed by David Manley himself.
So quickly and so quietly did that
transformation take piace, indeed,
that the man leaning over the casket
had neither time nor chance to change
his position. He merely blinked a lit
tle stupidly at the revolver which
glimmered in Manley's hand. Then,
with a gesture that seemed equally
stupid, he reached for his watch and
held the heavy gun-metal case medi
tatively between his fingers.
“Stick ’em up!” Manley was at the
same time commanding with a curt
head movement towards Legar’s
hands. “It may have taken some
work, but this is the time we gather
you in!”
Legar laughed as he confronted his
enemies.
“Do you want to take me alive?’
"Alive or dead, I’m going to take
you!”
"Then take this first,” cried Legar.
At the same moment that he spoke
the left hand in which he still held
what seemed to be a black metal
watch case swung forward. And as
that object which so closely resembled
a black watch hurtled through the air,
Legar flung himself flat on his face
along the vault flooring. Then the
black watch struck.
The next moment the walls of that
ponderous structure of marble and
sandstone seemingly built to defy time
itself, lifted bodily in the air, like the
hull of a torpedoed dreadnaught.
Then, following the roar and rumble
of that vast detonation, came the mo
mentary catastrophic silence which
so strangely and yet so inevitably suc
ceeds a calamity too gigantic and too
abrupt to be understood.
That ominous silence, however, last
ed only for a few seconds. Out of it
arose muffled calls and thin cries for
help, followed by answering shouts
from many different points in the
darkness as rescuing hands set to
work on the ruins.
And out of those ruins, while this
work was going on, emerged two
bruised and tattered figures strangely
divergent in appearances. The first
figure, worming its way out through
the interstices of crumbled rock and
cement, as cautiously and as silently
as a wounded blacksnake might crawl
from a cave, bore an iron claw at the
end of its right arm and betrayed an
unmistakable desire to creep away in
to the darkness before being observed.
The second man, who, on recovering
consciousness found himself encaged
between two fallen pillars of marble
topped by one of the roof slabs, experi
enced no little difficulty in emerging
to the open, so closely were these pro
tecting pillars wedged about him.
But as he worked his bruised body
through that Giant’s Causeway of bro
ken rock, he felt grateful enough, re
membering what had happened, to be
still alive. And sore as he was in
body, he was even more bruised in
spirit at the memory of the fact that
his enemy, Jules Legar, had at the
last moment escaped from his clutch.
*******
The Lake of Fire.
Legar, lucky as his escape had been,
knew that his margin of safety was
still too narrow for much immediate
comfort of either mind or body. So
he crawled away as best he could,
nursing his strength when he came to
cover and going on again when some
passing light showed that cover to be
none too dense. But he did not give
up until he had reached higher
ground. There he was able to hide
himself in a thicket and rest for an
hour or two.
But to remain in that neighborhood
until morning, he knew, would be out
of the question. About that whole
suspected area, he felt, the police
would surely throw a cordon, and the
resource of disguise was no longer at
his disposal. Already from where he
lay, he could see dozens of moving
lamps of workers about the mauso
leum ruins. He could also see the
glow of a powerful pair of headlights,
apparently on a moto" car threading
its way to the scene cf the explosion.
And to the north he could even more
distinctly see the fiery tongues of the
chimney flares above the Westingham
foundry, where hundreds of toilers,
turning night into day, worked about
the great blast furnaces and cauldrons
of molten metal.
In a foundry such as that, he sud
denly remembered, lay his best
chance for escape. Disheveled as he
was, he could pass unnoticed among
those sooty workers. And when the
night shift went off, he told himself,
he could slip away in their midst, un
noticed and unchallenged. And if the
worst came to the worst he could
crawl into hiding somewhere about
the tangle of machinery under that
foundry roof itself, and there lay up
until he knew the coast was clear
again, with the chance of stealing a
puddler's “jumper” for a disguise and
a dinner pail or two full of food for a
meal.
All this Legar might have done, and
might have done without great diffi
culty, had not a trace of his older ob
session of hate impinged on his clear
ly outlined course of action.
He was once more himself, by this
time, walking with a limp that was
scarcely discernible. But as he stole
down from the higher ground and
made his way back towards the West
ingham chimney flares he became
once more conscious of the whiter
glare along the roadside he was so
cautiously skirting. This, he remem
bered, as he stole nearer, came from
the headlights of a stalled limousine.
Then he made a second and a more
startling discovery. He knew, even
before he caught sight of Train work
ing over his helpless car, that it be
longed to Enoch Golden. But what
actually drew him closer to the spot
was a glimpse of Margery Golden her
self, in a gray fur motor coat, as she
stepped from the body of the car and
came full into the glare of the head
lights, closer beside her stooping
chauffeur.
“Are we stalled?” he could hear the
girl ask.
“We’ll be off again in a minute or
two, Miss Margery,” was Train’s pre
occupied reply.
"But I can t stand here helpless,”
protested the girl. "I can’t wait. I
must know what has happened to Da
vid Manley.”
“Whatever it. was, it’s over and
done by this time.”
"But he may be dead. He may be
lying crushed under those fallen pil
lars. I must go on. Tell father I
couldn’t wait, that I’ve gone ahead
on foot!”
Legar, crouching back in the shaw
ows, heard these hurried words and
as hurriedly acted on them. Slinking
back through the bushes, he swung
about and followed the girl through
the darkness.
Yet It was not until the girl had
passed well out of hailing distance
of the headlighted car that Legar
circled even more hurriedly forward
and swung in again to intercept her.
She was trudging, a little breath
lessly, up a sandy slope, with her
straining eyes still fixed on the mov
ing lanterns about the ruined mauso
leum. ■
Then, swinging apparently out of:!
the empty air about her, a circle of
steel, suddenly encompassing her arm®!
brought her to an abrupt stop.
With one quick movement Lega.
tore the motor veil from her heat
twisted it into a coil, and flung
about her neck. And all the while tl
Iron Claw, grappling at her arm, he/
her as a steel trap might.
She was already dizzy with
when she heard the sharp crack oia
revolver shot close over her
This was followed by a quick shit
and a muttered oath. She felt her if
forcibly flung from Legar’s arms i to
the arms of another man pan ig
breathlessly up the sandy slope, fie
could see this man, even as he ] dd
her from falling, stop to level hisi un
at the fleeing figure of Legar. Fhe
could see him shoot again, and km it was as he maneuvered to bring
again, at the same moment that Train pout this shift of position that the
and the plunging automobile came r er-watchful Legar, alert for the most
throbbing and panting up to the scene, ivial advantage, saw his chance,
the electric lamps throwing out theli/ winging his body suddenly free from
wavering, long columns of white lighfts footing on the narrow ledge of
as they came. Then the stranger. aPnetal where he stoed, he pendulumed
rested fcy certain gasping and guiowards his momentarily unstable op
gling sounds from the throat of thPonent, throwing his feet forward and
half-garroted girl in his arms, stoope u Pward, as he did so with all the fore©
down and tore the constricting v«of a football player kicking a double
away from the slender, white colun punt.
of her neck. And Margery, openi
her eyes, saw that it was the Laui
ing Mask bending above her.
"It was Legar!” she gasped
Train, followed by her father, ct
panting up to where they stood.
“And there he goes now!” cried*
Laughing Mask, pointing down 3
long lane of light columning out a
the car’s lamps. Across that
river of light they could cai a
K’limpse of a tall figure skulki jff
into the darkness.
“Follow that man with you ,r >
the Laughing Mask suddenly cf° ut
to the chauffeur.
“No car could travel throuf 31111 '
try like that!” protested Trail
“Then keep your lights on aiain
road to the west here, so aj
him up if he tried to brea> oug h
on that side. I'll swing arod y the
foundry yards and head him* 11 t -* le
east!”
And the next moment tf ian j n
the yellow mask had disf re( * ' n
the darkness. Golden and daugh
ter stood staring after hii
i rtl-n Ann
Two minutes later th ac^ness
| that had swallowed h jp was
1 stabbed by a series of 1 flas hes,
followed by the repeat* °* a
revolver. From the gloc nearer
the shadowy piles of th' st ' ng^ aTn
foundry came an answ serles
shots.
“That means he's r 1 the
foundry, sir!” cried tk'’ te< * T rain
as he swung his car i
“Then, for God’s sa e * us there,
as quick as you c commanded
Enoch Golden as thf lurchod and
pulsed and crawled^ etween the
broken shrubbery, ; OUS Bearc h
for some open pat!
But both Legar J llß Pursuer
were by this time beyond their
line of vision. T h; perate - mind ed
master criminal, tact ’ realizing
that his enemy ssing close a *
his heels, mounte<* g plle> propped
flat, and emptied^ 3 olve f hito the 1
darkness, where I ' aug b i ng Mask i
should have bee*
But the wary er - dropping low , <
beside an empt* 1 barrel, held his *
fire and ! ® moment he , i
heard the cri und footsteps j c
along the sla’ 0 he once more *
took up the p : ,j
That pursu through a narrow h
lane between pi,es of structural
iron. It led through an abandoned
boiler room, then on through a dimly
lighted and low-roofed structuie of
pulleys and lathes, and from there to
the brighter lighted and higher roofed
metal room ot the foundry itself.
There, beside glowing furnaces half
naked men toiled over incandescent
annealing boxes and cauldrons of mol
ten metal. There gigantic track
cranes swung bowls of liquid fire from
crucibles to mold beds.
And there the harried Legar, be
wildered by the sudden bright light,
ran like a pelted hound down the
sandy paths between forge and coke
oven and cauldron crane. There, see
ing his way blocked by a group of
round-eyed Lithuanians, he Bwung,
catlike, up into the iron network of
the cable bridges, with Ills pursuer
still close at his heels. And there,
midway across that smoke-stained
roof, that echoed with the tumult of
thunderous hammers and directly over
a king cauldron of molten steel, the
two men came together.
There Legar, with his metal claw
hooked securely into the iron network
above Ms head, swung about and
faced his enemy. And there, on that
grimy bridge high above the equally
grimy workmen who left their forges
and /fithes and cauldrons to witness
the struggle, the enemies, who
hadso long and bltf erly opposed each
otter. found themstlves face to face
for their final struggle.
fet the man in the yellow mask
satined the cooler headed of the two,
for |s Legar struck snarling at his
face V’ ducked low on his narrow
perch] and at the same moment
whipfd his revolver from the side
pock j of his coat. Yet Legar, with
a myement equally prompt, kicked
vicidsly at the fingers clustered about
the /un-butt before the weapon itself
cou f be brought into use. The next
mcient that weapon fell with a hiss
an splash into the lake of molten
m&l beneath them.
/hen the struggle became one of
tidon against tendon, of straining
ilscle against muscle, of empty
jnded mortal strength pitted against
ortal strength. There, like animals
t th© wild, high in some Amazonian
yrie, the two strangely entangled
igures fought and struggled and
ilawed and struck.
f In the matter of mere physical
[Strength Legar seemed to have the
advantage. And wlf \mder ordinary
circumstances migyi have proved a
disability could now fcfc turned to his
advantage. For tha if on claw at the
end of his right arm, hooked securely
into the network of steel behind him,
hel(j him there without effort and
witlout strain. His opponent, on the
otter hand, found it. no easy task to
ma'e sure of his perch above that
ev»’-intimidating cauldron of molten
msal. His arm shook with the ten
siu imposed on his overtaxed mus
cb. His fingers became numb with
gn, threatening to lose their pre-
Insile power, and even as he fought
' weakened to a realization that he
ust change liis held.
The force of this unlooked-for im
pact was too much for the man in the
mask. He tottered !tack, caught fran
tically at a soot-covsred steel bar be
side him, dropped the full length of its
diagonal course before he could make
sure of his clutch, and came into vio
lent collision with the heavy iron
block of a crane ladle. There, half
stunned by the blow, he fell sprawling
across a polished steel cable which
drooped floorward between the block
and its empty metal pot. He tried to
clutch that cable as he fell, but his
speed proved too great and his over-
taxed fingers were too weak. As he
fell along its polished surface, how
ever, it offered sufficient resistance to
carry his limp body beyond the peril
of that open lake of molten metal,
which, his frantic brain kept telling
him, meant death. And as he dropped
weakly from the cable loop to a pile
of molding sand lying between a cast
ing box and an empty spill trough, a
score of watching mm gave utterance
to a shout of relief and a score of
waiting hands were there to help him
to his feet.
So intent were tho se astounded iron
workers on watching that perilous fall,
however, that they paid scant atten
tion to the second fitfire climbing spi
derlike higher alonj the blackened
ironwork of the blacllened roof. They
caught no glimpse ol 'aim as he scram
bled, sooty and panting, through the
ventilating flue that opened on the
roof itself. Nor did any eye follow
| him as he crept, gorfflalike, along the
j perilous slope of till it roof until he
came to the end of the building. Along
this end he found a lightning rod, run
ning from the peak of its roof to the
ground. He promptly tested the
strength of this wire, satisfying him
self carefully, foot by foot, by means
of one hand and an iron hook which
struck and clung to the metal with the
vicious tenacity of an eagle’s claw.
V, hen he reached the ground, still
breathing heavily, hn looked cautious
ly about. Then, making sure he was
not observed, he slipped into the shad
ow of a pile of iron ingots, once more
waited and listened, and then, crouch
ing low, crossed the foundry yard and
climbed the high board fence sur
rounding it. And a moment later the
earkness of the night tad swallowed
him up.
(TO BE CONT NUED.)