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Author of
"THE OCCA-
SIONAL OF-
FENDER." "THE
WIRE TAP-
PERS," "GUN
RUNNERS,"etc.
Novelized from
THE PATHE
PHOTO PLAY
OF THE
SAME NAME
&•"*'«» fcAMMUIITWNCM
8YNOP8I8. | Ing mouth. Yet the unknown stranger
was serious enough as ho Btopped bo-
S ,| i'li dwa r d . ls,and Palldorl Intrigues foro a door at the end of tho second
Mrs. Golden Into an nppoarnnce of evil . .
jwhloh causoe Golden to cupture and tor- I a dlul pushed on Olio of a row of
ernouV-l 1 f t } llu P by i hls ,aco 0,111 i mother-of-pearl buttons. Tho door slid
.crushing his hand. Pulldora opunB the , ... 1 , , ,
[dyke gates and floods tho island and in no « sc l088ly back at that signal, and an
nuu iiuuuo uiu iHmnu anc
itho goneral rush to escapu tho flood
naps Golden's six-year-old daughter Mar-
gory. Twelve years later in New York
(nno calling himself “the Hammer of
God rescues an eighteon-yeur-old girl
•from the cadet Casavanti, to whom Jules
Legar had delivered hor.
SECOND EPISODE
The House of Unhappiness.
Enoch Golden, with all hls millions,
was a hard man. Those closest to him
contended that he had experienced
much to malco him hard.
Tho ono porson who Btood. In any
waV intimately and personally con
nected with Golden was hls’ young pri
vate secretary, David Manley. For
young Manley, often enough known to
hls associates as “Davlo,” was both
Incorrigibly youthful and engagingly
Irresponsible. Goldon, oddly enough,
socrotly liked thlB youth for hls fool
ishness.
Golden smiled a little as he stepped
Into hls massively furnished library
and found young Manley curled up
in one of tho groat leather chairs
Intently working over a pocket
camera and quite oblivious of tho tele-
phono boll shrilling from tho rosewood
desk beside him. Goldon, as he seated
himBelf at this desk and curtly an
swered tho phono call, blinked with
mock disapproval at tho youth bent
over the camera.
It was not until ho hoard Golden’s
groat list smito tho rosewood desktop
that Manley looked up. Tho man of-
millions was frowning over the letter
still in his hand.
“The condition of these tenements
Is shamoful. Times are hard, and
many, wo find, aro out of work. If you
insist on raising the rents, as you
threaten, our settlement workers claim
that hundreds of the poor will have
to loavo their homos. So, for tho sako
of the mothers and children alone. J
imploro you to reconsider your earlier
decision.
“Sincorely,
"AMOS SCHOFIELD, D. D."
“The fools I” said Golden aloud.
“They know as much about business',
Manley, as you know about bond i(F
ibuos! Not raise my own rents! I
guess Enoch Golden still knows enough
to run his own business!"
Ho stopped and looked at Manley. •
“What’s that glm-crack you're wast
ing your timo on?" ho demanded.
"Glm-crack?" laughed Manloy. "It’s
tho neatest thing in cameras that ever
came into America. That's a now
Swiss telescopic lens I’vo just been ad
justing to it. Take a snap of a Ilea
biting your ear eighty paces away!
And your income on thoso tenements,
by tho way, amounts to an annual re-.
turn of just 43 per cent of tho cnpital. noiselessly into tho library and into
invested!" i an armchair facing the desk.
But Golden’s patience was exhaust-! By 4he timo Golden had raised .his
ed. “Get out of here!" was his brusque ' head again tho mysterious stranger
' had slipped out of sight.
Golden, as he sat upright, stared for
several moments of silence at the
strange figure in the armchair.
electric olovator rose automatically to
tho level of tho floor whero ho stood.
Inside tho olovator, ho touchod still
another button, wheroupon tho cage
roso noiselessly. Onco It had come to
a stop, ho loanod against tho appar
ently blank wall of tho elevator shaft
and studied It closely.
His exploring plainly found thoro a
secret spring, for tho next moment a
Panol slipped noiselessly to ono cldo
and ho stepped Into the room so art
fully fireproofed with pressed stool
panels and grained to look liko oak,
which Goldon had onco used as hls
bondroom.
That room, although not used for
years, was at tho present moment far
from empty. For pacing restlessly
back and forth, as the stranger quietly
entered, was a golden-haired woman
of llttlo more than twenty. Tho face
undor tho mask smiled a little at hor
sudden movement and gasp of sur
prise as ho confronted her.
"Are you still afraid of mo?" he
asked.
“N-nol” hesitated tho girl.
"I’d give a good deal," declared the
other, "to know who you are!"
"I’m—I’m afraid I can’t help you
any, in that,” she finally told him.
"Why not?”
"Becauso I don't know myself.”
"I want to take you to a man who
may bo interested in you, who may
oven provo to bo very kind to you!"
Tho pale face with tho haunted eyes
suddenly hardened.
“I no longer ask for kln'dnosa from
men," was her almost passionate re
tort.
"Oh, this old scoundrel won’t be too
dangerously kind, especially until tho
ice is broken. I warrant you that
much. But with him, I’ll also warrant,
you’ll faco nono of the affronts that
you may havo faced in the Owl’s
Nest."
"But why should ho bo interested
In me?"
"Becauso you may remind him of a
daughter he himself onco had."
“Then what must 1 1 do?”
“You must put on a dress I have
ready, one exactly like the one his
own daughter used to wear. And' I’d
like you to lot down your hair."
So tho girl, still touched with won
der, was cautiously led to another part
of tho great house, whofe she let down
her hair and drossed herself in a girl
ish little frock which she found al
ready laid out for her. And the won
der was still In'her eyes as the masked
stranger smuggled her quietly down
through the house, and, as the aged
millionaire bent low to unlock the bot
tom drawer of his desk, motioned bar
GRADY COtiNTY PROGRESS, CAIRO. (ibUtUiin.
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at the milk-white skin. Tlion a groan 1 ono of tho largest windows common-
of disappointment broke from his; dec-rod for tho
throat.
"No tho mark is not tlioroi"
"What mark?" aBkcd tho wondorlng
Birl.
"My daughter carried a scar on hor
right arm. My mon, when sho was a
installation of a
strungoly complex apparatus usod in
Stein’s electric wavo-projoetor (which
was umiouncod to l»o tho .lutoot Im
provement on wireless), but tho upper
and lower floors of tho Bultos woro
connected by a smooth-walled shaft
child on Windward island, caught and , which, it was explained, would make
killod a shark. The child, when no ono oasler tho passage back ,-ctid forth of
watched hor, thrust, a hand in between cliomlcals and apparatus noodod by
tho bruto’s Jaws. Thoso dying Jowb [ tho illustrious Doctor Stein In hls
dosed on the flesh', and an iron bar i carofully guarded experiments,
had to bo iisod to/opon them again.' Equally wolt propnrod wae Logar’s
And they said thnt/scar would always socond bnso of activities, tho Bocrot
Bt “ y wlth llor -” j Bubcellar bonoath tho Owl’s Nest. This
Tho girl, wide-eyed, dropped back | socond warren, doop nn It Btood un-
into tho armchair.
"Why, I scorn to remember,” oho
said, staring botoro(lier. “I seem to
remember yoars ngo, rowB and rovs
of sharp tooth and tlio sudden pain us
those tooth carao together."
"But tho scarii” criod Golden.
"Thoro 1b no scar!”
"I soenl to romsmbor about that,
too. It was long ugp, after Legar had
brought mo nqross water, nnd then
miles and mllc3 in ci- railway train. I
remember him taking mo to a man
who woro round eyeglasses, nnd show
ing him my arm. This man gave mo
something to mako mo sleep. But
when I wakoned my arm woa soro
again, for weoka and weeks.. And
When it hoalod'tho scar was gone. I
remember—" But Bho stopped sud
denly, for tho tolophnno boll closo be
side Golden shrlliod out a sudden call.
Mechanically tho man nt tho desk took
up tho receiver, hls oyes still on the
girl facing him.
“This is Eastman of tho central of
fice speaking,” said tho voice over tho
wiro,. “A Bliort whllo ago a young
woman was seen • entering your
house.”
“Well, what of it?” was the impa
tient inquiry.
‘Our ofllco merely wants to warn
you that tho girl 1b Blondlo Casoy, the
como-on for tho Cookson gang. She’s
tho smoothest swindler in tho busi
ness. And as long as that baby-oyod
shfe-crook is in your house, Golden,
your house will bo In danger!"
Golden hung up his receiver and sat
dorground, was also providod with a
secret passageway leading Into a wa-
tor-gato opening on tho East rlvor it-
solf.
It was from both thoso points that
Lngnr was conducting hls campaign
against hls old-time onomy Enoch
Golden. And both of thoso points
might havo remalnod ns well hidden
no their user still dreamed thorn to bo
hnd it not boon for tho casual agency
of a pocket camora. For less than an
hour's work in the office of tho ragls-
tor of automobllos had duly shown
Manley that liconBe No. 8249 bolonged
to one Frof. Herman Stoln of 42 Maplq
avonuo. Yet Manloy, armed as ho was
with tho knowlcdgo of this, car's iden
tity, showed no unduo linsto in Inter
fering with Its movements. For still
another hour of cautious shadowing
on tho part of Goldou’s privato secre
tary providod him wlth'tho knowledge
that Doctor Stoln was in the habit of
motoring from Mnplo avenuo to tho
Control Tower building, and from that
prosperous skyscraper to an humble
point within a block of the Owl’s Nest
itself. Thirty mlnutos lator found
Manley in a telephone booth, talking
to his employer.
"Have you rocelved any mossago
from that man Legar?” askod tho
younger man, aftor Impatiently ex
plaining who he was.
"I have received a message, but I
don’t, know it came from Legar."
“Then how did you got it?”
"It was thrown through my house
window foldod up in a beer bottlo."
"■Who aro you?" tho grim-faced old—pocket camora.
financier finally demanded. But the
girl remain'ed silent.
Golden, studying her moro closely,
rose unsteadily to his foot.
"How did you get hero?" ho asked.
And passing a hand across his mois
tened brow ho askod still again: “Who
aro you?"
• "I don't know,” answered the girl.
Golden rose to his feet, and still
staring hungrily at that mild yet cloud
ed l'aco, crossed to her side.
He held her faco between hls hands,
peering into it. Then, with a weary
shako of the head, he dropped hls
hands.
"It was too much to expect,” he
huskily murmured. "Too much to hope
for!”
Hls grief-stricken face touched tho
girl’s heart.
Holding His Breath, He Crept Closer and Still Closer,
studying hls desktop. Then with his “Will you please read mo that mes-
grim mouth flxqd he crossed to the sago. And quickly, for this is Impor-
rear door ahd opened it, stepping out taut."
into the hall ,and peremptorily called "Hore it is," answered the bewil-
for his butler as ho did so. , dered voice over tho wire. “ ‘You aro
Manley, returning from his errand, koeping Blondio, Casey a prisoner in
at the same moment stepped into the your house. Unloss you liberate hor
room from another door. Ho starod at within an hour your house will go up
the girl as he stoppod to pick up his in flames. And aftor that houso, your
next house, and the next.’ It is signed
“Who are you?" ho pertly inquired, ‘The Cookson Gnng.’ But wliat am I
as Golden re-entered the room. , to believe? What am I to do? And
But his oyes, the next moment, were what is tho answer to all these mys-
on neither Golden nor tho girl. His teries?"
gaze passed beyond thoso two strange-' “Whatever you do, don’t lot them
ly diverso figures to yet a third, tho Got that young woman away from
crouching figure of an eavesdropper you!”
clinging to .tho wistaria vines that Faintly tho listener could hear tho
framed tho liugo window on tho far sound of sudden callB, of quick ques-
side of tho room. , tions and answors nnd coUntor-ques-
Manlcy, crossing the room on tho llon - Then the voico ot Goldon was
run, took tho window, glass and all, in once moro frantically calling him over
ono leap. He landed on a hydrangea tbo wire.
bush even ub the burly eavesdropper "Manley, Manloy, is that you?
dropped to tho grass beside him. The You've spoken too Into. Wilson, my
next moment the two men clinched, j' butleiv has Just hurriod In to mo hore.
Tho fight was an uneven one, but Ten mlnut0B a S° “ stranger claiming
Manley stuck to his man. Ho stuck to be a raoter inspector got entrance
to him until that worthy, with a sud- to , the ll0U3 °- you lloal ’ mo - they’ve
. den blow on the Jaw, sent tho lithe- ta ‘Jr, 11 tba * E,r *‘ Shes gone!”
••oh at.- t„i i, ,J bodied young secretary staggoring to Gone, echoed Mnpioy. ‘Then I
Oh, sir, what had you hoped for?” w. „ rnnn ., haven’t timo to stand here talking.’
(I irinnno'n/1 In nalr I lUO uuu > 1
sho managed to ask.
“I hope for nothing, 1
wob the
Yet, Enoch Golden, oven as Manley
himself, had llttlo time for talking
I Boforo Manley could recover him-
broken man’s reply. "But onco I had Gelf ’ tho mystorlouB eavesdropper
a daughtor, and I lost her." , , , , . , . „
I “How did you lose her?" signaled to a watting automobile.
“She was stolen from me, as a Then Manloy ' 8 senseB camo ba( * to
child/* . him, and rolling over into the open
, “And what became of her?” I ™adwayrhe took tho camera from his _ _ o
“God only knows! Yet, for a mo- p oc ^°t ft nd held it between him and aa BOOU aa llQ j m( j cr08S0 d tho thresh-
ment I was mad enough to think, to thQ d | sa PP earIn K * touring car. He ..j i mvo C p Un t c d myself among
hope. But I havo no longer any right py ebt5 ^ th° spring, knowing that y 0Ur friends. But when I rocelvo a
command. “Get down to Griswold’s 1 to hope,” he added with sudden pas- notQ ill this, throatoning mo and my
broke away, vaulted to the street ahd ° v . or that.strange abduction. For two
mlnutos lator his still flurried butler
announced tho arrival of James Gris
wold, tho president of tho Union-
Traders’ bank, on urgent business.
"Goldon," began that visitor almost
1 Intently
Working' Over
Cameral
Pocket
waiting film tho secret of that myc-
terious car’s license number.
• ****»«
The Arrows of Conflagration.
Jules Legar, in his role as a master
of undorworld activities,- was both
adroit in hls engagement of tho serv
ices-of others and painstaking-in the
. bank with these checks, and be quick sfon. “All I ask is that once before I
about it!” , d *° 1 moot face to faco that one-armed
Whereupon Manley meokly took his’ devil with his scar of shame!"
•departure. Two minutoB later, how- "One-armed, and with a scar?" cried
■ ever, yet another flguro waB passing the Startled girl, leaning suddenly for-
(through tho gloomy silences of Enoch ward in her chair.
fGolden’s home. It was a moro purpose- Goldon wheeled about at hor cry.
(ful flguro than that of tho lazy-eyed "What does that moan to you?” ,
•young secretary. And over tho faco "Why, it was a one-armed man with Preparation of the field wherein they
iof this Intruder as he cautiously made a scarred face who kept me a pris- f hodldlab ° r ‘ Lllt0 the humbl ° "' easo1 -
Ihls way through the great house was oner! It was he, Legar, who always , 8 , ■ t la ^ overy warren should havo doers. You aro warnod.”
tan odd-looking band of yellow cloth, told mo my parents were dead.” : botl ‘ al1 cxit and un ontranco. | Tho grim-Jawed millionaire turned
tent in tho form of a mask. The center "Legar!" repeated the bewildered So wllfin Le G ar nnd his scientific oh his visitor.
ot this, drooping apronllko almost to millionaire. “Legar? But my man’s f rle "d, Or. Herman Stoln, engaged "That is not all," declared tho bank-
Mg upper Up, was marked by- an in- name was Palidorl." . their triple-floor ofilco suite at tho top e>. “Nor is this afternoon’s paper,
verted crescent, which at first glance "Girl, let me see your arm!" | of tho Central Tower building, they in- i with its bitter attack on you and
pent to tho partly-covered faco the With trembling Angora ho thrust up sis ^ od on c °rta!n structural nltora- your tenements ail. But throb hours
iaint suggestion of an ironically laugh- the flimsy sleeve, staring breathlessly tion3 In tboD ° offices. Not only was later my fellow banker, Gresham of
business, 1 regard it as about time to
sco you, face to face."
^Golden took tho sheet of paper from
tlio banker’s hand. He stood regard
ing it with troubled eyes. For it read:
"You are u friend of Enoch Golden,
tho oppressor of tho poor, tlio scaven
ger, of unclean gold. Tho blow that is
about to fall on you and your bank
falls because of this alliance with evil-
tho Third .National, resolved a warn
Ing identical with mine, nnd already
tho building of tho Third Natlounl
bunk is in flnmoBl And what. I want
to know, sir. Is tho meaning of it all?"
Tho tolophono boll Interrupted Gold
on ns he was about to speak.
"Yes, this is Mr. Golden’s houBO.
Yes, Mr. Griswold Is hero. What’s
that?" Ho loaned forward for a mo
ment, listening. Thon tho receiver foil
from his flaccid hand. "My God, Gris-
, wold, your building Is on flro! The
Unlon-Tradors’ bank Is burning."
Tho next mlnuto Griswold was hur
rying from tho house and leaping Into
hls waiting limousine.
Goldon, sitting at his dosk, starod
startled and vacant-oyod before him.
Yot that young socrotary who was
so foolishly accepted as feathor-head-
cd was, at tho timo being, anything
but ldlo. Ton minutes aftor his talk
over tlio wiro with Goldon ho was In
a taxicab speeding towards tho Bteln
houso-on Mnplo avenuo. A block away
from that houso ho dismounted, saun
tering casually up to tho home of
Legar’s confederate) as 1 a tradesman’s
doltvory wagon stoppod bofore it.
"Boy," ho said to tho youthful
driver of tho wagon, "that housemaid
at tho door there Is my stoady. But
wo scrapped and sho won’t ovon seo
mo. Horo’s a dollar If you let me hand
in that box of groceries for you!"
"Sure,” said tho boy, as ho pocketed
tho bill. Manloy, whistling blithely,
carried his armful of parcels into the
tradesman’s ontranco,
"My drivor says thoso thlngB weren’t
paid for,” ho coolly announced.
“Doy vnss paid for, of’ry-dlng vpss
paid fori" cried tho Gorman girl.
"Thon you go and toll him that,"
was tho other’s calm suggestion. And
as tho belligerent-eyed maid strode out
to tho wagon, Manley slipped In
through tho still open door, dropped
his parcols and stole quickly yot
guardedly up through the silent house.
When ho camo to a largo room, half
library and half laboratory, he starod
in wonder at the strange apparatus
which stood on a table in tho center of
this room. Ho heard the sound of ap
proaching stops. He saw a door on
hls right and darted through it. He
realized, as soon as ho had done so,
that ho had committed tho fatal error
of diving into a trap.
As ho peered out through the still
partly opened door ho Baw that it was
the German maid who had entered tho
room. Then she crossed to tho closet
door itself, straightened the edge of
the disordered rug, closed the door
and turned the key In tlio lock.
A moment later, Manloy, with hls
ear against tho panel, heard the sound
of hoavler steps. Thon camo the even
more interesting sound of voices.
"Veil, wat do you say of Oldt Stoln
now, maybe? You still t’ink ho talk
foolish ven he claim dose actinic rays
in conjunction mit converging’ wirelesB
impulses couldn't maybe start a leetle
combustion von or two miles away,
eh?"
"A little combustion, Stein?” said an
unknown voice, "you’ve peddled ’em
out liko gunfire, all over tho damned
city."
. Manloy suddenly ducked back be
hind a waterproof, smelling acridly of
acid burns, for footsteps had ap
was being turned in tho lock
Tho fugitive stood close against the
wall, draped by tho waterproof, as the
spectacled sclontlBt groped bllnklngly
about for his housocoat.
"Und you, Legar, If you blease, Bhow
mo on der map choost vat remains to
be done. Vich buildings vill you havo
vipod out, von der vlplng is still goot?"
Manley, emerging from under cover,
saw that the old Gorman had left the
closet door a triflo open. So moving
cautiously forward, he peered out Into
the room. Clustered about tho table,
bent close oyer the map, ho could see
Stein and Legar and two of his un
known accomplices. Manley advanced
silently into the room, crouching low
as he wont. For on tho table he had
already caught sight of the blueprint
of Stein's projector apparatus. So,
holding his breath, he crept closer and
still closer. Ho had the blueprint in
Ills hand, but bofore he could slip
back from tho table edge his presence
was detected and hls retreat cut off.
Ho darted for tho window, going
through it like a circus rider through
a paper hoop.
A minute later tho conspirators
wore after him. But Manley, rolling
through a clump of shrubbery and
doubling rabbltllko on his pursuers,
dodged under cover. By the time he
had recovered his breath and his wits
he slipped unobserved from the
grounds, rbundod the block and
cllmbod into his waiting taxicab.
"Polico headquarters!" he told the
driver.
Brief as was Manley's visit to polico
headquarters, that call resulted in
sudden and startling movement from
tho groat gray structure In Center
street. For the mysterious flros woro
now breaking out even In crowded
tenements on the East side, keeping
a bewildered fire department shut
tling lmpotontly back and forth.
The attack on Legar’s skyllno quar
ters was a feverishly hurried and yot
a surprisingly orderly one. It was not
until tho police reached tho top floor
that tho olovator camo to a stop.
At tho same moment th/it they
poured out into tho narrow hallway a
mechanician in his shirt sleeves
opened tho door leading from Legar’s
privato workroom nnd started down
the-hall. Boforo ho could retreat or
slam shut that door the lieutenant’s
revolver was covering.«him. Reach
ing back to his hip, hls hand was al
ready on tho butt of a blue-metaled
automatic. Before he could whip out
that woapon, however, the lieutenant’s
quick eye comprehended tho move-
“SLIW- .rti firearm spoke first,
ilw shlrl-slooved flguro fell m a
doorway! 0 ™ 8t00d 1,1 tho ° 1,en
At t).0 sound of that shot, from
nn1 h la™? U ' J 10 llcard Hudden caI >*
n .7m? 101 tD nnd llurry ing stops. -
„„„ T i 1 ? 1 ’ 1 ! kcenr," cried Alanley, as ha
‘u* of the onearmed flguro
elde by side with a bospootacled Ger
man striving and lighting to push
Bhut tho Intervening door. But tlio
fallen man’s body lay in tho way, and
He Slipped Unobserved From the
Grounds.
tho door refused to closo. Boforo that
body could bo dragged to ono side,
the lieutenant and his mon woro in
through tho door, wielding night
sticks and flashing firearms.
It was Manloy himself who caught
up a chair and brought It crashing
down on a strangely complicated mech
anism standing BqOarely in tho light
of tho Tower window.
But Legar himself had not beon
Idle. At the first wild charge into hls
towor room, tho master criminal had
dropped crouching behind a work-
tablo, darted across to hls parcel
chute and there touched a hidden
spring. Tho noxt moment the chute
stood open and Legar was descend
ing like a plummet to the floor below.
But not boforo Manloy had caught
sight of hls vanishing head and start
ed in pursuit.
Manloy was joined a minute later by
tbo police. In tho meantime Legar
had escaped to tho street by way of
tho fire escape.
He hailod a taxicab and hurried
oastward to the Owl’s Nest.
proached tho closet door and tho koy oa8lward 1° the Owl’s Nest. Two
was being turned in tho lock. minutes after Legar went rocking and
swerving eastward ho was followad
by a strangor in a second cab. This
stranger drove straight to tho water
front, two blocks to the north, dis
missed hls taxi, and . earnestly con
ferred with a roughly-dressed long
shoreman, who later rounded tho slip
in a rowboat and took tho stranger
ubonrd.
Legar, in his quarters beneath the
Owl’s Nest, was in anything but an
amiable mood. He stared about at
hls coterie of unsavory confederates.
A gleam of triumph showed In hls
narrowing eyes as ho spied a white-
faced girl in a chair near tlio fireplace.
"So we’ve got you back, llttlo ono?"
ho mocked.
She winced ns he wheeled her
roughly about, but remained silent.
A sleepy-eyed parrot, standing on
Its porch bosido tho ompty fireplace,
stirred uneasily at Legar’s rough
movements. Tho girl, rising slowly
from her chair, stared into Lcgar’s
ovil faco.
“What aro you going to do with
me?" sho demanded.
Legar laughed.
"You won’t bo asking questions
about it, when you find out!"
"Courage, llttlo ono, courage!” said
a low yet distinct voico.
Logar, at the sound, whcolcd sud
denly about.
"Who taught that damned bird to
talk?” he demanded. There was a
stir of uncasinoss about tho room.
"Why, cap, that parrot can’t talk,”
declared tho tremulous coke-snuffer
at tho end of tho tablo,. "lb never
could talk!"
“Then who said ’Courage’?” called
out the irate master criminal.
"I did," said the same distinct yet
ghostly voico. And had that wide-
eyed group stared closer in o tho fire
place, Instead of at tho silent and
motionless bird on its perch, they
might havo noticed whero a Bmall
stone, little bigger than a man’s hand.
had been worked loose
lifted
away from the heavy wall separating
that unseen watcher from tho room
into which ho. had been pe ring.
Yet that stone was one moro in
place boforo Legar and hi worthies
peered, squinting-eyed, about tho
smoke-stained masonry. Only, tho
hands of tho girl, sitting silent nnd
thoughtful in ner chair, were no long
er trembling. The cowering look had
faded from hor eyes. For to her that
voico had not seomo'd an altogether
unfamiliar ono.
(TO BE CONTINUED.), 4