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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. —ITIWIHIWMIII mii-.ruw iis'i—m >rss — ml mimi, i i j V-* &j 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