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W. N. 17. Service By Wyndham Martyn
i Copyright by Wyndham Martyn
CHAPTER X—-Continued
—17—
“This Is certainly rubbing it into
Ike house detective,” Pelhaiu grinned.
“What next, Junior? Do I salute you
hereafter?”
“We begin our investigation at day¬
break,” Junior continued. “If any
people are there, we shall have a bet¬
ter chance to surprise and overpower
them.”
“Does Dina know?” Pelham asked.
“No. This is one of the few times
I’ve had a secret from her. She would
worry. You know, old man, there may
be danger. You’re a deputy. It will
be up to you to arrest them. That’s
why we are taking you along. Junior
wanted to do the stunt alone. Ob¬
serve his sullen face. He thinks we
are -oing to steal his stuff.”
“That cheers me;” Pelham said.
“I’m ready.” He put a large hunt¬
ing-knife in his pocket, und some
cord. “No trained house detective
ever ventures on a man-hunting ex¬
pedition without a small ax. Junior,
forget the difference in our rank, and
get me one.”
When the boy had gone, he turned
to Hanby,
“HI, old top,” he laughed, "I’ve
been d—d gloomy the last few days,
but I honestly believe you’ve hit on
something good!”
“I don’t know tbout good,” said the
other slowly. “If the sanctuary holds
the key to the mystery, I don’t im¬
agine we shall see poor Burton alive
ugain. You see, he blundered right
into the thick of things. If I’m right
he ran into the bunch that killed Red
Kerr. I think that note was a for¬
gery.”
The long, creeper-clad front of the
Gray house faced the south.
The distance from the extreme
boundary of the building and the wire
that Inclosed the thicket was not more
than fifty feet.
When dawn came slowly down the
skies, it found Hanby cutting method
| ically at the wire fence. twisted When the the
others had passed in, he
cut ends together, so that no passer¬
by would uotice that an entrance had
been made.
Permitting impetuous youth to bear
the brunt of the opposition offered by
the undergrowth, the expedition
pushed Its way forward. Ahead of
them tiiey heard the brook, and were
eager to com< to it.
Tne three soon stood In an area
lighted from above by the early light
filtering through a screen of leaves.
There was a chlorotic, eerie quality
about this illumination. The stream
flowed to them out of the darkness,
and a few yards below it disappeared
into a black channel.
“Can we work upstream?" Hanby
asked.
Junior made an examination.
“It seems impassable. This place
has been cleared "out for some special
reason—probably because the brook
makes that jharp turn, and they bad
to smooth It out."
“Exactly, Sherlock," his father
gibed. “Even 1 see that; but why?"
Junior, in answer, clutched the
other’s arm. He pointed upstream to
the tunnel from which the water
poured In unvarying volume.
“What’s that?” he demanded.
Peering into the shadows, the others
could see that the stream carried a
burden—a large dark mass that came
steadily toward them. Sometimes it
was completely immersed, and then it
seemed to lift Itself from the water,
as if It were a huge animal swim¬
ming.
“G—d 1” cried Hanby. “It’s a man’s
body.” The thing was now almost nt
his feet. He nerved himself to stoop
down for a closer Inspection. “It
may be poor old Tom Burton I”
Shuddering a little, be turned the
corpse over so that its face could be
seen. The sightless eyes of Adolf
Smucker stared up at him.
Death had not beeD kind to that
mean and evil face. Smucker had
come to h.s end in agony and fear,
and those emotions were graven on
the face at which the three stared.
His neck, in life thin arid bony, was
now black und swollen. On his nar¬
row forehead was a purple bruise,
stretching to the roots of the sparse
hair.
Instinctively Hilton Hanby released
fils hold, and the stream again took up
Its burden.
“Thank God It wasn’t Tom 1” Pel¬
ham whispered,
“Perhaps, if we wait long enough,
he’ll come by,” Hanby said gloomily.
He was depressed to think that he
had allowed Junior to come with him.
There was no doubt now that danger
lay ahead of them. He knew he could
set expect his son calmly to leave his
father and his friend to face it alone;
and If anything should happen where¬
by not all of them returned, wbat
would Dina do?
Why had they murdered Smucker?
And what was Smucker doing here?
“Weil,” he said aloud, answering
his own question, “speci tation ts silly
and time-wasting. We’ve got to fol¬
low the stream. We can’t do It down
here, but the channel Is easily seen
from the outside.”
The three made their silent way
along the narrow path, each with the
conviction that at the end of it some¬
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thing of a vaguely dangerous char¬
acter would be found.
Pelham cautioned his companions to
proceed more carefully.
“D—n it,” he said crossly,. “why
walk upright? For all you know,
some one's looking along rifle sights
at you this very moment. Crouch,
man, crouch 1”
“It’s too early for anyone to be
about yet," Hanby said. “At that, I
think your advice ts good."
Suddenly he stopped and picked up
a fountain pen. On a silver band
around it were the initials “T. B.”
“It’s Tom’s l” he whispered. “That
letter was a forgery, after all. He’s
somewhere here. God save him from
Smueker’s fate!"
Hanby put the pen in his pocket
and pushed on.
"Appleton lied,” he said a minute
later. “Look—the lake wasn’t filled
in, after all I”
The path led them suddenly, with a
right-angled turn and a quick descent,
to the stream level again. It ran
through a hollow a hundred yards In
length. The place was a natural
amphitheater. Coarse-meshed wire
had been stretched from side to side,
and was so densely overgrown that
the hollow, as observed from the roof
of the Gray house, seemed hut a nat¬
ural part of the five acres that bad
been a like.
The three shrank into the bushes at
the edge.
“Who did It?” Junior whispered.
“Why was It done?” Pelham an¬
swered.
“We’ve got to cross this, if we’re to
find out,” Hanby said.
He led the way, keeping to the edge
of the leafy wall of this natural tent.
He stopped t hem with a gesture. The
odor that floated toward them was
unmistakable.
“Coffee I” they whispered In unison.
Hanby went on even more warily
than before. When he stopped the
M YE* l
With a Roar of Anger, He Sprang at
the Crouching Lad and Had Him by
the Throat.
two behind saw the reason. He was
looking down a narrow tunnel pierc¬
ing the solid earth, shored up with
timbers, us mine passages are pro¬
tected from the caving in of rocks or
earth. It was from this passage that
the coffee odor came. No light was
to be seen at its end.
Hanby measured fifty paces before
he stopped. Apparently he tiad run
into solid ground. Then he saw that
the passage bent sharply to the left;
and when he turned his eyes, he could
see light coming from a doorway. It
was not daylight, but came from some
artificial source.
The doorway amazed them. It was
cut in a solid stone wall—masonry of
the same sort as that of the Gray
house.
“Dadi" Junior whispered excitedly.
“This is our house—I’m certain 1”
The three Intruders passed through
the entrance. It seemed odd that it
had no door. The light which enabled
them to dispense with the flashlight
came from a low-powered electric
bulb in the masonry ceiling of a large
chamber. The insufficient Illumina¬
tion showed the room to be almost ten
feet In beigbt, and filled with piles of
lumber.
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was to be operated by discharging a
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out of a cylinder and raise the pis¬
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on a force somewhat similar to the
working principle of those today, but
the useful work was to be done by
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pressure of the atmosphere against It,
thus lifting a weight or doing some
other task. There is no record that
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Now for the first time they heard
voices. They drew back into an un
liglited chamber, of whose dimen¬
sions they could not judge. Here they
waited, having for the moment no set
plan of action. Junior’s guess seemed
to be a correct one. For some reason
which might soon be discovered, the
owner of the Gray house was allowed
to use only one-third of his cellar
space. Unknowns occupied the rest,
and bad piled lumber In It, More
thnu that—unknowns made their
homes here and breakfasted here. '
When the distunt voices ceased,
Hanby turned on the flashlight and
looked about him. They had strayed
Into a storeroom. On shelves were
potatoes, onions, carrots, pears, and
apples. The floor was of concrete,
and an electric light bulb was the
source of illumination.
“1 bet I’m paying for their juice 1"
Hanby whispered.
lie stopped suddenly. At last he
heard footsteps. The three took what
cover they could in the corners.
Luigi entered, and switched on the 1
light. It was Junior whom he first
saw. With roar of anger' he sprang
at the erouchinj lad and had him by
the throat
Hanby remembered those dreadful
bruises on Smueker’s neck. He raised
the heavy cane and brought it down on
the strangler’s head with all his
strength.
“Thanks, dad!" said Junior,„ mak¬
ing an effort at superb calm.
Bill Pelham, with a yachtsman’s
skill, trussed up Luigi with knots that
the ruffian could, not break when be
came to. The whole thing had occu¬
pied only a few seconds, und had
made little sound. Luigi’s cry of rage,
apparently, had hrougbt ni> one to In¬
vestigate Its cause. They' left him to
He in 11 corner, covered with sacking,
The odds were growing more favor¬
able.
Hanby was amazed to see Bill Pel¬
ham stop before another narrow door
and slip a key into the lock. He had
not noticed that his friend had taken
a bundle of keys from the man he
was binding.
Pelham worked quietly. The oiled
lock made no sound. Darkness was
on either side of the door. As it swung
open, the three, listening intently,
heard a sound as of u man sighing.
“Celia I Celia !” sighed the unseen.
“Les!” Junior whispered, and
turned his flashlight on bis friend.
Pelham shut the door and looked
about for the Inevitable electric light.
Leslie Baron blinked, at them in
amazement. For weeks—or so it
seemed—he had looked only into the
cruel face of a jailer; and now he
saw Celia’s father, Celia’s brother,
and Bill Pelham. His face was blood¬
stained, and there was a deep cut
over one eye, hut he sprang to his
feet readily enough, They could see
that he was practically unhurt.
While the bird sanctuary was being
violated, Mr. Appleton drank his early
coffee and took his cereal and fruit in
his customary unhurried way; but
ill humor sat on his florid face, nnd
the eyes peering through Ills thick
lenses no longer looked childlike and
bland.
Three people were in the room with
him—the woman who had a dozen
years ago supplanted his wife, Jim
Delaney, and Luigi Bartoll. Jim had
been a bully all his life, a man who
bad innumerable times proved the
fatuity of the axiom that every bully
Is a coward. By tils side stood the
big Sicilian, gesticulating wildly, and
voluble beyond words.
“You murdered a man unneces
sarily.” said Appleton coldly.
Stripped of the exuberant verbiage
Interspersed with parenthetical re¬
marks in Ids native tongue, Luigi’a
story was this;
Ue had gone Into the little room
that was Stnucker’s cell, there to
sleep off some strong wine, und to
escape from the observant eye of John
Delaney. While slumbering, he had
suddenly awakened to find that
Smucker had stolen his knife and was
about to slit his weasand. He had
not murdered the man. Ue had doDe
what he did to save Ills own life. In
moments of vinous rage he did not
properly estimate his own strength
He tiad been horrified to find Smucker
lifeless, but Luigi contended that not
a jury In the land would convict him
of murder.
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