The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-05-13
Continued From Yesterday
CHAPTER TIT.
x1T DIDN'T bargain to do any muir
W dering!" cried Mag.

you don't have to kill any
body-you just get rid of the body"
said DR.. Markay persuasively and still
%pinioning the burglars arms to the
floor of the dark room. Don't you
know as we'll as | do that If this fellow
gets away, at any time, we might just
as well start for Trenton and commence
doing our time"
Mag was putting the door back in
its place when a mans voice called
from the yard. The woman answered.
did a man just go in there?" came
the voice.
mo, there's nobody here but the doc
tor and his smallpox patient"
"Well, don't worry, I'm not coming
In, if 1 am an officer. I've got a fam
lily to look out for. Say, woman, there
was a man came into this back yard
after robbing a store. Did you hear
him climb q fence"
Il haven't heard anything The
policeman was gone, not wishing to
linger in the vicinity of contagious dis
ease longer than necessary.
Now it will be easy to put the fin
ishing touches on this fellow said
the physician to Mag, who was light
ing the lamp after having fastened the
door. Fill that hypodermic syringe
on the barrel with the solution in the
phial in my case marked with four Ks
be sure it's the four Xs-and bring
1t to me-"
Say. look here" pleaded the burglar.
IT don't know what your game is, out
! guess it's something just as bad as
mine. I'm game and 1 don't want to
die here and be buried under the hall
floor. Maybe l can help you in your
game and W. my own neck"
"Oh. if you can do anything for us
I will let you know replied the doe
tor as he adjusted the delicate hollow
needle to the silver plated syringe
which the woman handed him.
The burglar, when the lamp had been
lit, had turned his mead to look about
the room, and on the low couch in the
corner he saw the unconscious forms
of Multi-millionaire Ryerson and his
richly gowned daughter.
well. pal, o got me beat he
said. land it's none of my business, |
suppose, but what you are doing with
the two swells here. If you can use
me, | am at your service
81 can use you. all right" said the
doctor. a yillainous CLINT showing in
his eyes. and, quick as a flash, he a
jabbed the needle into the mans upper
arm and had sent a powerful drug into
his blood.
That's my end" said the burglar,
with remarkable fortitude. In another
second he had thought better, and, like
a dying man, he tried to save himself.
With a violent effort he tried to throw
the physician off his body. The two
men fought, the doctor hammering the
mans face with his fist repeatedly.
Finally DR.. Markay, who was much
more powerful physically than his vic
tim, wrapped his long, sinewy hands
about the burglars neck and raped
his head against the boards of the
floor. In less than a minute it was a
question whether the burglar had been
knocked unconscious by his head beat
ing the noor or if he had been swept
into Inconsistencies by the drug
which the skilled physician had shot
into him. Anyway, lie was quiet and
motionless.
"That dose may not kill him for a
good many hours said Markay. as he
and the woman dragged the limp body
into the narrow hall. but it will keep
him still"
Returning to his medicine and in
strument case, in the back room, Dr..
Markay busted himself with the mix
ing of two different potions, one to re
vive Miss Beatrice Ityerson from her
long stupor and the other to provide
nourishment and at the same time pro-
long the uncOnsciousness of the great
insurance company president. After
administering the drug TO Mr.. Ryerson,
the doctor held a piece of cotton,
saturated with the other drug, under
the nose of Miss Ryerson and per-
mitted her to breathe the fumes,
IN two minutes Miss Beatrice com
menced to witch: she stretched her
arms and legs, turned over, and sud
denly opened her great dark, almost
olive, eyes. They were so bright and
lustrous that they contrasted beauti-
fully with her mass of light-brown,
fluffy hair and her clear and SEEM
ingly transparent complexion.
DIR. Markay hurriedly drew the black
mask over his face and motioned Mag
out of the room. Taking her hand,
the doctor asked her, in a disguised
voice, how she was feeling. For a long
moment there was no answer. Those
great dark eyes were silently survey
ing the misery of the strange room.
"Oh, I'm dreaming! Such a night
marei" came the frightened voice.
mo, you are not dreaming. 1t is
very real. You are a prisoner, young
woman Turn over the other way and