The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-04-29

first.
Why don't you come up? There's
a ladder
Il can't. Dash it, they've got leg
irons on me. They feed me on soup
and bread and don't even leave 4
spoon with me to dig out. was seized
and struggled from ST. Tropez in that
fishing craft that followed your yacht
just the moment | had it fixed so I'd
hear their plans. They're crafty as
snakes
"A Pinkerton man like you captured
in this disgraceful way" says An
struther sternly. For he thinks had
Emory kept his eyes open and done
his duty, Enid would have escaped alb
duction and the rest never have come
to pass.
"Oh, hang it, what have they done
to you, smarty?' growls the detective
angrily. Then he cries: GLORY halle
lujah! Bully for you.' fog Edwin has
run down the ladder and is busy try
ing to unloosen the irons from the
Americans legs.
They've got keys somewhere, ;"
snarls Emory. Hang it. think of their
cheek, manacling detective
Edwin is up the ladder again He
strikes another match and on the
ground story finds, after some little de-
lay, bunch of keys hanging on the
wall.
After some trouble with the locks,
which are rusty, Elijah's legs are re-
leased and he ascends with Edwin, his
jaws almost swapping with rage as he
tells his wrongs.
Il was playing the fisherman at St.
Tropez,' he says. Il had got onto
them, all right. knew the head devil,
the elder man, Cipriano, when, like a
fool, | went on board of that big,
cursed fishing felucca to them, pre-
tending to want TIC get job, thinking
would find out what the devil they
were driving at. That was the end of
me. | hadn't more than got in the
forecastle than | was covered with two
long knives, and that scar-faced fell
low said to me: The first time. you
We're warned to keep out of this affair.
This is the second time They were
savage enough to kill me, but they
simply corded me up and threw me in
the hold, and oh, what a time | had as
their internal vessel dashed about the
Mediterranean after you. When they
gave up chasing you they stopped
here and put me away carefully in
that hole down there
Suddenly he cries: What are you
doing?" for Edwin has his hands in an
iron ring and is trying to pull up an
other trap door in the flooring.
II want tools by which we can break
enough masonry from one of these
embrasures to get out!' says the
sailor.
But pulling up the trap door, both he
and the American gaze astounded into
the other vault.
Two red flaming eyes encounter
theirs. IF you come to kill me, I'll die
like a Corsican, my teeth in your
throat" cries low, hoarse voice.
Then as Anstruther lights another
match, shrek rises to them: The
husband of Marina, Madre di Dio!"
"Tnmassni" exclaims Edwin ada
ing: IN n&d's na..e, Wee is my
wife,"
"Diavolo. CT course, you have come
here to find her At the fork of the
Bastia road, l thought the Lucchese'
captured my mistress and myself and
forced us to drive toward the east
Coming over the mountains, their Ian
guage told me they were not Luch-
cheese, but Corsicans. l would have
told Marina, but when | got out to
water the horses at the little fountain
up near Pietra, two of them struck me
insensible and | awolse and found my
self here. But, Signore, beg you to
note one thing. Your true wife and
my honored mistress believes she was
rescued from the Lucchese by Cipri-
ano Danella, and she is grateful to
him. Get me to the light that may
aid YOU The old Corsican has faint
ly staggered up; moment later he is
pulled from the vault by the strong
hands OF Anstruther and the detective
This is old Tomasso Monaldi," says
Edwin shortly, who was supposed to
be killed"
Holy smoke, the fellow who was
believed dead and they vendettaed
Barnes about"
Yes"
But Tomasso's words make them
feel they have little time to lose. Be
sides, Emory is always Whispering
with white lips: This tower is
mined!" Together they go up the
stairs, carefully examining every orr
flee in the building, but find them al
loopholes too small to permit the exit
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