, 1908-05-07

ing against an attack from the Iak
whose frozen surface increased the
danger from without; but we counted
'on our night patrol to w 4 sur
PRISE from that quarter. was veil
aware that must prepare to resist the
militant arm of the law, which Picker
ing would no doubt invoke to aid him
but intended to exhaust the possibili.
ties In searching for the lost treasure
before ! yielded. Pickering might. If
he would, transfer the estate of John
Marshall Glenarm to Marian Devereux
ana make the most he could of that
service, but he should not drive mo
forth until had satisfied myself of the
exact character Of my grandfatber's
fortune. IL 1t had vanished, II Picker.
ing had stolen It and outwitted me in
making OF with 1t, that was another
matter.
The phrase, THE Door Of Bewl1der-
ment," had never ceased to reiterate
itself in my mind; there was a certain
fascination and charm in It. We dis.
cussed a thousand explanations of It
as we pondered over the scrap of paper
| had found in the library, and every
book in the house was examined in
the search for further clews.
The passage between the house and
the chapel seemed to f~ascinate Larry.
He held that it must have some par
ticular use and he devoted his time to
exploring 1t.
He came up at noon-it was the 18th
of December-with grimy face and
hands and a grin on his face. had
spent my morning in the towers to no
purpose and was In no mood for the
ready acceptance of new theories.
I've found something" he said, I'LL.
ing his pipe.
No snap, evidently"
mo, but I'm going to say the last
word on the tunnel. and within an
hour. Give me a glass of beer and a
piece of bread, and well go back and
see whether we're sold again or not"
60 ahead and let us be done with
1t. Wait till I tell Stoddard where
we're going"
The chaplain was trying the second
floor walls, and / asked him to eat
some luncheon and stand guard while
Larry and | went to the tunnel.
We took with us an iron bar. an Ak
and a couple of hammers. Larry went
ahead with a lantern.
You see." he explained. as we
dropped through the trap into the pas.
sage. I've tried a compass on this
tunnel and find that we've been work
no nm the Urrpc fhanru Tho nasco-o
itself runs a straight line from the
house under the gate to the crypt; the
ravine is a rough crescent-shape and
for a short distance the tunnel touches
it. How deep does that ravine aver
age-about 80 feet?"
Yes; it's s~hallowest where the
house stands. 1t drops sharply from
there on to the lake"
Very good; but the ravine is all on
the Glenarm side of the wall. isn't it,
Now when we get under the wall III
show you something
Here we are" said Larry, as the
cold air blew in through the hollow
Hosts. Now we're pretty near that
ARP curve of TIE ravine that diDs
II An NHt ldIlttIl
While I get out the compass. What au
YOU think that C on the piece Of paper
means? Why. chapel, of course. I
nave measured the distance from the
house, the point Of departure, we may
assume, to the chapel, and three
fourths Of 1t brings us under those
beautiful posts. The directions are
as plain as daylight. The passage It
self is your N. w, as the compass
proves, and the ravine cuts close in
here; therefore, our business is to ex-
plore the wall on the ravine side"
Good! but this is just wall here
Garth with a lnyer of bricks and q thin
coat Of cement. A nice Job 1t must
have been to 90 the work,-and it cost
the price Of a tiger hunt" / grumbled,
Take heart, lad. and listen" and
Larry began pounding the wall with a
hammer. exactly under the north
gatepost. We had sounded everything
in and about the house until the pro-
cess bored me.
Hurry up and get through with t."
| jerked im~patiently. holding the Ian
tern At the level Of his head. It was