The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-11-03

"Get out of my way or I'll stransle
you'll"
to it! It's criminal. and l won't be a
party to it. | won't be party to any
thing criminal!'
Let me OUT cried Matt, with a
struggling for the doorknob. Get out
of my way or I'll strange your'
NO. no. expostulated Mr.. Kay, re-
siSting him like a maniac and sobbing
while be spoke. You don't under
stand. They're determined to get the
secret out Of you. They're putting
themselves within the criminal law.
and I'll be no party to it. Good God.
Broughton. I'm trying to save you-to
save myself. Once open this door
and they'll tear you to pieces,'
He was interrupted by iouu muir
muir outside. and the door shook under
a heavy impact; shook and shook.
threatening at every instant to burst
in. Mr.. Kay collapsed on seat.
1T was none of my doing" he moan
ed. you'll bear witness to that.
Broughton-you'll bear witness to that
when they've got us all in the dock
The fools" he ragged in sudden out
burst. The crazy foolsr'
There was no escape except through
the window and that was double-two
panes of almost the thickne of plate
glass. Matt threw up one without diff
ficulty. but the other stuck He FUN
bled frantically at the catches. as be
endeavored to lift it. while the door
Shivered now under the deadlier blows
of an ak. But. thank God. the cramp-
ed passageway gave them no room for
swing. They were striking at an
angle. as the lip of the blade once
showed as it drove through and re-
manned imbedded for an instant
Oh. that window. He could get no
real purchase on it. He skinned his
fingers and strained his back to break
ing. and still it defied him. He must
burst it. then: that was the only way
burst it. But with what? There
was Mr.. Kay. crying out inarticuIately
and handing him something. Mr.
kays Shoe--a patent leather shoe
with buttons. still warm from the foot
He seized it with avidity. this help
from quarter So unexpected-seized
it with eXultation.
Taking it by the toe. he crashed the
heel through the window. Hammer.
hammer. hammer. with the glass shat
tering and the jagged. vicious edges
disappearing beneath Il rain of blows.
disappearing till he could trust his
hands on the frame and wriggle out.
He went legs first. crawlingly. scrap
I'M, his wrists and hands on the thin
knife of undislodged glass. waistcoat
and shirt half pulled to his neck-but
out. no matter how. till. hanging his
full length. he let himself drop TO the
track alongside the car.
He heard shouts above. as though
the broken window had filed with
emerging heads: he saw the chauffeur
jump from the automobile and stink
to the ground: there was Il vision of
the porter. with outStretched arms.
rushing TO intercept him. and gut
tural voice from somewhere cried out
with Il sort of vail. Don't shoot"
If anything more We're needed TO
hasten MATHS feet il was this thrilling
command. He ran till the stitch in
his side was inSuppOrtable and his
heart was ready to burst-ran. trotted.
limped till. thank God. there We're PEG
pie all about him and lights and ami
nation and security.
1t was the hour of the New York ex-
press. with passengers waiting and
three hotel omnibuSeS drawn up for
m
self on bench between two of his
unconscious nreSarrnrs nanting and