The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1915-07-31

A. Craig Kennedy Turns on the Gu
Rise z
when heard the telephone ring. It
was Craig. Without q word of apology
for his rudeness. which I knew had
been purely absent-minded. heard
him say: Walter. meet me In half
an hour outside that Florence Leigh's
house."
Half an hour later I was waiting
near the house In the suburbs to
which had been directed by the
strange telephone call the day before.
I noticed that It was apparently de-
serted. The blinds were closed and q
ITO Let" sign was on the side of the
house.
Hello. Walter" cried Craig at last.
busting along.
He led the way around the side of
the house to window, and. with q
powerful grasp, wrenched open the
closed shutters. He had just smashed
the window when policeman ap.
peared.
Hey. you fellows-what are you
doing there?" he shouted.
Craig paused second. then pulled
his card from his pocket.
"Just the man want" he parted.
much to the policeman's surprise.
There's something crooked going on
here. Follow US in"
We climbed into the window. There
was the same living room we had
seen the day before. But 1t was now
bare and deserted.
Come on" cried Kennedy. beckon-
ing us on.
Quickly he rushed through the
house. There was not thing in 1t to
change the deserted appearance OF
the first floor. At last It occurred to
Craig to grope his way down cellar
There was nothing there.
Kennedy had been carefully going
over the place. and was at the other
side of the cellar from ourselves
when I saw him stop and gaze at the
floor
Hide" he whispered suddenly to
us.
We waited moment Nothing hap
pened. Had he been seeing things or
hearing things, wondered?
From our hidden vantage we could
now see square piece In the floor
perhaps i've feet In diameter, slowly
open up as though on a pivot.
The weird and sinister figure Of q
man appeared. Over his head he wore
q peculiar helmet with hideous glass
| pieces over the eyes and tubes that
connected with tank which he car
ried buckled to his back.
Quickly he closed down the cover Of
the tube, but not before vile effiuvi
UNI seemed to escape, and penetrate
even to US in our hiding places. Al
he moved forward. Kennedy gave
| flying leap at him, and we followed
with a regular football interference.
It was the work Of only a moment
for us to subdue and hold him. while
Craig ripped on the helmet.
It was Dan the Dude.
whats that thing?" I pulled. as
helped Craig with the headgear.
"An oxygen helmet" he replied
There must be air down the tube tina
cannot be breathed."
He went over to the tube. CAREFUL,
he opened the top and gazed down
starting back second later, with his
face puckered up at the noxious odor
Sewer gas" he calculated, as hi
slammed the cover down. Then h
added to the policeman: Where d.
you suppose It comes from?"
why" replied the officer. "the st
James viaduct-an old sewer-is some
where about these parts"
Kennedy puckered his face as h
gazed at our prisoner. He reachet
down quickly and lifted something of
the mans coat.
Golden hair" he muttered
"Elaine's!"
A moment later he seized the mar
and shook him roughly.
where IL she-tell met" he de
| manded.
The man snarled some kind of q re
! ply. refusing to say word about her
Tell me-" repeated Kennedy.
~Humphl" snorted the prisoner. NOR
closemouthed than ever.
Kennedy was furious. Az he sen
the man reeling away from him b
seized the oxygen helmet and begal
putting II on. There was only on
thing to do-to follow the clue OF ID
golden strands Of hair. e
Down into the pest hole he went, hi
head protected BY the Oxygen helmet
~ he cautiously took one step ATE
another down = series o. iron rung
made the hole. he found that the NJ
ter wns mp TO his chest AZ The bo|
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