Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1915-06-01

As Craig Kennedy Turns on the Cur
Rise al
when heard the telephone ring. It
was Craig without a word OF apology
for his rudeness, which | 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 I had been directed by the
strange telephone call the day before.
noticed that it was apparently de-
serted. The blinds were closed and a
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 a window. and. with a
powerful grasp, wrenched open the
closed shutters. He had just smashed
the window when policeman APP
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 en-
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 1t 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 l 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 a square piece In the floor,
perhaps five feet in diameter, slowly
open up as though on a pivot.
The weird and sinister figure of
man appeared. Over his head he wore
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 q vile effiuvi-
um seemed to escape, and penetrate
even to US In our hiding places. AS
he moved forward. Kennedy gave
flying leap at him, and we followed
with regular football interference.
1t was the work of only moment
for US to subdue and hold him. while
Craig ripped off the helmet.
1t was Dan the Dude.
What's that thing?" / pulled, as
helped Craig with the headgear.
IAN oxygen helmet" he replied.
There must be air down the tube that
cannot be breathed."
He went over to the tube. Carefully
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 he
slammed the cover down. Then he
added to the policeman: Where do
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 he
gazed at our prisoner. He reached
down quickly and lifted something OF
the mans coat.
Golden hair" he muttered.
"Elainesi"
A moment later he seized the man
and shook him roughly.
Where is she-tell me?" he de-
manded
The man snarled some kind Of a re-
ply. refusing to cay word about her
Tell me-" repeated Kennedy.
"Humph!" snorted the prisoner, more
close-mouthed than ever
Kennedy was furious. AS he sent
the man Keeling away from him he
seized the oxygen helmet and began
putting 1t on. There was only one
thing to do-to follow the clue of the
golden strands of hair.
Down into the pest hole he went, his
head protected by the oxygen helmet.
AS he cautiously took one step after
another down a series OF iron rungs
inside the hole, he found that the wa
ter was up to his chest. At the bot
tom of the perpendicular pit was
narrow. low passageway leading of.