The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-04-11


As Craig kennedy Turns on the Gu
Rise =
n when heard the telephone ring. It
was Craig. Without word OF apology
for his rudeness, which knew had
u been purely absent-minded. heard
him say: Walter. meet me in half
5t 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
y strange telephone call the day before
II noticed that it was apparently de-
serted The blinds were closed and a
To Let sign was on the. side OF the
house.
Hello, Waiter" 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 a policeman ap
A peared
Hey YOU fellows what are you
doing there?' he shouted
D Craig paused a 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 It was now
bare and deserted
Come on. cried Kennedy, beckon.5
ing us on.
Quickly be rushed through the
house. There was not a thing in tito.
h 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 | saw him stop and gaze at the
floor. 5.
Hide" he whispered suddenly to-
US.
We waited moment Nothing hap.
pened. Had he been seeing things or.
hearing things. I wondered?
From our hidden vantage we could
now see square piece in the floor,
perhaps five feet In diameter, slowly
open up as though on a pivot.
The weird and sinister figure Of a
man appeared. Over his head he wore
a peculiar helmet with hideous glass
pieces over the eyes and tubes that
connected with a tank which he car.
RED buckled to his back.
Quickly he closed down the cover OF
the tube, but not before q vile eff1uvi.5
5um seemed to escape. and penetrate
even to us in our hiding places. AZ
he moved forward, Kennedy gave a
flying leap at him, and we followed
with regular football Interference.
It was the work Of only a moment.
for US to subdue and hold him. while
Craig ripped of the helmet.
TWAS Dan the Dude.
What's that thing q" pulled. as 4
helped Craig with. the headgear.
tsAns oxygen helmet, he replied.
There must be air down the tube that
cannot be breathed. n
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
G Sewer gas" he calculated. as he
slammed the cover down. Then ne
added to the policeman: Where do
you supposeit comes from 2.
Why replied the officer, 'tthe 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. s
Golden hair" he muttered.
If" Elaine's
moment later he seized the man.
and shook him roughly
Where Is she tell me 2. he de-.
11nanded
The man snarled some kind of a re-
ply, refusing to say a word a bout her.
Tell me- repeated Kennel
'Humnh ~ snorted the prisoner. more
c!ose-mouthed than ever. q
Kennedy was furious. AS he sent
the man ree1ing away from him he
seized the oxygen helmet and began
putting 1t on. There was only one
thing to doto follow the clue OF the
golden strands of hair. Fl;
Down into the pest hole he went. his
head prot cted 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-
4 ter was up to his chest. At the bot
tom OF the perpendi cu1ar pit was a
marrow. low passageway leading or.