The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-07-09
lThe Maruelous Story, Hitherto Unpublished, From Which the Pathe Photoplay of
 the Same Name Was Mode)

that he had at last discovered some- thing on which to concentrate all his earlier Scotch-mists of suspicion.
 For Da Espares' visitor unmistak- ably bore the earmarks of the un- kempt denizen of the hop-joint and the Bowery saloon. Manley felt as- sured of the fact that he had seen that evil-looking face before.
 What is this man doing here?" he asked as he confronted the intruder.
 But Da Espares. turned his answer to Margory, who had just entered.
 "This, Miss Golden," said Da Es- pares, lis the man of whom spoke to you. As your friend here protests, this man has been a tool of Legar's. But he has tired of being the servant of so evil a man. He now seeks to have the state extend it's pardon to him. And as price for this pardon he is willing to deliver into our hands Jules Legar!"
 And just howl" demanded the skeptical Manley, 'is this beautiful plan of delivering Legar to be car- ried out?"
 Quite simply, monsieur" was Da Espares' tranquil reply. But even this, must repeat, is matter which more closely concerns Miss Golden and her father"
 MT. Manley has earned tine right to be included in any secrets which may involve the capture of Legar," Margory Golden quietly assured the faintly smiling count, who bowed in acquiescence. And realizing the note of authority in that reply, he outlined the plan in as few words as possible.
 That plan, with Red Egan as their ernissary, was not a complicated one. This renegade from Legar's gang was to go to his old-time chief and report that Margory Golden might be found at such and such a spot, at such and such a time. She would be alone. And to Legar and his men, waiting there, it would seem a simple enough matter to recapture the girl. But that capture would never be effected. For a squad of police would be held there, in hiding, and when the mo- ment arrived. they would promptly surround Legar and his men and put them where they belonged.
 And how do you feel about it?" de- manded Manley, swinging about to the slightly frowning girl.
 Count Da Espares and will carry out this plan, and we will carry it out, hope, quite as successfully as we may carry out still other plans And in the counts hands I shall al- ways feel that I am fully protected!"
 
 David Manley, thus dismissed, had the dubious satisfaction of knowing that he had once more made a mess of things.
 Yet he did not remain altogether inactive. He watched his chance and quietly installed a dictaphone in the room, attaching the transmitter- disk to the underside of the desk ledge where Da Espares did most of his talking, and running his well-hidden wires down through the floor to a linen closet, which the ver-depend- able Wilson threw open for him. There Manley made the discovery that police headquarters had actually been communicated with and that the feint for Legar's capture, how ever it's end, was intended to carry every sign of sincerity.
 Before another hour slipped by, however, Manley made two further discoveries. The first was that the appointed time for the coup had been suddenly changed to an hour earlier The second was that the trap for Legar was not to be set along the wooded road leading up to the club house of the Greenoch golf links, as first decided upon. But Margory Golden was to motor alone to the west end of the turnpike bridge and there encounter her time enemy of the Iron Claw. And the police, Da Espares assured her, had been duly warned as to the change of location.
 Manley, on overhearing that decla- ration, promptly called up headquar- ters and made the startling discovery that no such message had gone in to the authorities there.
 In five minutes he was in his own car, hastening to conference with central office itself. In another five minutes, on learning from Wilson over the wire that Da Espares and Margory had already left the house in the limousine, Manley had his car filled with armed plain-clothes men from the central office and was speed ing out through the city as fast as @ motor could carry him. As they swept up the dusty approach to the bridge they even saw that they were none too soon.
 For already, in the bright after noon sunlight, they could make out a glimmering limousine as it came to a stop at the end of the bridge. They could sec a somewhat hesitating ands white faced girl step from this limousine at the same moment that they caught sight of group of men emerge quickly from the shrubbery at the end of the bridge itself.
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 These men. spreading out fanlike. swept past the limousine in which Da Espares and the chauffeur were still seated. Four of them, round- ing the car, cut off the girls avenue