Evening capital and Maryland gazette. (Annapolis, Md.) 1910-1922, 1916-04-08
THE IRON CLAW"
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~wm you please read me that mes
sage. And quickly. for this is impor-
tant"
Here it is" answered the bewil-
dered voice over the wire. You are
keeping Blonde Casey a prisoner in
YOUR house. Unless you liberate her
within an hour your house viii go Up
in flames. And after that house, your
next house, and the next II is signed
The Cookson Gang. But what am
to believe? What am to do? And
what is the answer to all these mys-
teries2g
Whatever you do, don't let them
get that young woman away from
you!"
Family the listener could hear the
sound Of sudden calls, of quick ques-
tions and answers and counter-ques-
tion. Then the voice OF Golden was
once more frantically calling him over
the wire
"Manley. Aianley. is that your
You've spoken too late. Wilson, my
butler, mas just hurried in to me here.
Ten minutes ago a stranger claiming
TO be a meter inspector got entrance
to the house. DO you hear me, they've
taken that girl. She's gonei"
Cone" echoed Manley. Then I
haven't time to stand here talking"
Yet Enoch Golden, even as Manley
himself, had little time for talking
over that strange abduction For two
minutes later his still furried butler
announced the arrival of James Girls
void, the president of the Union
Traders bank. on urgent business.
Golden began that visitor almost
as soon as he had crossed the thresh-
old, Il have counted myself among
your friends, But when / receive a
note like this. threatening me and my
business, I regard it as about time to
see you, face 70 face"
Golden took the sheet of paper from
the bankers hand He stood regard
ing II with troubled eyes. For 1t read
You are a friend of Enoch Golden.
the oppressor OF the poor. the scaven-
ser OF unciCan gold The blow chat is
about 20 fall ON yen and your bank
falls because OF this alliance with evil
doors. You are warned"
The glimjawed millionaire turned
on his visitor.
That Is not all, declared the bank
err Nor IS TINS afternoons paper.
with its butter attack en- you and
your tenemcnts gil But three hours
'a:er my fellor banker, Gresham Of
the Third National received a warn.
ing Identical with miuo uHd already
the building OF the Third National
bank is in iiamosl and what I want
to know sir is the incoming OF it all ?"
The telephone belt interrupted Gold.
en- as he was about to speak.
Yes. this is Mr Coldcn's house.
Yes, Mr. Criswoid is here. What's
that?' He leaned forward for a mo.
ment, listening. Then the receiver fell
from his faced hand My God, Girls.
void your building is on fire. The
Union-Traders' bank is burning"
The next minute Griswold was hur-
rying from the house and leaping into
his waiting limousine.
Golden, sitting at his desk, stared
startled and vacant.eyed before him.
Yet that young secretary who was
so fooishly accepted as feather-head.
ed was, at the time being, anything
but idle. Ten minutes after his talk
over the wire with Golden he was in
q taxicab speeding towards the Stein
house ON Maple avenue. A block away
from that house he dismounted, saun-
tering casually up to the home of
Legar's confederate as bridesmaids
delivery wagon stopped before it.
Boy" he said to the youthful
driver OF the wagon, that housemaid
at the door there is my steady But
we scrapped and she won't even see
me. Here's dollar if you let me hand
in that box of groceries for you!"
Sure" said the boy, as he pocketed
the bin. Marley, whistling blithely,
carried his armful of parcels into the
bridesmaids entrance.
My driver says these things weren't
paid for" he coolly announced
'Dey vass paid for, ef'ry-ding vass
paid fort" cried the German girl.
Then you go and tell him that"
was the others calm suggestion. And
as the belligerent-eyed maid strobe out
to the wagon. Manley slipped in
through the still open door, dropped
his parcels and stole quickly yet
guardedly up through the silent house
When he came to a large room, halt
library and half laboratory, he stared
in wonder at the strange apparatus
which stood on a table in the center of
this room. He heard the sound of ap-
preaching steps. He saw a door on
his right and darted through it. He
realized, as soon as he had done so
that he had committed the fatal error
of diving into trap.
As he peered out through the still
partly opened door he saw that 1t was
the German maid who had entered the
room. Then she crossed to the closet
door itself. Strengthened the edge of
the disordered rug, closed the door
and turned the key in the lock.
A moment later, Manley, with his
ear against the panel, heard the sound
of heavier steps. Then came the even
more interesting sound OF voices.
Ven, wat do you say OF Oldt Stein