The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1912-1984, 1916-06-02
Continued from Tuesday,


My God,7' gasped the old million
aire, dropping weakly into a chair,
its David Marley! lists our own
Davy!"
We'll, whoever he is, and whatever
he is, we've got him!" triumphantly
announced the russet-faced captain.
And the watching circle could see the
CLINT of the handouts which he so
promptly and so pregnantly produced.
Yes, you've got me- acquiesced
their prisoner. But there is one per-
son, remember, that you have still
failed to get. And when you get him,
gentlemen, I'm afraid there's chance
of your losing mel"
What d. you mean by that?" de-
manded Golden. And what d. you
mean by breaking into my vault and
carrying off my papers?"
THE only thing l intended to carry
off, sir, was your daughter. And all
your papers you'll find quite intact in
your vault If 1 hid one of them, as
l hid my own identity, it was only to
protect you and your house from the
Iron Claw"
That sounds WELL" sneered the rus
set-faced captain. But l want to see
that chart with my own eyes,
Then supposing you lock in the safe
for it," suggested Manley.
There was a general movement to-
wards the vault door. But at the same
moment there was a more abrupt
movement from another part of the
room. For Legar, realizing that the
eyes of his enemies were directed
towards another quarter, stole from
his hiding place and ran, crOuching
low, along the library wall towards the
door. He had almost reached that
door when Margery Golden, glancing
up, caught sight of the sinister and all
too familiar figure.
''The Iron Claw" she cried, in a
voice with alarm, as Legar dove
through the heavy portieres, swung
out into the wide hallway
He darted through a second room,
sprang through still another door, and
lOulAo hlhoCll III lhO SOAoCl I1S
sprang through the glass wall as un-
hesitatingly as a circus-rider springs
through his paper-hoop, carrying lead
ed panes and the tendrils of climbing
vines with him as he went.
He was on his feet again, even be-
fore his pursuers had awakened to the
fact that he had broken from the
house. And before they came tum-
bling out of the house-door the fugi-
tive had ducked under a hedge, vault
ed wall, and rounded the street cor
ner. He was a desperate man now,
ready to face a desperate chance.
And that chance presented itself to
him as trolley car came to a stop
at the avenue corner ahead of him,
and a conductor, leaping from its plat
form, crossed to signal box at the
roadside. The conductor had not yet
returned to his car when Legar sprang
to the steps of the front platform and
swung aboard.
When the motorman standing there
turned to eXpostulate at this over
precipitate invasion he found a re-
volver thrust against his ribs and an
iron claw attempting to drag him away
from his controlling-lever. Being Gel
tic, and man of spirit, he naturally
resented such coercion. Disregarding
! the firearm, he snatched the control
Ter handle of brass from it's standard
and knocked aside his assailant's left
hand at the same moment that he
struck at the one-armed strangers
hatless head.
But the one-armed stranger, fight
| ing with ferocity that knew no
bounds. clawed and struck and kicked