The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-07-23
lThe Maruelous Story, Hitherto Unpublished, From Which the Pathe Photoplay of
 the Same Name Was Made)

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 Half a mile deeper in that shrub bery this runaway team would surely have reached the spot where a black limousine stood hidden away in the shadow of 1aurel-copse had not still another and an equally unheralded factor entered into the situation. This factor took the form of a high power roadster in which was seated a. man wearing yellow mask. His ir- ruption into that orderly little pro- cession, indeed, proved as abrdpt IS One-Lamp Louie's eruption from it. And he seemed plainly suspicious of both Louies motives and movements. for he lost no time in swinging from the highway and plunging recklessly after the runaway carriage.
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 As his car approached the runaway cab that mysterious stranger, known as the Laughing Mask, stepped to the running board of his roadster, lean- ing far out as the two swerving vehi- cles drew together. One-Lamp Louie, whatever he may have thought of that approach, had little means of evading it. To swing off what nar- row road remained before him seemed frankly suicidal. To lash his team to greater effort was already out of the question. To take his hands from the reins, even, along that un- certain road, was equally foolhardy. So the strange race went on, the swaying and bounding cab with a white-faced girl tossed about under it's hood, the leaping and lurching roadster, every second drawing closer down on it's quarry, yet every second threatening to turn turtle over one of the grassy embankments above which it shuddered and slowed
 It was the Laughing Mask, leaning far out from his running board, who threw open the cab door and called sharply to the startled girl.
 Quick" he commanded.
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 For one moment she hesitated. Then she reached out for the un- steady hand groping for her. She caught at the muscular young arm supporting her as she half climbed and half tumbled out to the cab step. Then, relinquishing her grasp on the hand rail, she surrendered to the clutch of this arm as it encircled her and swung her bodily from her feet.
 The next moment she found her. self sitting back, a little breathless, in the leather upholstered seat of the roadster and the man in the laugh ing mask smiling down at her with his enigmatic smile.
 Ut was risky, I know" he ex- plained. "But not half as as bad as meeting Jules Legar on the other side of that laurel grove!
 The Black Watch.
 A number of things had happened and were happening to disconcert, if not to discourage, the redoubtable Le- gar. That astute young adventures, Betsy Le Marsh, alias Williamsburg Elsie, who, with the aid of divers forged recommendations, had in- stalled herself in the Golden house. hold, repeatedly and stubbornly re- ported that David Manley was dead.
 Williamsburg Elsie also expressed a strong desire to migrate from the house in which she found herself so inquisitive a maid, since that house, she declared, was too full of queer things" for her comfort. They were, she frankly acknowledged, getting her goat
 When, at Legar's suggestion, she had tried to pump a needleful O dope" into her altogether unsuspect- ing mistress, a dead mans face had suddenly appeared between her and the bedroom door. And on two diff ferent occasions, after midnight, when she had ventured down to the house. keepers telephone to send in a secret message to Legar himself. she had found herself confronted by ghost in white.
 When the master criminal to put to an end to all such absurdities, had by the force of many dire threats and oaths compelled both One-Lamp Louie and Red Egan himself to re- pair to the Golden mausoleum and verify the contents of the myste- rious casket there deposited, Red Egan had returned with the prepos- terous story of white sheet sud- denly descending out of the blackness of the vault and whisking One-Lamy Louie out of reach and also out of sight. And since the once valiant Red Egan showed so craven a spirit that nothing short of quart of three star brandy could tranquilize his of the vault and whisking One-Lamp Louie showed no signs of returning from the mysterious realms into which the afore- mentioned white sheet had whisked him. Legar promptly and wrathfully decided to take the matter into his own hands. He would lay this ghost. he an- nounced. or something would go smash in the process.
 But he had no intention of ap- preaching that intimidating mauso- leum without due and definite prepa- ration. With him he took a power full pocket fashlight, a Colt auto- matic pistol and a couple of extra clips of cartridges But the instru- ment on which he reposed the most confidence was metal disk little bigger than pocket aneroid, some three inches in diameter and no thicker than a mans hand. This innocent looking disk, which could