The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-05-28
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TOT several moments or silence at the strange figure in the arm chair.
 "Who are your" the grim-faced old financier finally demanded. But the girl remained silent. She scarcely knew what was expected of her.
 "I don't know," answered the girl. He held her face between his hands, peering into it. Then, with weary shake of the head he dropped his hands.
 sIt was too much to expect" he l1uskily murmured. "Too much to hope for!"
 'Oh, sir, what had you hoped for?" she managed to ask.
 q hope for nothing," was the broken mans reply. "But once had a daughter, and lost her."
 "How did you lose her?'
 ''She was stolen from me as child.'
 And what became of herr"
 God only knows! Yet, for a mo- ment I was mad enough to think, to hope. But have no longer any right to hope," he added with sudden passion. "All ask is that once be- fore I die meet face to face that one-armed devil with his scar of Shame!"
 "One-armed, and with a scar?" cried the startled girl, leaning sud- denly forward in her chair.
 "Why, it was a one-armed man with a scared face who kept me 8 prisoner! It was he, Legar, who always told me my parents were dead" :. "Legar!" repeated the bewildered millionaire. "Legar? But my mans name was Palidori" By this time Golden was once more on his feet. his excitement increasing every mo. ment.
 "Girl. let me see your arm!"
 With trembling fingers he thrust up the flimsy sleeve, staring breath IessIy at the milk-white skin. Then a. groan of disappointment broke from his throat.
 "No, the mark is not there!"
 "What mark?" asked the wonder ing girl.
 right arm. My men, when she was a child on Windward Island, caught and killed shark. The child, when no one watched her, thrust hand Tn between the brute's jaws. Those dying jaws closed on the flesh, and an iron bar had to be used to open them again. And they said that scar would always stay with her."
 The girl, wide-eyed, dropped back into the armchair.
 "Why, I seem to remember" she said, staring before her. "l seem to remember years ago, rows and rows of sharp teeth and the sudden pain as those teeth came together"
 "But the scar!" cried Golden. "There is no scar!"
 "I seem to remember about that, too. It was long after, after Legar had brought me across water, ana then miles and miles in a railway train, remember him taking me to a man who wore round eyeglasses, and showing him my arm. This man gave me something to make me sleep. But when I wakened my arm was sore again, for weeks and weeks. And Golden, your house will be in dan- ger.''
 "But who are you?'
 "I'm Eastman of the central office. and I've warned you. That's all!' Manley, returning from his errand, at the same moment stepped into the room from another door. He stared at the girl as he stopped to pick up his pocket camera.
 'Who are you?" he pertly inquired, as Golden re-entered the room. when 1t healed the scar was gone. l remember" But she stopped sud- denly. for the telephone bell close be- side Golden shrilled out a sudden call. Mechanically the man at the desk took up the receiver, his eyes still on the girl facing him.
 "This is Eastman of the central off, fee speaking" said the voice over the wire. "A short while ago a young woman was seen entering your house."
 'Well, what of it?" was the inn patient inquiry.
 "Our office merely wants to warn you that that girl is Blondie Casey, the cone-on for the Cookson gang, She's the smoothest swindler in the business. And as long as that baby eyed she-crook is in your house
 But his eyes the next moment were on neither Golden nor the girl. His gaze passed beyond those two strangely diverse figures to yet a third. the crouching figure of an eavesdropper clinging to the wistaria vines that framed the huge window on the far side of the room.
 Manley, crossing the room on the run, took the window, glass and all in one leap. He landed on hydran. gea bush even as the burly caves. dropper dropped to the grass beside him.
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 But Manley, bent on running down that unknown interloper, was already close at his heels. Still dazed as he was from his blows Manley reached the car. swung himself up on the run. ning-board and as the driver re. C~> k Z