Bisbee daily review., 1916-12-03

If there aint no spirits mixed uf 10 this deal. goy'nor. who tipped on that bunch O crape to all this inside
 gossip she handed Red?" solemnly queried the wide-eyed thug.
 Unless l miss my guess there's g dictaphone planted in this room and I'm going to find it if it takes 8 week,
 said Legar.
 He lost no time in making good this declaration. fishing under the fur niture. along the holdings and in the dark corners of the room with | that prehensile iron hook which seemed almost endowed with human intelligence. Suddenly he gave Q gut. tural bark of triumph-under the heavy iron safe backed against the wall he found the object of his search and few moments work sufiiced to trace the tell-tale thread of wire back to the storeroom. where the up. ended packing case and unlocked sky light told their own story.
 That ought to answer your rav- ings." was Legar's quiettoned com ment to his bewildered lieutenant. and then he added maliciously, there will be some uninvited guests at the next seance of your high priestess friend. and somehow l have a feeling that she and Red are going to join those departed spirits inside of the next twenty-four hours" The unsuspecting object of Legar's levity, with her features still heavily shrouded as on the preceding night, stepped out of the sagging doorway of weather-stained old barn which clung dizzily to the brink of a precipitous and rock-toothed ravine. AS she ap- preached the formal Italian garden centered about musically cascading fountain she perceived golden-haired girl seated on one of the rustic benches.
 Presently an elderly. white-haired man, whose deep-lined face and trou- bled eyes bore mute witness of past mental strife. came slowly down the graveled walk and stopped beside the disconsolate figure on the rustic bench.
 You mustn't take this SO to heart, Margery-if Davy could speak from the grave he would tell you to be brave for his sake-and as for the Laughing Mask -t that unmitigated scoundrel and hypocrite isn't worth one of your tears"
 rba ranly tra,nblipo op Norgary,c lips remained unspoken, for at that moment a young woman whose fea- lures were hidden by heavy folds of black yelling stepped out from be- hind a vine-covered trellis.
 You are doing the Laughing Mask a grave injustice, Enoch Golden" she cried in a clear and ringing voice. ''and even now if you and your daugh- ter will accompany me but short distance I will place in your hands indisputable proof of what I say"
 A suddenly reanimated Margery sprang to her feet. She turned to the unknown intruder and cried impetu- ously: Can you really show that tiie Laughing Mdon Wdo lnuoScut Oi all those terrible charges? If you can. please, please take us quickly to where you have the proof"
 Wait. Margery," cautioned the ex- perience-saddened banker. First let this yelled person tell us who she ia and where she wants to take us. This may be one of Legar's tricks, for all we know"
 T am a well-wisher of the Laugh ing Mask. Beyond that l cannot dis close my identity" came the guarded reply. T am unarmed and ask you to go only as far as the old barn on your own estate"
 Still questioning the outcome of this dubious venture. the stern-faced millionaire finally yielded to Mar gery's earnest importuning, and. fol- lowing the black-garbed figure of their swiftly moving guide, they presently stood before the dilapidated old build ing tottering on the brink of the ra- vine. At that moment a thick-set. fat-fiooted individual shufled into view along the dusty road, the visor of his cap pulled low over his malev- olent blue-jowled face and his beefy fists jerking uneasily as he walked. The woman in black turned to her companions, and, indicating this un- gainly figure, spoke rapidly.
 q have every reason to believe that man has kept faith with me. and If am right I shall be able in few min utes to place in your hands the proof of which I spoke. But if there should be treachery I wish to face 1t alone. You will find that the harness room In the loft of the barn has a strong door with heavy bolts. Please wait for me there, and at the first sound of trou- ble. barricade yourself until help comes from the house."
 This sounds like a trap" returned the millionaire. with emphatic disap- proval. Come, Margery, come back to the house at once"
 But Margery Golden proved to have a will of her own as we'll as surpris- ing faith in that mysterious defender of the Laughing Mask. Taking her fathers arm she half coaxed. half led the protesting master of finance into ha cGIo n1d cfrucfura which