The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1916-06-24

gering into the nav Of the open vault.
and with throaty and beastlhke cry
of triumph swung the great steel door
shut. even as the partly-dressed VIII
SON ran gaping In through the library
door. Yet Legar took time to throw
back the tumbler lever and spin the
dial before turning to confront that
wide-eyed servant Then. hearing
other approaching steps. he dove
through the SECOND door. scurried like
la pelted hound through shadowy
rooms, slipped eel-like through a
quickly opened window and escaped
to the street. =
There he ran for dark bodied car
standing in the deep tree shadows.
and with gasp of relief flung himself
up into the cushioned seat,
AS he did so masked figure sitting
tcrouched close back in the hooded
gloom OF that seat suddenly threw out
a hand and garroted the startled Le-
gar against the leather upholstery. on
which he began to writhe like cater
pillar on q cabinet PIN, But with an
equally def second movement the
man in the yellow mask snatched the
oblong MANILA paper from bis .oppo.
| nent's hand. .-a.,,t,,, ,.,,.,,
This" blandly announced the man
OF mystery as his garroting fingers re-
Taxed and he stepped down to the run.
ming board, lis. pne OF the rare mo-
ments when have the pleasure of
trumping your ace!"
And the all but apoplectic Legar lay
back gasping for breath as that stran-
ser dropped lightly from the speeding
car and vanished shadowlike into. the
night. ., .,~. .,y
At the home Of Enoch Golden, In the
meantime, the terrified Wilson had re-
gained both his feet, his presence OF
mind and a presentable portion Of his
dignity. Ills frantic shouts for help
had brought the rest of the servants
hocking to the library, and, his equally
frantic efforts to describe what had
taken place did not add to the peace
OF that little group from below stairs.
Il tell YOU, Tibbins. Miss Margory's
/ ioShOt III that vault, ailu tAtOlb . Nv
one in the 'ouse as knows 'ow to open
| it,"
Cries of horror burst from that sud
denly arrested circle.
| Someone telephone for the police!"
cried the second man, as Wilson
shouldered out through the group
swarming and gesticulating about the
| uattlf he
He had the instrument in his shak-
ing hand when the door opened and
David Manley stepped quickly in,. with
Tito. the green-bodied parrot, Oh his
arm! tiH H" Ei4-n ,,ft'g
What's wrong heregrr was the new
comer,s sharp demand. ,g.imjIr
Its MISS Margory, sir, began the
quayering7voiced butlerr eon gty
We'll, what about Miss, Margory?"
| She's looked in that vault, sir, and
no one IN the 'ouse knows the conbi-
nation!"
Go0d sodl,' efisd Msuley, s1dden-
ly transfixed. Then he ran to 3he
vault door, fiinging the others aside.
Il fFlinging on ihis Goat. he bent DYER
the dial The silent group cir6ed
Iabout him. And still he worked.
worked wifi every nerve on edge.
esery sense alert fbr time, he knbw.
was pfecious 1 ia
II said silence there!" he called
out sharply. for his whole mind as
i directed to the faint click Of natal
against metal in front Of him. But
louder than before the green-bo4ied
Ebird Sn its broken perch repeated It's
Ecry ES
Twenty-dhe thirty--forty-tvp-
'fsixty!h ~asthe shrill and monotoipus
cry Of the parrot, with one eye cooked
ceilingward. 4
Manley suddenly wheeled abou4
What in Gods name does that par
rot meant =. .sWaiti Il. II iS,4 :.
It must be"-But instead OF finfSiIing
that declaration he repeated 1.-THE
birds cry. 'Twenty-one, thirty. ffty-
two, sixty" 80, -
I,vault door, with his trembling f1|ers
turning and spinning the glimn1 ling
dial.
ssThsp. Tithout breathing, and Iith
colorless face. his hand grasps. the
tumhlar layer. And not. one Oh hat
group moved -aB- ne put ON that ver
] the pressure that would tell tht hle.
| fNfwsf Cblestin1 ff6 parlor laid
~ho{inA6fsA her hat& tsmper( ent
hy AllfhG sack Il did flint : the
metal door swung open. Lat nd me.
at that moment. was thinking Of lee.
tine. s'e.I.E ~
"It's. all right Manley called |om
the, dnfkness Of the inner vault les
aliye shell be around In . mif ~