Bisbee daily review., 1916-10-22

He lay there watching as the water from the overflowing tub trickled to tions of the boards, and crawled on again, in search of some avenue of es- cape. And he watched it as it moved, fir on it's sinuous back. he remem- bered. it carried his message of deliv- erance. his hope of life Finding an unused ventilator fiue. the water foun- tained joyously down on the head of a long-haired artist hard at work on a canvas.
 That artist. after speechlesssy con- temDiating the deluge, ran shouting to : the hallway. where he was joined by his model and by fellow artists from neighboring studios.
 When they found their investiga- tions barred by a locked door. they broke it in. While they were sniffing suspiciously about the outer room. however, their efforts to reach the source of that deluge were being an- ticipated by a more stealthy figure. which. ciambering monkeylike up the narrow iron fire escape. climbed still higher to the small window and promptly broke it in.
 Manley, rousing himself at the sharp sound of the breaking glass. turned about to behold the face of a narroweyed and. dark-skinned stranger in the square of light about him. Even as he stared up at this exotic face with it's uncanny fringe of jet black hair he saw the unknown intruder draw a slender tube from under his coat To this tube the stranger fitted a small arrow scarcely longer than a darning needle. Then, placing the tube to his mouth, he sent the slender dart whistling down through the air. where it fixed itself in the wooden flooring not three inches from Margery Gold ems head.
 Instinctively. as Manley witnessed that incomprehensible attack, as he vaguely awoke to the meaning of the strange performance. he crawled to the girls side. There he tried to shield her helpless body with his own.
 But after that he remembered little.
 He awakened later to the sound Of a womGn's soft sobs close beside his aching head And he knew, even be- fore she spoke. that it was Margery Golden.
 Its no use. doctor" she was for lornly crying out to the figure nearer the foot of the bed. T saw that man. and l know it was Mauki And as soon as saw him knew Legar had sent him. had sent him with the same poisoned arrows that once killed an informer in the Owls Nest,"
 But this man isn't dead" protest ed the doctor.
 No. but he will die"
 ''Now, young lady. this won't do. you know" the man of medicine tried tc reassure the quietly weeping girl And if you leave me with him for few minutes I'll make another exam ination. And then we'll know the worst"
 I'd rather stay with him-to the last said the white-faced girl
 ''But if you'll come back. in ten min. utes," quietly announced the man who was not used to having his sugges- tions crossed. And he held the door for the unhappy girl as she passed un, steadily out
 Manley. the next minute. lifted his head from the pillow
 Say. doctor. what's this about me dying?" he demanded.
 That all depends on one point" was the doctors reply as he gingerly took up one of the slender arrows. no longer than a alarming needle. And the point is whether or not we can find an antidote for the poison that was sneared on those outlandish blow. gun darts. But the next point is. how do you feel?"
 T might feel worse,"
 The man of medicine looked puz. zled.
 Well. that seems to be the strange part of this case. The infection must be very ins!dious one. Even the wounds themselves show no signs of toxication. So you wait here a min ut until I get my instrument bagi"
 When that somewhat bewildered man of medicine returned with his bag he found David Manley sitting up in bed. boring srowningly over a sheet Of paper which he held in his hand
 "Who threw this note on my bed2- demanded his patient. with a vigor that was unlocked for in the dying. It was the doctors turn to frown as hs took the sheet of paper from tho others hand.
 T drew the fangs from Maukrs blow gun read the message there in- scriDed. "his arrows held no poison. and you are safe. The Laugh ing Mask
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