The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-06-25
THE TOWER OF DESTINY.

Enoct Golden, anxious and worn- out, sat waiting for some further word as to the fate of his daughter Mergory. Nothing had come to him , since Trains startling message of the collision and the even more startling news of the girls mysterious disap- pearance. Unwilling as Golden was to surrender to despair, he felt mora and more that Legar, and Legar alone. was responsible for this latest catastrophe.
 Still again he hoarsely demanded long-distance, and still again he called for his sisters house at Cedar ton. That quiet-voiced sister, for years all but a stranger to her grim and granite-willed brother, told him for the third time that they had as yet had no news of Margory.
 These words brought small consola- ton to Golden. And he would have caught even less consolation from q talk taking place at almost the same moment over the servants telephone below stairs. Part of that guarded conversation was carried on by Wrench, the new footman, and much of 1t had to do with the very situa- ton so disturbing the aged million aire in the room above. For 1t was Legar explaining that Q masked stranger at the last moment had snatched the girl from their hands and had apparently carried her off to some hiding place of his own. This was followed by the command to de- liver still another message to Enoch Golden. with the final warning that every wire leading into the Golden house must be cut as soon as pos- sible.
 The new footman, in obedience to these orders, quietly traced out the telephone circuits to the basement and there severed the wires with a pair of scissors purloined for the pur- pose from Mile. Celestine's workbag. Then. watching his chance. he care fully penned note. wording 1t as Legar had duly instructed him to do. Then he returned to the neighbor- hood of the library door, with his ferretlike alertness masked under his customary immobility of face.
 It was not until his restless master discovered the telephone wires to be dead and went storming through the house to determine the reason for this misadventure that Wrench real ized his chance had come Slipping into the deserted library on the pre- text of adjusting the rugs. he stopped before the rosewood table, hesitated a moment. and thsn lifted the heavily chased lid of Golden's cigar case and dropped the note inside. A moment later he had left the room, unob served and unsuspected.
 It did not take many minutes of waiting to confirm the wisdom of Wrench's movement. For Enoch , Golden. striding restlessly back into his library, sank with sigh of weari- ness into the armchair beside the rosewood table. For a moment ar two he stared abstractedly and un- happily about him. Then. with still another sigh. he reached out and lifted the heavily chased lid of silver. His fingers. instead of coming in con- tact with perfecto corseted in gold, hustled against sheet of paper. Au- tomatically he picked 1t up and un- folded it.
 Written on that mysterious sheet he found the following:
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