The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-08-13
(The Maruelous Story, Hitherto Unpublished From Which the Pathe Photoplay of
 the Same Name Was Made)

lily IdhiH6 HIS pidce III yOuF thoughts?"
 The girl rose to her feet. Her first impulse was one of anger, of resent ment against an intrusion of her spirits inner privacies But she real ized, even before she spoke, the inn possibility of anger against a figure so impersonal, so apparitional in its goings and comings.
 You have no right to ask a ques- ton like that" she told him.
 "Why not?"
 She raised a finger and pointed ;t the yellow domino that covered his face.
 You could never have the right, so long as that mask stands where it does!"
 But I have reason for wearing that mask!'
 "Then I have a right to know that reasonv'
 her hand again, as though to lift away the covering that hid his face. But with an even more decisive movement of his own hand he stopped her.
 Wait" he quietly commanded. "I may not be able to give you all the reasons. But I think I can at least show you one of them!'
 He turned about and tip-toed to the door. There, carefully nursing the knob in the palm of his hand, he re- leased the catch and swung the door suddenly inward. And crouched low in the hallway, close beside the door, frame, was a figure of a young woman wearing a white cap and apron.
 That startled young woman, on dis covering that she had been detected i'll the act of listening at key-hole, sprang to her feet and fled like a shadow down the long hallway.
 Why, that was one of our maids!" cried the astonished girl.
 But what are you going to do?" demanded the puzzled girl.
 "I'm going to show that I'm still your friend and at the same time prove that this particular maid is your enemy" called back the man in the mask.
 But that particular maid, realizing apparently that events were shaping themselves into some final issues, lost no time in lettering along the hallway of that shadowy house. She ran straight to the heavy folding doors which shut off the library, wherein she knew Enoch Golden was already conferring with his circle of officers from the detective bureau. Opening these doors, sse confronted those startled officials as they sat in quiet talk about the huge rose wood table presided over by Enoch Golden himself
 If you're after that man you call the Laughing Mask" she announced in her shrill soprano. "yonll find him here in this house at this very mo- ment"
 "In this house?" echoed the as- tonished old millionaire.
 "You'll find him." shrilled the white-faced maid, lin Margory Col den's room. And the sooner you get there the better!"
 That's lie!" thundered the mas- ter of the house.
 Then send those men and show them it's lie," was his servants brazen challenge.
 The servant as she spoke even stepped in through the door and con- fronted them with audacious young eyes. in which they could see no small amount of scorn. And as they real ized the full import of her words they rose as one man ard moved to- ward the door.
 But they did not pass through that door. They came to a pause, for the very material reason that a man in yellow mask, holding a revolver in his hand. confronted them from the hallway.
 Just moment, gentlemen" this masked stranger suavely announced, although the suavity of his voice was somewhat discounted by the ob- vlously menacing position of his fire- arm. Since denunciations seem to pc Tn order, will you permit me to point out to you that the young lady who has just addressed you is Betsy LeMarsh, alias Williamsburg Sadie, not only one of the most adroit wom- an crooks in the city, but also an emissary and agent of Jules Legar himself"
 Having made that speech, the Laughing Mask promptly swung the heavy folding doors shut. He did so before one of the astonished onlook- CTS could interfere. Then he turned the key in the snap-lock and ran headlong along the quiet hall. He all but collided with Margory Golden herself. attracted by the sound of angry voices ringing through the lower regions of the house, as he swung through an open door on his left. But he did not stop to explain, for already he could hear the sound of hurrying feet as his pursuers came swarming after him.
 Here's where I take time by the forelock," he grimly announced, as he darted across the room to a huge old-fashioned grandfather's clock which stood against the farther wall. The astonished girl saw him swing open the door and step inside the clock. Then she turned quickly about. for the men from the Central office were already in the room. And she had no desire to make their task easier for them.
 That man came into this room!" declared one of the older men, chal- lenging the half-smiling girl with an indignant forefnger. Where is he?"
 How should I know?" asked the calm-eyed young woman.
 You mean you don't want to know"
 The girl walked slowly toward the