The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-05-21

"Why was I sent here?" she de- manded, as Casavanti, white faced, stepped closer to her.
 For this,' he replied, as with a sudden movement his arms went out and encompaSsed her shrinking body. She fought and struggled in that contaminating embrace, but her strength was not equal to her cap- tors. Casavanti, bending her body close to his, cupped his impassioned lips over her parted lips. It was several seconds before he lifted his head.
 Before he did so, however, the closet door on his right opened and a figure stepped noiselessly out into the room. It was the figure of a man who wore @ laughing mask. In his hand he carried a revolver. And this revolver was leveled neatly at the cadets temple as Casavanti raised his head, his jaw dropping with sheer wonder
 'One word, you hound, and it's your last!" said the quiet-toned voice behind the mask. But the revolver remained pointing at Casavanti'S head as the stranger took the girls hand and backed slowly toward the hall door. He groped for the door handle, leveled his weapon and still watched Casavanti. But the door, he discovered, was locked. Perplexed, for one short second he turned and looked for the key. But in that in- stant the tense-limbed Casavanti, be- holding the revolver barrel waver from it's target, saw his chance and leaped for his enemy.
 The force of the impact sent the mysterious intruder staggering against the wall and the revolver it. self clattering across the floor. The girl screamed in terror as the two contending figures fought and writhed about the room. Hurrying steps and voices were already sounding from outside the locked door and Casa vanti, knowing the slimness of his chances, was battling like a wildcat. But the man in the mask, with an odd and quite unexpected movement of the body, brought into play the familiar jiujitsu trick of catapulting an adversary over his own shoulder. depending on the force of the fall alone for any final result. And the fall in this case was not gentle one.
 Quick he gasped to the girl, fo, the enemy was already pounding and battering the locked door. v came in that way, so you can go out by it. Cross the roof to the next house, go down to the street door and l will meet you there! But hurry! What ever you do, hurry!"
 Then he swung shut the closet door and locked it, pocketing the key as he darted across the room. Seeing the hall door quivering from the pres- sure from without, he stood to one side, close in beside the frame, adroit- ly turned the key, and let the door fly open. That sudden release sent Casa vanti's retainers sprawling and tum- bling in through the door. The nim- ble-footed man in the mask at the same moment slipped out behind them. He dove for the stair, splinter ing the woodwork of the street door as he unlocked it. Yet he took time to relock that door from the outside, for close beside the curb, he saw, stood his waiting limousine.
 A moment later he had crossed to the next house front and thrown open the street door.
 That young woman stared at him with wondering eyes.
 'Who are you?' she demanded.
 I'm only a hammer was the sud- denly sobered reply. The Hammer of God"
 (T0 be continued neIt Sunddy)