The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-05-28

Why, l seem to remember" she said, "I seem to remember years ago, rows and rows of sharp teeth and the sudden pain as those teeth came to- gether."
 finished. Ven night comes der rest or dose 1eetle fires will take blace!'' Manley, emerging from under cover. saw that the old German had left the closet door a trifie open. So moving cautiously forward, he peered out into the room. Clustered about the table. bent close over the map, he could see Stein and Legar and two of his un- known accomplices. Manley advanced silently into the room, crouching low as he went. For on the table he had already caught sight of the blueprint of Stein's projector apparatus. So. holding his breath he crept closer and still closer. He had the blueprint in his hand, but before he could slip back from the table edge his pres- ence was detected and his retreat cut off.
 A minute later the conspirators were after him. But Manley, rolling through a clump of shrubbery and doubling rabbitlike on his pursuerS, lodged under cover. By the time he had recovered his breath and his wits he slipped unobserved from the grounds, rounded the block and climbed into his waiting taxicab.
 Police headquarters!" he told the driver.
 The attack on Legar's skyline quar- ters was a feverishly hurried and yet a surprisingly orderly one. Two po- lice motors. converging at the Central Tower Building, quietly discharged their two squads, and the lieutenant leading those men as quietly mar. ehaled them through the street en. trance of the skyscraper.
 It was not until they reached the top floor that the elevator came to a stop. At the same moment that they poured out into the narrow hallway a mechanician in his shirt sleeves opened the door leading from Legar's private workroom and started down the hall. Before he could retreat or slam shut that door the lieutenant's revolver was covering him. Reaching back to his hip. his hand was already on the butt of blue-metaled auto- matic. Before he could whip out that weapon, however, the lieutenant's quick eye comprehended the move- ment and his own f1rearm spoke first. The shirt-sleeved figure fell in a heap where he had stood in the open doorway.
 At the sound of that shot from within could be heard sudden calls and shouts and hurrying steps.
 It was Manley himself who caught up chair and brought 1t crashing down on a strangely complicated mechanism standing squarely in the light of the tower window.
 But Legar himself had not been idle. At the first wild charge into his tower room the master criminal had dropped crouching behind work table, darted across to his parcel chute and there touched a hidden spring. The next moment the chute stood open and Legar was descending like plummet to the floor below. But not before Manley had caught sight of his van- ishing head and started in pursuit.
 
 Legar. in his quarters beneath the Owls Nest, was in anything but an amiable mood. He stared about at his coterie of unsavory confederates- stared on them with open disgust on his face.
 ''Well. didn't I get this skirt back for yuh?" demanded the pseudo meter inspector, with movement of his hand toward a white-faced girl cow ering back in her chair close to the smoke-stained fireplace.
 A gleam of triumph showed in Legar's narrowing eyes as he stared down at the girl.
 Courage, little one, courage!" said a low, yet distinct, voice out of the silence.
 Legar, at the sound. wheeled sud- denly about.
 "Who taugh that d. bird to talk?" he demanded. There was a stir of uneasiness about the room.
 Why. cap, that parrot can't talk ? declared the tremulous coke-snuffer at the end of the table. Tt never could talk"
 "Then, who said 'Courage'?" called out the irate master criminal.
 T did," said the same distinct vel ghostly voice.
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