The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1916-05-19

IcIOTI.
Isn't it beautiful?" she asked as she
swung the armor about. You see it
is quite open in the back. The count
says they were made that way because
they were worn only by heroes. And
hero must always be brave enough to
stand facing his enemies!"
We'll, swing it round then, for I'm
its enemy all right! hate the
thing"
Three hours later he was peremp-
torily summoned to the billiard room,
where he found Enoch Golden in slip
pers and dressing gown feverishly
pacing the floor. Manley stared in
terrogatively down at the paper which
the older man held in slightly tremu-
lous fingers.
Its another of Legar's Spotted
Warnings!" explained Golden, in a
voice heavy with apprehension.
did you speak to Da Espares about
this?" Manley asked.
mo. Da Espares went to bed an
hour ago."
Anu Margery!
"Margery is with her mother"
Are you sure?'
They were there thirty minutes
ago."
But are you Sure?"
Yes; / saw them"
Then the first thing to do is to
make sure that she is still SAFE"
Yet hurried as Manleys fight was
through that quiet house, he took time
to circle about to his own room and
there thrust an automatic pistol into
his pocket. Then he called Celestine,
who was promptly sent to investigate
Margerys boudoir. She returned with
the disquieting report that the girl
was not there.
Manley, with sinking of the heart,
continued his search through the low
er regions of the house. And he did
not breathe freely until, quietly open
ing the side door into the library. he
caught sight of Margery herself, in a
ACKNOWLEDGED Jacobean chair, bent
low over book which lay open on
her lap.
She sat clearly outlined in the
bright fulcrum falling over her care
lessly-posed body, leaving her in a
luminous shower from the single wall
light, which she had left turned on
Immediately above her. This silvery
shaft of light brought out the beauty
of her heavily-massed hair; it brought
out the tender lines of the white
throat and neck, the wistful girlish-
ness of the slender figure. Then Man.
ley for the first time noticed that she
was sitting directly in front of the
suit of Japanese armor. He could see
the polished metal of that armor flash
venomously in the strong sidelight.
AS he stood there, clinging to the
portiere and continuing to stare at
those two ACKNOWLEDGMENT figures,
he found something almost hypnotic
in the virulent brightness of the pol
ished metal. Then gasp of incred-
ulity burst from his lips. For as he
stared at the metaled hand holding
the long-bladed dagger, he saw, or
thought he saw, that hand slowly
raise, as though some miracle had en-
dowed it's insensate links and plates
and vambraces with life. Then the
very blood in his body seemed to cur
die with sudden horror, for now there
was no doubt about it. The mailed
hand holding the glimmering knife
blade above the softly-breathing girl
was slowly but surely being lifted,
higher and still higher. And L an
other moment, Manley felt, it would
surely strike.
Quick as a flash he caught the au-
tomato from his pocket, swung it up,
and trained the barrel on the glinting
high lights along the mailed fist. Then
he fired.
There was a muffled shout of pain,
a short scream of terror from the
startled girl, and answering calls from
above-stairs as the uproar echoed
through the midnight house. But to
all of these Manley paid scant atten-
ton. With ten steps he had crossed
the room. Then he flung himself on
the suit of mail, twisting it about and
sending it topping from it's stand.
But one glance showed it to be empty.
The framed canvas that stood behind
it he jerked from the wall. Then an
exclamation of wonder burst from his
lips. For, in the wainscoting at each
side of where the canvas had hung he
discovered two holes cut, not yard
apart, and sufficiently large to admit
of a mans arms being thrust through
them And as he saw them, and be-
gan to batter on the LAKEWOOD VAIN
scoting with his heavy pistol-butt, he
realized what had taken place.
Some enemy, secreted behind that
wainscoting, had thrust an arm into
the metal shell of an arm holding the
dagger, and had lifted it to strike
down the girl SO close beside it. And
that enemy, Manley resolved as he
battered down the panel and crowded
his way through into a narrow pas
sageway, he would discover and cap
ture or know the reason why.
Yet that passage, which led to the
abandoned conservatory and from
there back to long unused buffers
pantry, proved to be entirely empty.
All that rewarded Manley's frantic
search was a sleeve button and a
shred of cloth torn from service
coat, caught on nail where the pas
sage itself ended against the VAIN
scoting. And by the time he had
pushed his way back to the library
Golden and Da Espares and Wilson
were already there.
Where's Wrench, that new foot
MANI he demanded.
Il saw Wrench in the upper hail,
sir, two minutes ago." was Wilson S