Bisbee daily review., 1916-10-08

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 Yetehurried as Manley's flight was through that quiet house, he took time to circle about to his own room anc there thrust an automatic pistol tAtc his pocket. Then he called Celest.ne. who was promptly sent to investigate Margery's beudoir She returned with the disquieting report that the tirl
 vas not there.
 | Manley. with Q sinking of the heart. continued his search through the low CT regions Of the house. And he did not breathe freely until, quietly open irg the side door into the library. he caught sight of Margery herself; in a narrow-backed Jacobean. chair, bent low over book which lay open on her lap.
 She sat clearly outlined in the bright fuicrum falling over her care lessly-posed body, leaving her in 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 strongly-divergent figures, he found something almost hypnotic in the virulent brightness of the pol | ished metal. Then a gasp of incred- ulity burst from his lips. For as he stared at the metaled hand holding ihe 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 de with sudden horror, for now there was no doubt about it. Tiie mailed hand holding, the siimnering, knife blade above the softIy-breath:ng girl was slowly but surely being lifted, higher ard sti,i higher. And in an other moment. Manley felt, it would surely strike.
 Quick as a flash he caught the au- tomatic 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' tion. With ten steps he had crossed the room. Then he flung himself on the suit of mail, twisting it about and sending it toppling from it's stand. But one glance showed it to be empty. The framed canvas that stood behind it he jerked from the wall Ther ar 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 2 yard apart. and sufficiently large to admit of mans arms being thrust through them. And as he saw them. and be. gan to batter on the dark-wood vain scoting with his heavy pistol-butt, he realized what had taken place.
 Some enemy, seereted behind that wainscoting. had thrust an arm into ihe 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 a 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 a service | coat, caught on a 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 man?' he demanded.
 T saw Wrench in the upper hall. sir, two minutes ago." was Wilson's prompt reply.
 But monsieur, what has happen to my beautiful armor?" demanded the softlyspeaking Da Espares.
 I'll tell you that when we find Wrench" was Manley's curt reply Wilson. you guard the front door. and you, sir" added Manley. turning to Golden. I'd advise to watch the win. dows there"
 And I. monsieur. what may do tL be of assistance?" inquired the imper- turbable Da Espares.
 You go up those front stairs and stop anybody who attempts to come down. And mind you stop them! I'm going up by the servants stairs And somebody watch the elevstor''
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