Bisbee daily review., 1916-09-24
FIFTH EPISODE
THE INTERVENTION OF TITO

David Manley was not altogether proud of his days work. As he sat tied and bound on the rough brick floor beneath the Owls Nest that once flippant-minded young man even ac- knowledged that things looked rather bad for him. He had been made a prisoner The iron claw of Legar had reached suddenly out and closed about him.
 But David Manley did not altogether give up. As he lay there, sore in body, but even more battered in mind, he still spasmodically struggled with the cords that held him hand and foot.
 The solitude of that unsavory den did not add to his comfort. The mere fact that Legar could see fit to leave a prisoner thus. unguarded impressed the prisoner with the fact that his one armed enemy was only too well as- sured of his power. And the more Manley thought of Legar and his meth ods the more that sinister figure seems to bewilder him. He knew that Legar was the unrelenting and eternal enemy of Enoch Golden, just as he had been the enemy of Golden's daughter Mar gory.
 The thought of Margory directed Manley's mind back to the earlier events of that strange day. He recalled his long talk with that quiet-eyed girl in the quiet-toned shadows of the Golden library. It had been the first talk between them into which the per sonal note had entered. He had en- ioyed that talk, for he had felt, as it progressed, that the girl had begun to realize he was her friend, that he want ed to be her friend.
 But the quietness of the Golden home had proved to be nothing more than a Hull which precedes the sud den storm For, five minutes after he had left the smiling girl, the Golden butler, with terror in his eyes, had come running to him saying there was a stranger in the house, stranger who had been seen lurking about the halls and had promptly disappeared at the sight of one of the servants. So Manley, forgetting everything else, had promptly joined in the search for that mysterious intruder. And his first thought, after doing so, had been for Margory Golden.
 Hurrying to the library to make sure of her safety, he had found her seated at her fathers desk, quietly talking over the telephone. And there had been little in that scene not suggestive of tranquility. For blinking placidly down from its perch beside her had stood Tito, Margory Golden's newly acquired parrot, for which Manley him self had small love. This feeling was based, not so much on the malevolent air of wisdom surrounding that green bodied filcher of human phrases, as on the somewhat disturbing trick, taught it by some earlier master, of seeking out gas jets and turning them on the moment it was freed from its chain.
 Yet as it had stood close beside the girl so busily talking over the tele- phone it had seemed as companionably innocent as a canary. And 1t had turned to blink sagely at Manley as the girl, apparently unconscious of his presence, had crossed to the mahogany faced vault set in the library wall and proceeded to open its ponderous door. This had startled Manley not little, for the combination of that vault was a secret jealously guarded by Golden a secret unknown to Manley himself. 1t was not until she stood with the massive door swung open that Manley had confronted her But she showed no embarrassment at his sudden inter- ruption.
 My father has just phoned from Philadelphia" she explained. There are certain papers he must have for his conference with the Regent Trust company tomorrow"
 But when did you find out how to open that door?" had been Manley's inquiry.
 Two minutes ago, over the tele- phone" had been the girls reply.
 Then the sooner that door is shut and locked again the better, he had warned her.
 Why" she had asked, for the first .ine conscious of his excitement
 Because there's an unknown r1an hiding somewhere in this house, and .lcaven only knows what he's after, in times like these.' F..
 Even as he had spoken Manley had oe,ected an unnatural fullness about the .;or.;o-e drsDing tho side door Co