Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-09-22
!. S ilv e r
Sandals
A Detective Story of Mys-
terry, Love and Adventure.
By Clinton H. Stagg
By Clinton H. Stagg
Continued From Yesterday
Copyright. W. ]. Watt & Co..
International News Service.

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mast the stone gates of the big mouse
set far back in the trees.
"Colton is going to meet US on .ne
outskirts of Poughkeepsiel" shouteo
the district attorney over his snouioer'
On the car sped. Fast as IL went
svdnev.s mind was working faster.
rhoy ware speeding toward the end
of the strange case. But whae was
the end? What was awaiting them III
Poughkeepsie? ws anything awaitins
there7 He turned his head a bit so
that he could see the district attorney
:, the front seat. The oficiais s
shoulders were huncned, his nngers
were playing nervously on his knees
was Cotton waiting for some one VINO
was coming? Timcs before SyoheS
had known the blind man to arrange
the denouement of case at certain
scene that would bring the confession
necessary to convict the guilty. was
he doing the same heref He knew
that every bit of evidence polnteo
toward Silver Sandals, the glri, anu
the waiter who had oeen at the res,
taurant. Thames, from What nc ~
learned. was positive this was the
Rracl<en TO whom Cotton had referred.
Cotton evidently knew that they were
not guilty. but he realized tnat SONG
mart must be played that wouio con
vince others that they were innocent.
The problenist never finished q case
without proving 1t beforehand.
There they are! 1t was the ois-
trict attorney who discovered the big
black car with Michael at the wheel.
The automobile was drawn up at the
roadside. Behind 1t was runaoout
with q rumble seat in which Sydney
recognized one of Colton's pet enemies
Police Captain McMann.
sydney saw the blind man jump
from the car, turn to the captain
and speak. The policeman and the
man who was with him jumped from
the car. Thames was surprised that
the blind man and McMann seemed
on the best of terms. Before the big
car stopped Cotton was issuing orders
in the curt, sharp way that came
when every part of him was work
ing at high pressure.
Get out, Sydney: You and shrimp.
started a question The blind man
cut it sharply: "I've been issuing or
ders under your name and that OF
the police department. Your men
were ordered to leave Poughkeepsie.
The Poughkeepsie police were notified
that the murderer had been arrested
and was on his way to New York.
They had connected the old man who
lived in the house and the one who
was murdered in the Beaumonde. Nat
urally they'd see the connection.
There's no one at the house now but
two Egyptian servants. I tried to
talk to one, but I couldn't make her
understand. We're going in this car
that luckily was in the garage at
-Bracken's house. Give US ten minutes
and follow"
How about me?'. The district at
torney got his question in this time.
you stay here with McMann." !"
Cotton said sharply. Hes put the
case in my hands! Do what he says!
I've got to look over the ground first
alonei"
"I've got the feather" put in the
district attorney, who had been glanc-
ed to avoid his eyes. 1T was -"
Don't need it yeti" cut in Cotton.
Hold it! Hustle. Shrimp! Take the
rumble seat"
Sydney jumped from the car. In
the other car he saw the old woman
with the coal-black eyes. But the
terrible look that had been in them
was gone now. They seemed soft,
kindly. The whole wrinkled face
seemed to have mellowed. The thou
sand lines that crossed and criss-
crossed it had lost their harshness,
their coldness. Her eyes were on the
girl; in them was the look of hunger
Unsuitable. Beside her on the seat
was the man Sydney had last seen in
the restaurant; but now the black
was beginning to show in the hair
s-tr
bleach. His eyes, too, were all on the
girl. But there was no move. Every
one was completely under the domi-
nation of the blind man.
Hurry, Sydney" Cotton snapped
out the order with the impatience
that was part of him at times like
this.
asked the question surprisedly as
Thames took the other seat.
1T am. I've driven cars before!"
Cotton threw in the clutch, backed
the car to the road with never a
false swerve around the other car that
his ears had located unerringly when
1t stopped. Ten minutes" he shout
ed back at them, ana the dust cloud
his speed raised hid him from their
sight.
House with high wall. Egyptian
scarabed gate" jerked Cotton. use
your eyes. Describe every one you
see near it. Know the turns Bracken
made be see the road"
1t seemed but a minute to Sydney
that they took in reaching the gates.
Even before he spoke the blind man
had slowed down the machine.
Lotus" explained Cotton. "Brack-
en- said there was a lot of it. Gate
open?"
yes! No one around," Sydney,
too, had caught the contagion. He
also was talking in exclamations.
Expect some one," snapped Cotton
as he drove the car slowly through
the big gate. Watch hand of first
person you see. Any one! I want
W veined back. Nudge me If 1t
is"
Up the great, winding roadway
with its high-arched trees the car
crawled. Sydney could see the extern
sive grounds, well laid out with wind
ing pats, fringed with trees, some of
them curious-looking trees that had
no place in America. At the left of
the house was a miniature pyramid.
roughly hewn sphinx. Before them
stretched a large artificial patch of
yellow sand. Everywhere was the in
fluence of Egypt.
The house, closed, deserted looked
sinister in the dark shadows of the
overhanging pines. At the porch
steps two winged lions guarded the
silence and gloom. A fitting climax
or the case that had begun in the
brilliantly lighted Beaumonde, where