Evening capital and Maryland gazette. (Annapolis, Md.) 1910-1922, 1916-06-07
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declared one of the older men, chal-
longing the half-smiling girl with an
indignant forefinger. Where is he?"
How should l known" asked the
calm-eyed young woman.
We'll. he's here, and we1l get him."
declared the man who seemed to be
the leader of the others. Then Margery
Golden's heart suddenly came up into
her mouth, for she could see that he
was hurrying across the room in the
direction of the clock. She could see
his right hand go into his pocket and
whip out a revolver as his left hand
threw open the little black-walnut
door along the face of the clock. Then
she breathed again, for the clock was
empty
But the man with the revolver had
dropped TO his knees and was patting
interrogatively about the clock base.
Il thought sol" he suddenly called
out. There's a spring trap here that
opens through the floor. Quick, some
of you men, get down to the base
ment,"
Margery Golden was even able to
smile again.
Wilson" she said, BE so good as
to show these gentlemen the way to
the basement And then be so good
as to have Miss Betsy LeMarsh come
here"
But Miss Betsy LeMarsh had COM
mandeered a hat and coat belonging
to her mistress, possessed herself OF
jeweled ring or two and a small moroc-
co case, which she discreetly slowed
away as she stole quietly down the
servants stairs, and slipped out
through the shrubbery.
So preoccupied was she, however, in
putting distance between her and the
house which she had just left thar she
failed to observe a figure simultane-
ously and quite as eagerly emerging
from a basement window. Yet as she
hurTiedly rounded the block. in eager
quest of Il taxicab. this figure showed
an unmistakable interest in her move
ments. And when she had finally
hailed a taXicab and climbed into it,
the stranger in a yellow mask so eau
tiously sbadowing her made a signal
to the driver of a mysterious limou-
sine, which seemed to be casually en-
gagged in following his own move
ments.
Follow that taxicab," he com.
manded his driver as he leaped into
the still-moving car.
The man In the limousine sat tense
and silent, watching the flight for
mile after mile. Then, realizing that
1t was taking them beyond the bounds
OF the city itself, he drew shut the
side-blinds of his car, reached under
the seat and took from its hiding
place japanned tin box, remarkably
similar to an actors makeup box.
Balancing this on his knees, he first
removed his mask of yellow cloth.
adjusted a small folding mirror to
the box lid, and busted himself with
the assortment of pigments and cosmet-
les of the makeup putty therein con-
tanned. The clear-lined face which
first gazed into the folding mirror
slowly but Enthusiastically became con-
verted into something repellant to the
eye.
The next moment the limousine
came to stop at the roadside.
THAT taxicab has Just turned in at
the Bellaire inn," the well-trained driv-
er called back to his master.
so l notice. And that's the place,
I'll wager, where Legar himself is
trying to keep under cover"
There's the woman herself, run
ming up the steps," announced the
driver
so l also observe. And under the
circumstances, think it would be
best for you to slip after her, as quiet
ly and quickly as you can"
Yes, sir!"
Then come back to the car and re-
port to me the number of the room
she asks for. Find out the number,
whatever happens. For in that room,
l imagine. we're going to encounter
our old friend of the Iron Claw"