The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1916-10-07

Then l seen his hair was all streaked
with gray. When he spoke to me he
was healthy young Teller, but when
found him he was like some old man
about 70. what had died of some awful
disease. That's about all an 1 don't
see how"
But Margery did not walt to hear
the concluding remarks Of the detecr
tive, for at this point she abruptly
hung up the receiver. Here was news
OF startling character which must
be Impaired to the masked guardian
of her safety without loss of time.
Without stopping to even catch up
hat, she slipped out Of her room and
down the stairway. AS she tiptoed
softly past the living-room, the door
suddenly opened and Captain Brack-
EFT and Walters stood on the thresh-
old. The stern-faced officer watched
the slender girl as she went out Of the
| front door and closed 1t behind her.
Then he turned to his crestfallen sub
ordinate.
"Never mind dom what was tell
in you, Walters" he tersely command
ed. II want you to shadow that young
woman. Don't lose sight of her for
| a minute"
| So ii happened that when Margery
Golden paused by the mysterious lone
| bowlder on Seven Oaks Hill hawk
faced detective was hidden not ten
PAGES distant behind one of the great
trees from which the ridge took It's
name. He saw the girl glance fur
lively about her. and then from her
pursed lips came low, thrilling call
like that of a bird. After brief in
terval she repeated this signal, and
presently yellow-masked man came
stealthily around the side Of the
| great bowlder. The hidden listener
caught enough of what Margery Col
den was saying to become aware that
she was recounting, almost word for
word, his own story of the escape of
jules Legar.
81 have theory Of my own as to
what was used to kill Jenkins in
that fearful manner" the Laughing
| Mask was saying. land l am going
to find out tonight whether I am right
or wrong. Legar's followers have all
been wiped out with the exception of
man calling himself Skidmon. He
was known as brilliant scientist I'M
til he contracted the drug habit, and
then, when he was down and out, he
| fell In with Legar. He lives in Il
| tumhle-down old house ut the foot of
the blind alley south of Washington
square.
At that moment the detective
burning with zeal to make up for the
escape of Jules Legar by the sudden
capture of the Laughing Mask, sud-
denly emerged from behind the oak
tree and rapidly advanced upon the
startled pair. As the Laughing Mask
darted around the bowlder toward the
secret door leading into the subterra-
mean retreat, Margery planted herself
directly In the path of the oncoming
Walters.
you've about gone the limit this
time, young woman" he snarled as
he seized her slender wrist in his
powerful grasp, IAN Wen see what
the cl.ief thinks of your helpin' that
criminal make a getaway"
A little later the burly Walters
hailed his frail prisoner into the living.
room, where her father and the de.
tectives were still gathered. Captain
Bracket, Tuning with anger, tried
his utmost to wiring from her the
secret of the bowlder, but his rapidly
volleyed questions failed to break her
sphinxlike silence. Finally her loving
but sorely tried father locked her In
her bedroom to prevent her further
interference. Hastily going to her i'm.
promptu dictaphone, Margery heard
the voice Of Walters repeating what
the Laughing Mask had said about
Skidmon, the last of Legar's bench
men. When he had finished. the blat'
ant tones Of Captain Bracket came
over the thread of copper.
"Our best move will be to watch
the house of this Skidmon," he an
nounced decisively, "an' when our man
comes along Wen nab him. II we're
playin' in luck we might get Legar In
the same dragnet."
| AS Margery replaced the receiver
she realized the Laughing Mask was
threatened with grave danger. 1r
some way she must warn him. But
there seemed no possibility Of escap
ing from the bedroom. Then a sudden
scheme flashed into her mind. which
she fastened to put into execution
To mislead her father she tied thu
bed sheet to the window sill, and wher
that gentleman discovered the sup
posed escape, he ran to the shrubber!
beneath the window. Then Marger!
stole out of the closet and silentl.
went her way In her car.
As Mnrgery paused In front OF
dismal old rookery she suddenly per
ceived In the moonlight n shadowy
form mounting steadily upward OF
the narrow fire-escape ladder. Wher
that stealthy prowler stepped ontt
the iron platform just outside tn
lighted window she saw II was thu
daring masker and realized she wa'
too Int to warn him. Before sh'