The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1916-05-07

from many different points In the
darkness as rescuing hands set to
work on the ruins.
And out Of those ruins, while this
work was going on, emerged two
bruised and tattered figures strangely
divergent in Appearances. The first
figure. worming It's way out through
the interstices Of crumbled rock and
cement, as cautiously and as silently
as a wounded blacksnake might crawl
from a cave, bore an iron claw at the
end of It's right arm and betrayed an
unmistakable desire 10 creep away
into the darkness before being OBJ
served.
The second man, who, on recover
ing consciousness, found himself en-
Gagged between two fallen pillars of
marble topped by one of the roof slabs,
experienced no little difficulty in
emerging to the open, so closely were
these protecting pillars wedged about
him.
But as he worked his bruised body
through that Giants Causeway of
broken rock he felt grateful enough.
remembering what had happened, to
be still alive. And sore as he was in
the body, he was even more bruised
In spirit at the memory of this fact
that his enemy. Jules Legar, had at
the last moment escaped from his
clutch.
The Lake of Fire.
Legar. lucky as his escape had been,
know that his margin Of safety was
still too narrow for much immediate
comfort of either mind or body. So
he crawled away as best he could.
nursing his strength when he came to
cover and going up again when some
passing light showed that cover to
be none too dense. But he did not
give up until he had reached higher
ground. There he was able to hide
himself In thieket and rest for an
hour or two.
But to remain In that neighborhood
until morning he knew would be out
OF the question. About that whole
suspected area, he felt, the police
would surely throw a Gordon, and
the resource Of disguise was no longer
at his disposal. Already from where
he lay he could see dozens Of moving
lamps Of workers about the mauso-
leum ruins. He could also see the
glow Of a powerful pair of head
lights. apparently Of a motor car
threading its way to the scene of
the explosion. And to the north he
could even more distinctly SEQ the
fiery tongues of the chimney flares
above the Westingham foundry.
where hundreds OF toilers, turning
night into day. worked about the
great blast furnaces and caldrons of
molten metal.
He was once more himself, by this
time. walking with a limp that was
scarcely discernible. But as he stole
down from the higher ground and
made his way back toward the West
ingham chimney flares he became
once more conscious of the whittier
glare along the roadside he was SO
cautiously skirting. This, he remem-
bercd. as he stole nearer, came from
the headlights Of a stalled limousine.
Then he made a second and a more
startling discovery. He knew, even
before he caught sight of Train work.
ing over his helpless car, that 1t be-
longed to Enoch Golden. But what
actually drew him closer to the spot
was glimpse OF Margory Golden her
self. in q gray fur motor coat, as she
stepped from the body Of the car and
came full into the glare OF the head
lights, closer beside her STOPPING
chauffeur.
Yet 1t was not until the girl had
passed well out Of Mailing distance
OF the headlighted car that Legar
circled even more hurriedly forward
and swung In again to intercept her.
She was trudging, q little breath
lessly. up 4 sandy slope. with her
straining eyes still fixed on the NOV
ing lanterns about the ruined mauso-
leum.
Then. swinging apparently out OF
the empty air about her, a circle of
steel. suddenly encompassing her
arm. brought her to an abrupt stop.
With ono quick movement Legar
tore the motor veil from her head,
twisted 1t into coil. and flung It
about her neck. And all the while
the Iron Claw, graphing at her arm.
held her as a steel trap might.
She was already dizzy with pain
when she heard the sharp crack of q
revolver shot close over her shoulder.
This was followed by q quick shout
and = muttered oath. She felt herself
forcibly flung from Legar's arms into
the arms Of another man painting
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