The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-06-18
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 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, as she completed her search for the necessary papers.
 "Then the sooner that door is shut and locked again the better" he had warned her.
 'Why?" she had asked, for the first time conscious of his excitement.
 Because there's an unknown man hiding somewhere in this house, and heaven only knows what he's after, in times like these!''
 Even as he had spoken Manley had detected an unnatural fullness about the portiere drapsng the side door to the library. And on the polished par quet flooring at the bottom of that portiere the toe of mans shoe had been plainly visible. Yet Golden's secretary had waited until the girl had closed and locked the vault door. Then he had leaped for the figure be- hind the drapery.
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 But that intruder behind the dra- pery had apparently not been alto gether unconscious of the dangers confronting him. He had at the same moment side-stepped nimbly through the quickly opened door, throwing an approaching and suddenly hysterical fhousemaid aside as he had swept past her. The redoubtable Wilson, who had also attempted to block his exit, had even more promptly gone down, knocked flat by one fierce blow. It had been then, and then only, that Manley discovered the identity of the intruder. He had caught sight of the scared face, which even an ample beard failed to screen. He had seen the right arm of wood which ended in Its sinister iron hook, and all doubt as to his enemy had vanished.
 But this discovery had in no way interfered with Manley's pursuit of that audacious intruder. It had mere ly steeled him in his determination to close with that enemy to the house of Golden. And together they had come, in that stately hallway of the millionaire's stately home, like two cave men battling at cavern mouth
 It had not been a pretty fight, that hand to hand contest between the slim bodied youth and the scar-faced exploiter of evil, but 1t had been a desperate one. Manley had long since learned to respect that one-armed opponent of his, for the loss of an inc of kas Legar, was something in the nature of weapon. That iron-shod shank of wood, indeed, had at one quick blow put the sturdy Wilson hors de combat. And in warding off Manley's determined assault it had swung through the air like Sioux pogamog- gan. It's iron hook had torn like a claw at his clothing. It's metal shod weight had fallen about his shoulders like leaded black jack in a gang fight. It had battered down the heavy electroliers ornamenting Enoch Col den's Florentine newel posts. It had failed and crashed through bric-a- brac garnered from the museums of Europe. And as Manley, pressing stubbornly on, had struggled to close in on his opponent and dodge w1tnin the orbit of that hooked-arm'S actiVi- ties, Legar had discreetly and nimpiy backed away until he found the double house door itself barring his farther retreat. Thereupon he had promptly shattered the plate-glass backing the iron grill work on hinges, and had actually swung one of these doors open before Manley could gather himself together and spring bodily on his escaping enemy.
 Before Manleys senses had come back to him he and the green-feath- cred parrot still clawing at his clothing had been tossed bodily into the closed car. and, three minutes be- fore the arrival of the police for whom the white-faced girl in the library had so frantically tclepaoned. that mysterious limousine had speeded off into the night, carrying not only Legar but the youth who had been so presumptuous as to at- tempt to interfere with Legar's ex- ploits.
 But Manley did not altogether give