The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-08-27
rCopyright. 1915, by Arthur stringer.l ] FIFTEENTH EPISODE.
 The Yelled Woman.
CTHE DOUBLE RESURRECTION.

The Yelled Woman. | CTHE DOUBLE RESURRECTION
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 67III s I4EGAR leaned back in the
 dim seclusion of his smooth WA ly running limousine he per
 mitted his scar-ravaged fea- lures the rare luxury of a twisted smile.
 { The limousine purred steadily southward through the deepening shadows of the almost deserted ave- nue. It turned into a mean side street and drew up beside the curb, we'll beyond the range of the sputter- ing arc light.
 Two skulking figures sidled out of 8 gloomy areaway and approached the limousine as Legar got out. These worthies, answering to the appella- tions of Red Eagan and One-Lamp Louie, were of that primordial type which recognizes only the law of brute force. So it was that Red Eagan, mistaking Legar's twisted smile for something approaching good humor, attempted an unusual de- gree of familiarity.
 Say, gov'nor, don't want t raise holler, but that swell buzz wagon must eat up a pile of Swag."
 Legar replied curtly, with darken- ing face.
 You'll get your share of the stuff, Eagan, no more and no less. But there are times when that kind of talk roiCht T,rOxyo v1,ha,l+Ix, o-J +1,o sooner the fact penetrates your thick skull the better.''
 The precious trio cautiously ap- roached a ruinous old Washington Square mansion, and slipping into this dubious rabbit warren, crossed the hall, dimly lit by one sickly gas jet. As they started up the complaining stairs, a slender, heavily yelled young woman came hastily out of one of the rooms on the top floor. She leaned for moment over the rickety balustrade, striving to pierce the half gloom en- shrouding the identity of the oncom- ing visitors. As the trio filed past the gas jet on the second floor, their sim ister faces were brought into sudden relief. Wheeling about the young woman darted swiftly through one of the half dozen doors off the hallway. Her refuge proved to be windowless walled room cluttered with dilapi- dated trunks and useless relics of by- gone lodgers.
 Aided by the struggling rays of the moon. which filtered through the din- gy skylight, she quickly picked her way to a battered three-legged cab- met leaning against the wall. Even as she pushed aside the curtain of faded green burlap she heard the shuff1e of feet come to a stop at one of the doors down the corridor. From the depths of that ancient cabinet. the yelled stranger drew forth a telephonic hel- met, from which trailed a slender thread of silk-insu1ated copper wire. As she quickly adjusted the micro phones over her ears, the sound of voices, thin but distinct, came over that flament of copper. The voices, restrained and low-toned at first, rap- idly became loud and quarrelsome.
 The angry tones were those of Jules Legar and the unregenerate Red Eagan. The storm of heated words
 
 standing in one corner of the room. Up to a comparatively short time sgo this safe had been the receptacle of certain valuables footed by Red Eagan and One-Lamp Louie, under Legar's directions, from a palatial up- per Fifth avenue residence. The safe door now stood yawningly opon-its contents scattered promiscuously about the floor, but of the Van Horn family plate there was no trace.
 "The guy what cracked this crib had the inside dope for sure," was Red Eagan's muttered comment.
 Are you trying to insinuate this Is plan to double-closs you and Louie?" queried Legar, a dangerous light creeping into his eyes.
 T ain't insinuatin' nothin',' was the others surly response, "but who else was hep to where the stuff was saired-who else knew the combin~. If the strong box?"
 The answer Red Eagan received to his querulous riddle was both prompt and effective. A heavy iron projectile whirred through the air with uner- ring accuracy and caught him neatly
 
 Imply to the floor, where he lay tor moment in dazed uncertainty. Then with vindictive oath he tugged loose his automatic and fired point-blank at the sardonic face bending over him. A purple mist clouded the gun- mans aim and the bullet spent itself with a soft plunk in the plastered ceiling. Before EaGan could fire a second time, that terrible iron pro- jectile attached to the stump of Le- gar's arm descended again with lightning speed and sent the revolver spinning to the other side of the room.
 At the staccato bark of the pistol the statuesque eavesdropper in the storeroom had stiffened with rigid ex- pectation, but when Legar's incisive tones again broke in on her ears she displayed sudden and startling ac- tivity. Throwing off her metallic headgear, she quickly upAended an oblong packing case and, balancing on this shaky pedestal. worked loose the rusty hasp securing the heavy