Bisbee daily review., 1916-12-03
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 along with us.' Golden replied, and ss he caught sight of the stalwart figure of one of the undergardeners amid the shrubbery be added, reAec- lively, and bring Peter with you. Fishing in the depths of a mo.dy bin. rsvy drew out heavily weighted gunny sack. which clanked musically to the ears of the setfaced police captain.
 This is goin' to make some stir at headquarters" he gloated. teuderly re- placing the yellow metalled dinner set. "an' I've got Q hunch that one-afmed crook ain't so far of Wen send the swag up to the house an then beat every inch of the gully for this bunch of rattlesnakes."
 This plan met with Golden's approv- al. and he turned to the old gardener who was standing with mouth agape.
 Here. Tim" he ordered. take Peter and Negus and get this bag up to the house. Tell Miss Margery want it locked in the gunroOm safe, and keep that safe guarded carefully until we get back"
 It was with much dubious head shaking that old Tim accepted this apparently unwelcome trust. and hob bled off in company with Peter. whc bore the treasure sack on his shoulder. while the perturbed Negus trailed close behind with his rifle. As they reached the graveled driveway swing ing in a graceful half circle under the columned porte-cochere the head gar dener stopped as though struck by a sudden thought.
 Be gorry." he calculated. 'th' mas ther clane forgot he kapes that safe locked up entoirely. nary a soul but himself knowin' tn combination-Na- gus. be a good lad and run back an ask him what1l we be doin' with tn sack"
 Tim and his companion entered the house and made their way along high ly polished floors to the gunroOm at the further end of the imposing hall. Here they found Margery Golden. who listened with amused interest to the old Irishmans voluble description of the treasure.
 There was no necessity for sending Negus back she exclaimed. T know the combination of the safe quite as well as father
 A startling transformation sudden ly took place in the person of old Tim The stoop vanished from his back, and with a quick movement he freed his left arm, carried in a sling by his side The next moment that left arm. bearing a heavy hook of wrought iron. crashed down upon the skull Of the unsuspecting Peter.
 With a pantherlike spring the meta morphosed gardener was upon the be- wildered girl bending over the safe, and again that cruel iron claw shot out, clutching her arm as in a wise. With a derisive laugh of triumph Le- gar tore off his false trappings. his thin lips gave a shrill. penetrating whistle. In response to this signal q faint shufiing noise came from the direction of the fireplace. and two Of Legar's followers. with faces black ened like imps of darkness. sprawled out. At a curt command from their grim-faced leader they quickly bound the shrinking girl, and. tying a hand kerchiet over her mouth, dragged her across the floor into the fireplace. Le gar caught up the sack of disputed plunder. and. clawing his way up the ragged lining Of the murky chimney fue. vanished.
 Even as the quaint personality of old Tim merged into that viciOusly depraved character. Jules Legar. the baffled group of searchers returning to the old barn saw approaching them the rheumatic stopped figure of the old gardener who carried his left hand in a red bandanna sling.
 What does this mean. Tim?" Enoch Golden interrogated sternly. Il thought told you to guard the safe until we returned"
 Faith an l don know phwat ye noight be talkin' about. Misther Col den." rejoined the old man querulous- ly. ''th' new docthure yer was afther sendin' to look at me hand gave me a shlapin' powdher to relave tn pain an said twas ye'er ordhers to stay in me bed tn whofie"
 Into the faces of his startled listen CTS flashed bewildered amazement. then they rushed with one accord toward the distant manor house. Davy was already throwing his slender weight against the bolted door of the gunroom and calling out words of encouragement to the gentle girl he believed was in that room. The strong-armed police captain. seizing a medieval battle ax which ornament ed the wall. smashed in the locked door with a couple of well-directed blows. The men stormed across the threshold of the gunroOm. then stopped short Tn plank surprise. The windows were shut and fastened from ale inside. the limp and sprawling Pc ter lay where he had been dropped in his tracks. but of Margery Golden and the burlap sack there was no trace.
 It was Davy who. eagerly circling the room. picked up by the fireplace