The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1916-09-02

you'll want someone to hold your
hand in the dark after this"
III there amt No spirits mixed up
In this deal. gov'nor, who tipped on
that bunch o. Grape to all this inside
gossip she handed Red?" solemnly
queried the wide-eyed thug.
Unless miss my guess there's q
dictaphone planted in this room and
Tn going to find 1t II It takes a week,
said Legar.
He lost no time In making good this
declaration, fishing under the fur
niture, along the holdings and in
the dark corners Of the room with
that prehensile iron hook which
seemed almost endowed with human
intelligence. Suddenly he gave q gut
tural bark of Jtriumph-under the
heavy iron safe backed against the
wall he found the object of his search
and few moments work sufflced to
trace the tell-tale thread of wire back
to the storeroom. where the up
ended packing case and unlocked sky
light told their own story.
THAT ought to answer your raw
ings," was Legar's quiet-toned com
ment to his bewildered lieutenant
and then he added maliciously
there will be some unlimited guests
at the next seance of your high
priestess friend, and somehow l have
a feeling that she and Red are going
to join those departed spirits inside
of the next twenty-four hours"
The unsuspecting object of Legar's
levity, with her features still heavily
shrouded as on the preceding night
stepped out of the sagging doorway OF
a weather-stained old barn which chung
dizzily to the brink Of a precipitous
and rock-toothed ravine. AS she ap
preached the formal Italian garden
centered about a unsteady cascading
fountain she perceived golden-haired
girl seated on one of the rustic
benches.
Presently an elderly, white-haired
man, whose deep-lined face and trou
bled eyes bore mute witness of past
mental strife. came slowly down the
graveled walk and stopped beside the
disconsolate figure on the rustic
bench.
You mustn't take this so to heart
Margery-if Davy could speak from
the grave he would tell you to be
brave for his sake-and as for the
Laughing Mask = that unmitigated
scoundrel and hypocrite isn't worth
one OF your tears"
The reply trembling on Margery's
lips remained unspoken, for at that
moment a young woman whose fea.
lures were hidden by heavy folds OF
black yelling stepped out from be-
hind a vine-covered trellis.
You are doing the Laughing Mask
grave injustice. Enoch Golden" she
cried in clear and ringing voice
land even now IL you and your daugh
ter will accompany me but short
distance ! will place in your hands
indisputable proof of what say"
A suddenly terminated Margery
sprang to her feet. She turned to the
unknown intruder and cried impetu
ously: Can you really show that
the Laughing Mask was innocent oil
all those terrible charges? If you
can. please, please take us quickly tc
where you have the proof"
wait, Margery," cautioned the ex
perience-saddened banker. First LEI
this yelled person tell us who she is
and where she wants to take US
This may be one of Legar's tricks. fol-
all we know"
II am a well-wisher of the Laugh
ing Mask. Beyond that I cannot dis
close my identity" came the guarded
reply. II am unarmed and ask you
to go only as far as the old barn on
your own estate"
Still questioning the outcome Of
this dubious venture, the stern-faced
millionaire finally yielded to Mar.
gery's earnest importuning, and, fol
lowing the blacksgarbed figure Of their
swiftly moving guide. they presently
stood before the dilapidated old build
ing tottering on the brink of the ra-
vine. At that moment a thick-set
flat-flooted individual shuffied into
view along the dusty road, the visor
of his cap pulled low over his malev'
olent blue-jowled face and his beefy
fists Jerking uneasily as he walked
The woman in black turned to her
companions. and, indicating this un.
calmly figure, spoke rapidly.
II have every reason to believe that
man has kept faith with me, and II
am right l shall be able in a few min
utes to place in your hands the proof
OF which I spoke. But IL there should
be treachery I wish to face Il alone
You will find that the harness room In
the loft of the barn has q strong door
with heavy bolts. Please wait for me
there, and at the first sound of trou-
BILE, barricade yourself until help
comes from the house."
"This sounds like a trap" returned
the millionaire, with emphatic disap
prevail. Come, Margery. come back
to the house at once"
But Margery Golden proved to have
a will OF her own as well as a surpris-
ing faith in that mysterious defender