The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-08-27

Enoch Golden interrogated sternly. q thought I told you to guard the safe until we returned"
 Faith an I don know phwat ye moight be talkin' about, Misther Golden" rejoined the old man queru- lously, "th' new docthure we're 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 whoile."
 Into the faces of his startled Iisten- CTS flashed bewildered amazement, then came a babble of incoherent questioning, then, as the full signifi- canoe of this astounding chicanery beat in upon their senses, they rushed with one accord toward the distant manor house. As Davy raced up the steps and into the hall he encoun- tered Mrs. Golden coming out of the library door.
 Where is Margory?" he gasped. "We haven't a second to lose. She may be in terrible danger"
 "She went to the gunroom about an hour ago and I haven't seen her since. What is it? What has happened?' came the startled response.
 
 ready throwing his slender weight against the bolted door of the gun room and calling out words of en- couragement to the gentle girl he believed was in that room. But his frenzied efforts to force that heavy barrier proved impotently futile, and the others now came crowding about him, panting like tired hounds. The strong armed police captain, skilled in the raiding of fortified poolrooms, proved himself man of action. Quickly seizing a medieval battle-ax which ornamented the wall, he smashed in the locked door with couple of well directed blows. The men stormed across the threshold of the gunroom, then stopped short in blank surprise. The windows were shut and fastened from the inside, the limp and sprawling Peter lay where he had been dropped in his tracks, but of Margory Golden and the burlap sack there was no trace.
 Cautiously peering about for some sign of his unseen foe, Davy caught a brief glance of swaying, shadowy figure perched high above him. Then with muffled oath, that tottering figure came avalanching down the chimney, and landing on the narrow ledge, gripped at Davy as a drowning man clutches a floating bit of wreckage.
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 Vainly the young secretary strove to free himself from that deadly em- brace, but the added weight gradu- ally loosened his own uncertain hold Lurching out into space, the inter- locked antagonists hurtled headlons down that dim shaft into the fireplace of the gunroom. To the mortified group which heard the impact of those falling bodies against the solid foundation of brick and mortar it seemed hopeless that either Manley or his murderouS opponent could es- cape death. It was due to the fact that Legar's picked assassin had landed underneath, and broken the force of Davy's fall, that the badly shaken secretary owed his life As sisted by Golden and Captain Brack- cit, he struggled unsteadily to his feet, his face grotesquely smeared and his hands torn and bleeding.
 They have gone down the chimney in the north wing" he cried out; ''it runs to the ground on the outside of the house. By knocking out the bricks at the base they can make their es- cape and take Margory with them"
 He had hardly finished his words when there was a wild stampede out of the room-a stampede led by the battered Davy himself At that in- etc of ct +. those of gattling gun going into action, sInote the ears of the baffled purSuerS.
 They've stolen the Mercury, cried the frantic millionaire, ''and if they've stopped to put the Arrow out of com mission they can show clean pair of heels to anything on the lake,
 To Enoch Golden's intense relief,