The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-08-20
IThe Maruelous Story, Hitherto Unpublished From Which the Pathe Photoplay of
 the Same Name Was Made)

Sllr Sn6 CTl6u out dS Sn6 caught SlSHL of the glint of a naked steel knife blade, long and slender, held in some inexplicable manner in the clutch of that circle of iron.
 Her warning was sufficient. Lightly the Laughing Mask leaped to one side At the same time the heavy lamp struck the upraised tentacle of wood and steel and dashed the knife to the floor. The man in the mask leaped to the center of the room, placing himself between the girl and the door, as though to shield her body with his own, for by this time Legar was in the room itself. And as he advanced he drew revolver from his pocket.
 But the man in the mask was moro agile than his enemy. He swung Mar gerry about in a twinkling and whisked her back to the vault, where with one tug of his free hand, he swung the vault door open. Legar fired but the bullet ricocheted harm lessly against the open safe-front of steel.
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  whispered Margory, as the man in the mask pushed her more deeply into the shadow of the protecting door.
 At the moment that the Laughing Mask swung about and tugged open the coin drawer, Wilson and round- eyed footman, having heard the sound of the shot and having previously failed to get any answer to the tele- phone, came running to the library door, But before they could open that door, Legar realizing that his time was short, had taken matters into his hands. Charging bodily against the still half-open vault door, he swung it shut upon the Laughing Mask and Margory before they had time to real ize his intent. Then Legar threw on the lock, spun the dial and wheeled around to cover the two white-faced and gaping-mouthed servants with his revolver.
 ''Stir one foot, either of you, and it'll be your last move on this earth!" he cried, as he edged guardedly to- ward the door, still covering them as he went.
 Legar saw the fruition of his hopes and of his many schemes almost be- fore his eyes. His escape was assured and Margory and the Laughing Mask were prisoners within the vault where they would meet the most horrible of all deaths-by slow suffocation. Le- gar's scared face became livid with triumph, his eyes shone in gleam of ultimate, complete vengeance. The two servants fell back before him in a terror that was now abject. With flourish of his revolver, he waved them to the door and would have reached it himself, had he not at that moment heard the entrance door of the Golden mansion flung open and the noise of many feet sounding on the stairs minute later.
 Slamming the room door shut upon Wilson and the footman, Legar, his look of triumph gone from his fea- lures, stared frantically around the room. He dashed to a Perugiau panel screen of ancient design, its panels fashioned in sixteenth century tapes try, and crouched behind it, his re- volver still in his hand.
 AS Legar found his precarious hid ing place the door of the room opened and Enoch Golden entered amid a chatter of hurrying feet and 8 babble of voices. Wilson for the third time tried to explain to his master what had happened. Almost inarticulate from excitement, he turned to MT. Golden and to the officials from the Central Office alternately.
 Wilson spluttered his explanations as best he could, but the more he was piled with questions the more ex- citedly confused he became. Finally he managed to make it clear, at least, that Margory was shut up in the vault.
 'Margory! My daughter shut up in a vault, you say, Wilson?" cried her father.
 "Yes, sir, shut up in there with the man in the yellow mask, the man as these officers, sir, have been looking fori"
 Golden strode over to the vault door. His face was pale and he breathed hard as he stopped over the lock dial. But his fingers were shak- ing so as he began to ferret out the combination that he bungled and was forced to turn the intricate 'mechan- ism back to it's beginning. Again he started it, now working feverishly.
 Within the vault Margory and the Laughing Mask were as if in d tomb. The girl. feailess-souled though she was and inured to peril since the Iron Claw had first fastened his clutch upon her destinies, neverthe- less had always before been able to see and to face the danger that may have threatened.
 Now the impenetrable gloom of the vault that enclosed her made her fearsome There was no knowing with what she and her companion might come face to face when that vault door was finally opened-if. in deed, it were to be opened. She clung to the man in the yellow mask and murmured her fears. For neither could yet hear the almost soundless click of the lock dial as Margory's