Bisbee daily review., 1916-10-29


 culty, had not a trace of his older ob- session of hate impinged on his clear ly outlined course of action.
 He was once more himself, by this time. walking with a limp that was scarcely discernible. But as he stole down from the higher ground and made his way back towards the West ingham chimney flares he became once more conscious of the winter glare along the roadside he was so cautiously skirting. This, he remem- bered, as he stole nearer, came from the headlights of a stalled limousine Then he made a second and a more startling discovery. He knew, even before he caught sight of Train work ing over his helpless car, that it be longed to Enoch Golden. But what actually drew him closer to the spot was a glimpse of Margery Golden her self. in a gray fur motor coat, as she stepped from the body of the car and came full into the glare of the head lights, closer beside her stopping chauffeur.
 Are we stalled?" he could hear the girl ask.
 "We1l be of again in a minute or two. Miss Margery," was Trains pre- occupied reply.
 But 1 cant stand here helpless" protested the girl. 'I can't wait. l must know what has happened to Da vid Manley"
 Whatever it was, it's over and done by this time"
 "But he may be dead He may be lying crushed under those fallen pill lars. I must go on. Tell father l couldn't wait, that I've gone ahead on foot,"
 Legar. crouching back in the shaw ows, heard these hurried words and as hurriedly acted on them. Sinking back through the bushes. he swung about and followed the girl through the darkness.
 Yet it was not until the girl had passed well out of hailing distance of the headlighted car that Legar circled even more hurriedly forward and swung in again to intercept her.
 She was trudging, little breath lessly, up a sandy slope, with her straining eyes still fixed on the nov ing lanterns about the ruined mauso- leum.
 Then. swinging apparently out of the empty air about her. a circle of steel, suddenly encompassing her arm, brought her to an abrupt stop. .
 With one quick movement Legar tore the motor veil from her head, twisted it into a coil. and flung it about her neck And all the while the Iron Claw. graphing at her arm, held her as a steel trap might
 She was already dizzy with pain when she heard the sharp crack of a revolver shot close over her shoulder. This was followed py quick shout and Q muttered oath. She felt herself forcibly flung from Legar's arms into the arms of another man panting breathlessly up the sandy slope. She could see this man. even as he held her from falling. stop to level his gun at the fleeing figure of Legar. She could see him shoot again, and still again. at the same moment that Train and the plunging automobile came th-obbing and panting up to the scene. the electric lamps throwing out their wavering, long columns of white light as they came. Then the stranger, ar rested by certain gasping and gur- gling sounds from the throat of the half-garroted girl in his arms. stopped down and tore the constructing veil away from the slender. white column of her neck. And Margery. opening her eyes, saw that it was the Laugh ing Mask bending above her.
 Tt was Legar," she gasped as Train. followed by her father, came painting up to where they stood.
 And there he goes nowi" cried the Laughing Mask. pointing down the long lane of light columning out from the cars lamps. Across that narrow river of light they could catch glimpse of a tall figure skulking off into the darkness.
 Follow that man with your car, the Laughing Mask suddenly cried out to the chauffeur. No car could travel through coun- try like that!" protested Train.
 Then keep your lights on the main road to the west here, so as to pick him up if he tried to break through on that side. I'll swing around by the foundry yards and head him off in the east"
 And the next moment the man in the yellow mask had disappeared in the darkness. Golden and his daugh- ter stood staring after him. Two minutes later the blackness that had swallowed him up was stabbed by a series of flame flashes. followed by the repeated bark of a revolver From the gloom still nearer the shadowy piles of the Westingham foundry came an answering series of shots. That means he's making for the | foundry. sir" cried the excited Train l as he swung his car about. "Then. for Gods sake, get us there, as quick as you can" commanded |