Bisbee daily review., 1916-09-24

gering into the maw of the open vault. and with a throaty and beastlfke cryI of triumph swung the great steel doorI shut, even as the partly-dressed Will son ran gaping in through the libraryl door. Yet Legar took time to throw, back the tumbler lever and spin theI | dial before turning to confront thatj wide-eyed servant. Then, hearing] other approaching steps, he dovel through the second door. scurried like, a po'ted hound through shadowyl rooms. slipped eel-like through al quickly opened window and escaped to the street. There he ran for a dark-bodied carl standing in the deep tree shadows, and with a gasp of relief flung himself up into the cushioned seat
 As he did so a masked figure sitting crouched close back in the hooded gloom of that seat suddenly threw out a hand and garroted the startled Le-1 gar against the leather upholstery. on which he began to writhe like a cater pillar on cabinet pin. But with an equally deft second movement the man in the yellow mask snatched the oblong manilla paper from his oppo-I nent's hand.
 This" blandly announced the man; of mystery as his garroting fingers re- faxed and he stepped down to the run ming board, 'is one of the rare mol ments when I have the pleasure oil trumping your ace,"
 And the all but apoplectic Legar lay X back gasping for breath as that stran- | ger dropped lightly from the speeding a and vanished shadowlike into the night.
 At the home of Enoch Golden, in thel meantime, the terrified Wilson had rel gained both his feet. his presence of! mind and presentable portion of his dignity. His frantic shouts for helps had brought the rest of the servants tiocking to the library. and his equally frantic efforts to describe what had taken place did not add to the peace of that litle group from below stairs.
 T tell you, Tibbins, Miss Margory'sj locked in that vault, and there's ncs one in the 'ouse as knows 'ow to openi it!"
 Cries of horror burst from that suo- denly arrested circle.
 Someone telephone for the poIice!"i cried the second man. as Wilson, shouldered out through the grouri swarming and gesticulating about thss vault door. Yes, the police"
 He had the instrument in his snax-i ing hand when the door opened and David Manley stepped quickly in. witni Tito, the green-bodied parrot. on his arm.
 Whats wrong here?" was the new-i ccmer's sharp demand
 It's Miss Margory. sir" began the! quavering-voiced butler I
 Well. what about Miss Margory7"}
 She's locked in that vault. sir, ands no one in the 'ouse knows the combi- nation,"
 Good God!" cried Manley. sudden ly transfixed. Then he ran to thet vault door. fiinging the others aside.
 Ringing of his coat, he bent overi the dial. The silent group circledf about him. And still he worked worked with every nerve on edge.l every sense alert, for time, he knew; was precious.
 q said silence there," he calleds out sharply. for his whole mind wass directed to the faint click of metali against metal in front of him. But} louder than before the green-bodieds bird on it's broken perch repeated itsI cry.
 'Twenty-one - thirty-forty-two-I sixtyi" was the shrill and monotonous3 cry of the parrot. with one eye cockedI ceilingward
 Manley suddenly wheeled about.
 What in Gods name does that par-l rot mean? Waiti It is it must be"-But instead of finishings that declaration he repeated thei birds cry. 'Twenty-one. thirty. forty-J two. sixty"
 In the next breath he was facing thei vault door. with his trembling fingerss turning and spinning the glimmeringi dial.
 Then. without breathing. and withs face. his hand grasped the tumbler lever. And not one of thatI group moved as he put on that leveri the pressure that would tell the tale.5
 It was Celestine the parlor maidf who indorsed her Latin temperamentl oy falling back in dead faint as thei metal door swung open, But, no one. T that moment, was thinking of ceies- fine.
 It's all right" Manley called frOms he darkness of the inner vault ''she's} 'livc-she1l be around in minI tel ;uiy somebody get some wase.-.'
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