The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1916-05-05

AS he did SO masked figure sitting
crouched close back in the hooded
| gloom of that seat suddenly threw out
hand and garroted the startled Le-
gar against the leather upholstery, on
which he began to writhe like cater.
pillar on cabinet pin. But with an
equally deft second movement the
man in the yellow mask snatched the
oblong MANILA paper from his oppo-
nent's hand.
This" blandly announced the man
of mystery as his garroting fingers re-
Taxed and he stepped down to the run.
ming board, lis one of the rare mo-
ments when / have the pleasure of
trumping your ace!"
And the all but apoplectic Legar lay
back gasping for breath as that stran.
ger dropped lightly from the speeding
car and vanished shadowlike into the
night.
| At the home of Enoch Golden, in the
| meantime, the terrified Wilson had re-
gained both his feet. his presence OF
mind and presentable portion of his
dignity. His frantic shouts for help
had brought the rest of the servants
f1ocking to the library, and his equally
frantic efforts to describe what had
taken place did not add to the peace
of that little group from below stairs.
Il tell you, Tibbins, Miss Margory's
| locked in that vault, and there's no
one in the 'ouse as knows 'ow to open
it,"
Cries of horror burst from that sud.
denly arrested circle.
Someone telephone for the police!"
cried the second man, as Wilson
shouldered out through the group
swarming and gesticulating about the
vault door, Yes. the police!"
He had the instrument in his shak.
ing hand when the door opened and
David Manley stepped quickly in, with
Tito, the green-bodied parrot, on his
arm.
Whats wrong here?" was the ne'g'
Corners sharp demand
It's Miss Margory, sir" began the
quavering-voiced butler.
We'll, what about Miss Margory?'
"She's locked in that vault sir, and
no one In the 'ouse knows the combi
nation!"
Good Cod" cried Manley, sudden
ly transfixed. Then he ran to the
vault door, fiinging the others aside.
Flinging off his coat. he bent over
the dial. The silent group circled
about him. And still he worked
worked with every nerve on edge
every sense alert, for time, he knew
was precious.
Il said silence there" he called
out sharply, for his whole mind was
directed to the faint click of metal
| against metal in front of him. But
louder than before the green-bodied
bird on it's broken perch repeated its
cry.
"Twenty-one = thirty-forty-two-
sixty" was the shrill and monotonous
cry of the parrot, with one eye cooked
ceilingward.
Manley suddenly wheeled about.
What in Gods name does that par.
| m6du wall. IL l5
1t must be"-But instead of finishing
that declaration he repeated the
birds cry. 'Twenty-one, thirty, forty
two. sixty"
| In the next breath he was facing the
vault door, with his trembling fingers
! turning and spinning the glimmerina
dial.
Then, without breathing, and with
colorless face, his hand grasped the
tumbler lever. And not one of that
group moved as he put on that lever
the pressure that would tell the tale
It was Celestine the parlor maid
who Endorsed her Latin temperament
by falling back in dead faint as the
metal door swung open. But no one
at that moment, was thinking of Celes-
tine.
Its all right" Manley called from
| the darkness of the inner vault shes
alive-shell be around In a minute
only somebody get some water!"
| (To Be Continued.)