The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1912-1984, 1916-05-19

utes, l want you to get any help you
can, and come after me-
Margery stole along the shadowy
roadside to the spot where she had
seen Legar creep in through the
bushes. She followed as best she
could, found herself face to face with
tunnelopening that showed itself
dimly in the moonlight, and after a
moments hesitation stopped low and
crept into this tunnel, feeling her way
cautiously along the smooth brickworE
of its walls. She came to turn, but
tressed with heavier masonry, and
padded along this wall until her crop.
ing fingers came in contact with a
light switch. This, after moment
thought, she turned on. The next mo-
ment a number of bulbs along the cor
rider roof above her Powered into
light
Staring ahead of her, she saw that
the corridor ended in nothing but a
blank wall. But as she stared intently
at the wall she detected in one side OF
it partially concealed electric but.
ton. She moved toward this cautious
ly, for she had learned of old to be
wary Of approach to any of Legar's
Businesses. Then, as she advanced,
she came to a sudden stop. For she
saw on the fiagstone upon which she
was about to step a small cross. There
was also a minute crevice, unnotice
able in its companions, about this
quadrangle so suspiciously marked by
its cross. So she stepped carefully
over the suspected area, crept forward
to the button, and touched it with a
tentative fngertip.
The next moment a remarkable
thing happened. A section of the
heavy masonry shutting off the end
of the corridor, at that touch, swung
silently about on its axis, leaving an
aperture wide enough for human
body to pass through. The girl, hold.
ing her breath, stepped through the
ponderous masonry.
This chamber, she saw, was empty,
except for two mysterious strands OF
iron chain that ran from ceiling to
floor, close against the wall, while
against the other stood a deal table
and camp couch across which lay a
couple of very dirty blankets. But
along the floor at the far end of the
room her quick eye detected thin
pencil of light. So she tiptoed quietly
forward until she stood close to the
door above this illuminated crevice
Then she stopped lower, listening in
tently, for the sound of muff1ed voices
came to her from the room within.
II tell you we can't afford to fail in
this move" she heard the voice OF
Legar himself announce. "The things
got to be settled, and settled before
morning."
But how?" asked one of his fol
lowers.
With two pounds of guncotton and
time fuse was Legar's reply.
I'm the O'Mara cottage?" asked an
other voice.
Yes: | want that cottage wiped of
the face of the earth, and the family
with it, And l want it done before
morning."
Margery listened, oblivious of the
passing of time, as the conspirators
behind the closed door continued to
debate on their plan of action. Then
she started, even as much as they did
when the sudden buzzing of an cleo
trio annunciator warned that intent
group of an intruder's approach.
1t was then and only then that the
girl remembered her parting message
to the taxicab driver. All that was left
her to do was to dart over to the camp
cot, and drop down on the stone floor
beside it.
The next moment Legar and his
men were in the outer chamber While
one of the men crept to secret out.
look crevice in the farther wall LIE
gar himself stepped to one of the con-
troll chains which ran from floor to
ceiling on the other side of the room
and by pulling one Of these started
into action some mysterious mech.
anism which the watching girl could
not quite comprehend. She saw
them run back to the inner room
and stand waiting while Legar
manipulated still another secret
spring which threw open a hidden
door in the back wall of that room.
And that door, she surmised, led by
some unknown passage to the outer
world.
But Margery did not give much
thought to this, for there came to her
as she regained her feet the repeated
cry OF a human being, cry husky
with terror. She ran to the pivot door
in the masonry, swung it back, and
there beheld a sight which made her
blood run cold. 1t took her, in fact,
ponderable space of time to under
stand the scene confronting her. But
as she stared out she saw where her
unsuspecting chauffeur had stepped
on the cross-marked flagstOne. for it