East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1916-11-27
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over the low rail- into a patch q res
bushes below, just AZ the purRuiaE
Clayton grabbed for him.
Bob caught ore Of the fellows -
ins eoattails. TheFo was q SHARP ~
Of cloth and Morrison was runaiag
at top speed across tbe lawn townFA
the street, leaving bis torn coak-
tail in Bobs cIenched hand
Clayton vaulted the rail and Mt
of as fast as his legs would carry
him after his prey. He saw MorFa-
son leap into a waiting automobile
and heard him shout 10 the ohauf-
feur. The latter was evidently wait
ing for him, for the cars engine was
going.
The car swung out into the high-
way and whiEzed away to northward.
leaving Bob Clayton.
A whirring noise Close behind hta
caused Bob to turn. up the Etreet.
at a speed Of perhaps fifty miles an
hour, a motorcycle was whizxinR II
was two-seated and contained but
one rider.
On the instant Bob Clayton threw
up both hands and yelled to the
cyclist TO stop. As the man, wonder
ingly, slowed down, Bob sprang to
the seat behind him, pointing to the
fast receding automobile and pant
ing:
Catch nat car for me! In the
name Of the law!"
Foot by foot the notorcycie over
hauled the fleeing automobile. I've
miles farther on IL was alongside
Clayton made q flying leap that
landed him on the automobiles run
ming board. The masked chauffeur
evidently lost his nerve. For, seeing
himself overtaken. he brought ths
car to thudding halt, Hprang from
the wheel and ran away.
Clayton's arms were cropping for
Morrison. The latter, seeing escape
was hopeless, met his attack. To-
gether, locked In a fierce grappIa
they lurehed from the running board
OF the car to the roadway. Thera,
silent, tense. murderous. they fought
The car had halted midway on q
little bridge that spanned a deep and
narrow stream. Clayton's furious
onslaught gradually drove Morrison
back against the rail Of this bridge.
The rail was old and rotting. Nor
risOn ran In TO clinch with his foe.
Clayton delivered an upper cut that
the in-rushing Morrison was just too
late 10 block The blow caught him.
flush on the point Of the jaw.
Backward reeled Morrison, half
stunned; and his full weight crashed
against the decayed bridge rail. The
rail snapped like 4 straw under the
impact.
Still carried backward by the i'm
petus Of his own weight, Morrison
pitched over the edge, clawed help
lessly at the air and crashed head
long downward into the rocky stream
that ran far below him,
Meantime. at the Clayton houso.
Harold Stanley suddenly found him
self In extremely tight quarters.
An examination Of the guests faees
would quickly prove to the Claytons
that this bearded and otherwise
made-up person was a stranger to
them. And questions would arise a.
to how he came to be there.
Questions would undoubtedly b
followed by search. The necklace
would be found in his pocket.
No, it was high time to. get away:
and to remove his disguise.
But as he reached the hallway hO
found himself face to face with Flor
ence Montrose. The girl latter one
wildly unbefeving look at the man
she believed to be Pierre La Rue)
gay stifiled cry Of horror and ella
TO the floor in a dead faint.