The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-07-23


 M M with heat, land I always will llz3@z be opposed to it!"
 David Manley, as he stared across the table at he ruffied old millionaire, tried to control himself to patience.
 But you acknowledge that you are equally opposed to Legar's intrusions Into this house, to having his secret agents planted about at your elbows. But when I work out a plan that offers reasonable promise of trap ping Legar and his men, you stop the whole business by declaring it's lack ing in dignity!''
 Dignity is something which de- parted from this house the day Legar first forced his way into it!" was Golden's bitter retort.
 "Precisely!' cried young Manley. His whole campaign has been one of intimidation, of threats and assaults and reprisals. They have been try ing to fight us with terror. So my contention is, why not give them a dose of their medicine? Why not fight them with their own weapons, and in doing so, perhaps go them one better?''
 "But I can only repeat my convic- tions that your plan can't succeedw protested the tremulous-v voiced old flnancier.
 "Why not leave that to me?" cut in young Manley, with his first touch of impatience.
 And you think you're going to frighten 'em away with a casket!"
 I'm going to make them believe that David Manley, having departed this life because of an attack on his person by one Mauki, with poisoned arrows, is about to be duly inferred in the Golden mausoleum, and--'
 But you couldn't even get a wax figure that would fool a 5-year-old child! You couldn't"
 i've already got the figure" inter- rupted Manley. And it strikes me as being an exceptionally perfect one."
 But what's all this funeral business to lead to?" demanded the old finan- cier.
 It leads to the fact that Legar and his men will be duly informed of my death, for I want all the servants in this house to pass before the casket and see me in it. And Legar's spy will be one of them. So Legar, you may be sure, will get the facts as soon as they are known. He will be tipped off as to the day and hour of the fu- neral. He will also be told that the cortege, say of three carriages, is to proceed to the Golden mausoleum, and that Margory Golden is to go in one will strike him at precisely the right spot for making coup"
 And what do we gain by that?"
 Well fill our big $3O,000 mausoleum with thirty big policemen and round up the gang before Legar can even smell rat.'
 But Enoch Golden remained uncon- vinced.
 So if that's your idea of fun, my boy, go as far as you like. Conduct 1t in your own way. But don't count on me, sir!"
 David Manley, however, did not conduct that strange funeral alto- gether in his own way. Carefully as 4very detail had been planned. there was one or two minor features which at the time escaped his attention.
 The most inconspicuous and yet the most vital of these was, perhaps, the personality of the driver of the third carriage in that small cortege which vented it's way so decorously from the Golden home. For under the funereal outfit of this placid-eyed driver reposed the stalwart body of d certain One-Lamp Louis, long known among his associates as an habitue of the Owls Nest and an un- derground agent for Jules Legar him. self.
 Now One-Lamp Louis gave no promise of either active or passive interference with these duly appoint ed mortuary exercises until the city itself had been left we'll behind. Then, awakening to the fact that they were traversing a desirably sequestered stretch of load. he watched intently for certain prearranged signals from his one-armed accomplice. Imme diately after the discovery of those looked for signs the spirited team uIlVGu Dy OuS-AdIllp LOulS iOWSNt unexpected yet unristakable evil dences of restiveness. The girl in that carriage of mourning. of course, had small chance to discover that these movements were being circuitously created and sustained by One-Lamp Louis himself through artful manipu- lation of both bit and whip.
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 But there was a limit to what that team of spirited blacks would endure. And they suddenly, to all intents and purposes, determined to follow their own line of travel at their own rate of speed, for, as the driver sat on the box apparently saving on the reins that exasperated team plunged sud- denly forward, swerved across the road, and went galloping down tree- screened bypath which was little
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