The Yale expositor., 1916-12-21
,mprov,ses from a red bandanna hand.

SACAA6 WIN dog NNOAdRh ARpAASNf 0AN
as he caught sieht OF the stalwart
figure OF one OF the undergardeners
amid the shrubbery he added, refec-
lively, "and bring Peter with you.
Fishing in the depths of a moldy bin,
Dzvy drew out a heavily weighted
gunny sack, which clanked musically
to the ears of the russet-faced police
captain.
This is goin' to make some stir at
headquarters" he gloated, tenderly re-
placing the yellow metalled dinner set,
'an' I've got a hunch that one-armed
crook amt so far of. Well send the
swag up to the house an then beat
every inch of the gully for this bunch
OF rattlesnakes."
This plan met with Golden's approv-
eI and he turned to the old gardener
who was standing with mouth agape.
Here, Tim" he ordered, take
Peter and Negus and get this bag up
to the house. Tell Miss Margery
want II locked in the gunroom safe.
and keep that safe guarded carefully
until we get back"
It was with much dubious head
apparently unwelcome trust, and mob
bled off in company with Peter, who
bore the treasure sack on his shoulder,
while the perturbed Negus trailed
close behind with his rife. AS they
reached the gravelcd driveway swing
ing in a graceful half circle under the
columned porte-cochere the head gar
dener stopped as though struck by a
sudden thought.
BE gorry!" he calculated, 9TH mas
ther clane forgot he kapes that safe
locked up eEtoirely, nary soul but
himself KNOWN tn combinaticn-Na-
gus, be a good lad and run back an
ask him whatll we be doin' with tn
sack"
Tim and his companion entered the
house and made their way along high
ly polished floors to the gunroom at
the further end OF the imposing hall.
Here they found Margery Golden, who
listened with amused interest to the
old Irishman's voluble description of
the treasure.
There was no necessity for sending
Negus back she exclaimed, 81 know
the combination OF the safe quite as
well as father"
A startling transformation sudden
ly took place in the person OF old Tim.
The stoop vanished from his back.
and with a quick movement he freed
his left arm. carried in sling by
his side. The next moment that left
arm, bearing a heavy hook of wrought
iron, crashed down upon the skull of
the unsuspecting Peter.
With pantherlike spring the meta
morphosed gardener was upon the be-
wildered girl bending over the safe
and again that cruel iron claw shot
out, clutching her arm as in vise
With a derisive laugh of triumph Le-
gar tore off his false trappings, his
thin lips gave a shrill, penetrating
whistle. In response to this signal a
faint shuffling noise came from the
direction Of the fireplace, and two Of
Legar's followers, with faces black
ened like imps of darkness, sprawled
out. At curt command from their
grimfaced leader they quickly bound
the shrinking girl, and, tying a hand
kerchief over her mouth, dragged her
across the floor into the fireplace. Le-
gar caught up the sack of disputed
plunder. and. clawing his way up the
ragged lining OF the murky chimney
flue. vanished.
Even as the quaint personality OF
old Tim merged into that viciously
depraved character. Jules Legar, the
baffled group Of searchers returning to
the old barn saw approaching them
the rheumatic stopped figure of the old
gardener who carried his left hand in
a red bandanna sling.
What does this mean, Tim?" Enoch
Golden interrogated sternIy. II thought
l told you to guard the safe until we
returned"
Faith an I dom know phwat We
moight be talkin' about, Misther Col
den," rejoined the old man cuerulous-
ly, 9TH new docthure yer was afther
sendin' to look at me hand gave me
a shlapin' powdher to relave tn pain
an said twas ye'er ordhers to stay in
me bed tn whole"
into the faces OF his startled listen.
ers flashed bewildered amazement.
then they rushed with one accord
toward the distant manor house. Davy
was already throwing his slender
weight against the bolted door OF
the gunroom and calling out words
of encouragement to the gentle girl
he believed was IN that room. The
strong-armed police captain, seizing
a medieval battle ak which ornament
ed the wall, smashed in the locked
door with a couple OF well-directed
blows. The men stormed across the
threshold OF the gunroom. then
stopped short in blank surprise. The
windows were shut and fastened from
the inside, the limp and sprawling Pc
ter lay where he had beel dropped IN
his tracks, but OF Margery Golden and
the burlap sack there was no trace.
Il was Davy who, eagerly circling