The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1912-1984, 1916-04-28
The Interior Journal Stanford Kentucky: Friday April 28 1916
Do YOu trust me-"

me! asked the man IN the mask.
Il don't think can," was the girls
hesitating answer, until you can trust
J mel"
you mean that l must unmask?'
But Margery Golden's reply to that
question was never uttered. For as
she was about to speak, her volatile
maid, Celestine, stepped into the hall
behind her, beheld the mysteriously
masked figure, and promptly filled the
house with ringing Gallo scream.
Mon Dieu, it is the Laughing
Mask" she shrilled as she ran down
the hall, giving the alarm.
And her alarm, unreasoning as it
| seemed, was fully shared by the
Laughing Mask himself He swung
| about, darted through a doorway, and
| disappeared from sight as Golden and
his retainers and his official visitors
came f1ocking out to the scene of
that disturbance.
Two minutes later Margery Golden,
hearing a shout from Kibby's men
above stairs, followed that officer to
| the scene of the sudden tumult. There,
| to her alarm, she saw three men strug-
Cling with figure which she prompt
ly recognized as the Laughing Mask
/ himself
We've got himl" gasped one of his
captors as Lieutenant Kibby confront
ed him.
"What'n we do with him." asked his
other captor.
First thing, tear that fool mask
off," commanded the lieutenant.
But that command was not carried
into execution. For Margery Golden,
catching sight of the Laughing Masks
| fallen revolver, ran to where it lay
and took possession of it. The next
moment it was leveled straight at the
heart of the detective whose hand had
been lifted to the yellow domino COW
ering his prisoners face.
Stop commanded the girl.
Put down that gun, you." prompt
ly commanded Kibby, purple with in
dignation.
Not until your men release that
prisoner" was her deliberate response.
Yes, you, both of you," she continued.
mcnacing the officers of the law with
| the revolver STAND back from
| him. Still further back, Now you"
| she added, turning to the Laughing
Mask. walk out through that doorl
Go out, and GO at once."
So intently did she watch that dis
hot hn Is
of the adroit and undergraduate
Lieutenant Kibby, siding stealthily
along the wall beside her. entirely es-
capped her attention. When he leaped
for Margery Golden's tense figure, ne
made sure of his distance and sure of
his mark in doing so. He promptly
and none too gently wrested the re-
volver from her grasp. at the same
moment that Enoch Golden himself
came painting through the open door.
81 hope you understand now why
you've never got your Laughing
Mask" was the irate officers cry as
he swung the girl about so as to face
her equally irate father.
We'll, We'll get him." Numbered
the grim-willed old millionaire, 'or
he'll never walk out of this house
alive,"
Even as he spoke the renewed sound
OF shouts came to them from. above.
1t was Wilson the butler who called
to Golden and the group at his heels
as he went floundering up the stairs.
He's gone into Manley's room, sir!'
cried that vastly disturbed old serv-
ant. And he locked the door as he
vent"
We'll, Manley himself's in there"
painted the owner of the house as he
hurried on to his secretary's door
Hes typing my international direc-
tors reports"
But the sounds that came from
within the room in no way suggested
such sedentary pursuits as typewrit-
ing.
They're fighting, sir" called out
Wilson. with his old ear cooked close
to the door panel. My word. sir, but
they're at it, 'ot and 'eayy!"
BY the time one of Kibby's detec-
tives had caught up chair and bat
tered in that door all sounds of COM
bat had ceased. And the astonished
group, crOwding into the dismantled
chamber, saw only an open window,
an overturned table and room empty
of all life
But Manley, where's Manley?" de-
manded the still painting owner of the
house
"Wait," cried Kibby himself as he
crossed to the closet door against
which leaned high boy for about
this door his trained eye had detected
certain betraying tremors and agita-
tons.
1t took him but a moment 20 push
the high boy" to one side. Then.
flinging open the door, he had the
satisfaction of beholding the recum-
bent figure of David Manley, bound
and gagged on the closet floor.
Helping hands soon released the I'M
happy prisoner.
Il tried to stop him." he said, lit
Ia nd to hot