The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1912-1984, 1916-03-03

devil with his scar of shamel"
"One-armed, and with a SCARF" cried
the startled girl, leaning suddenly for
ward in her chair.
Golden wheeled about at her cry.
! What does that mean to your"
| why, it was one-armed man with
q SCARED face who kept me a pris-
oner! 1t was he. Legar, who always
told me my parents were dead"
Legar!" repeated the bewildered
millionaire. ''Legar? But NY mans
name was Palidori"
Girl, let me see your arm,"
| With trembling fingers he thrust up
the f1imsy sleeve, staring breathlessly
at the milk-white skin. Then a groan
of disappointment broke from his
throat
mo the mark is not therei"
What mark" asked the wondering
girl
my daughter carried a scar on her
| right arm. My men, when she was a
child on Windward island, caught and
killed shark. The child, when no one
! watched her, thrust hand in between
the brute's jaws. Those dying jaws
closed on the flesh, and an iron bar
had to be used to open them again
And they said that scar would always
stay with her"
The girl. wide-eyed, dropped back
into the armchair.
why, | seem to remember" she
said, staring before her. Il seem to
remember years ago. rows and rows
Of sharp teeth and the sudden pain as
those teeth came together"
But the scarf" cried Golden
There is no scarf"
Il seem to remember about that
too. 1t was long ago, after Legar had
brought me across water, and then
miles and miles in railway train.
remember him taking me to a man
who wore round eyeglasses. and show
ing him my arm. This man gave me
something to make me sleep. But
when | Weakened my arm was sore
again, for weeks and weeks. And
when it healed the scar was gone.
remember" But she stopped sud
denly, for the telephone bell close be
side Golden shrilled out a sudden call
Mechanically the man at the desk tool
up the receiver, his eyes still on the
girl facing him.
This is Eastman of the central of
flee speaking" said the voice over the
wire. "A short while ago a young
woman was seen entering YOU
house"
well, what of it?" was the impa
| tient inquiry.
Our office merely wants to war;
you that the girl is Blonde Casey, tn,
come-on for the Cookson gang. She
the smoothest swindler in the busi
ness. And as long as that baby-eyet
she-crook is in your house. Golden
your house will be in danger!"
Golden hung Up his receiver and sa
studying his desktop. Then with hi
, grim mouth fixed he crossed to III
rear door and opened it, stepping on
into the hall and peremptorily Gale
! All ulo OdtACl ao AC NA0 81.
Manley, returning from his errand
at the same moment stepped into tn
room from another door. He stared a
the girl as he stopped to pick up hi
pocket camera.
, ''Who are your" he pertly inquired
! as Golden re-entered the room.
But his eyes, the next moment, wer
on neither Golden nor the girl. Hi
! gaze passed beyond those two strangt
ly diverse figures to yet a third, tn
| crouching figure of an eavesdroppe
clinging to the wistaria vines tina
framed the huge window on the ia
| side of the room.
Aianley, crossing the room on tn
E run, took the window, glass and all, i
5 one leap. He landed on a hydrange
I bush even as the burly eavesdrOppe
| dropped to the grass beside him. Tn
! next moment the two men clinched.
t The fight was an uneven one. bU
D | Manley stuck to his man. He stuc
+ to him until that worthy, with a SUI
: | den blow on the jaw, sent the 1.-THE
J bodied young secretary staggering
] the ground.
Before Manley could recover hin
! self, the mysterious eavesdroppe
broke away, vaulted to the street an
signaled to waiting automobile.
Then Manfey's senses came back t
him, and rolling over into the ope
roadway, he took the camera from hi
r pocket and held it between him an
the disappearing touring car. H
r pressed the spring, knowing tina
e mis- telescope lens would carry to tn
waiting film the secret of that mys
/ ierious cars license number.
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(The remainder of the Second Er
:, isode will be published in next Tues
davis paper.)