Mount Vernon signal. (Mt. Vernon, Ky.) 18??-current, 1917-04-27

lace was All twisted up WITH SuIIerlu
and full of deep lines and wrinkles.
Then I seen his hair was all streaked
with gray. When he spoke to me he
was a healthy young Teller, but when
I found him he was like some old man
about 40, what had died Of some awful
disease. That's about all an / don't
see how"
But Margery did not wait TO hear
the concluding remarks of the detec-
five, for at this point she abruptly
hung up the receiver. Here was news
of a startling character which must
be impaired to the masked guardian
of her safety without loss of time.
Without stopping to even catch up
chat, she slipped out of her room and
down the stairway. AS she tiptoed
softly past the living-room, the door
suddenly opened and Captain Brack-
EFT and Walters stood on the thresh-
old. The stern-faced officer watched
the slender girl as she went out of the
front door and closed it behind her.
Then he turned to his crestfallen sub
ordinate.
"Never mind doin' what / was tell
in you, Walters" he tersely command
ed. Il want you to shadow that young
woman. Don't lose sight of her for
a minute"
So it happened that when Margery
Golden paused by the mysterious lone
bowlder on Seven Oaks Hill a hawk.
faced detective was hidden not ten
PAGES distant behind one of the great
trees from which the ridge took its
name. He saw the girl glance fur
lively about her, and then from her
pursed lips came low, thrilling call
like that of bird. After a brief in
tervaI she repeated this signal, and
presently a yellow-masked man came
stealthily around the side of the
great bowlder. The hidden listener
caught enough of what Margery Col
den was saying to become aware that
she was recOunting, almost word for
word, his own story Of the escape of
Jules Legar.
Il have a theory of my own as to
what was used to kill Jenkins in
that fearful manner" the Laughing
Mask was saying, land l am going
to find out tonight whether I am right
or wrong. Legar's followers have all
been wiped out with the exception OF
| a man calling himself Skidmon. He
was known as a brilliant scientist I'm.
| til he contracted the drug habit, and
then, when he was down and out, he
fell in with Legar. He lives in a
tumbIe-down old house at the foot of
the blind alley south Of Washington
square.
At that moment the detective
escape of Jules Legar by the sudden
capture of the Laughing Mask. sud-
| denly emerged from behind the oak
tree and rapidly advanced upon the
startled pair. AS the Laughing Mask
darted around the bowlder toward the
secret door leading into the subterra-
mean retreat, Margery planted herself
| directly in the path of the Oncoming
/ Walters.
you've about gone the limit this
time. young woman" he snarIed as
| he seized her slender wrist in his
! powerful grasp. IAN well see what
the chief thinks of your helpin' that
criminal make q getaway"
/ A little later the burly Walters
| hailed his frail prisoner into the living
room, where her father and the de.
tectives were still gathered. Captain
Bracket, Tuning with anger, tried
his utmost to wiring from her the
secret of the bowlder, but his rapidly
volleyed questions failed to break hel
] sphinxlike silence. Finally her loving
| but sorely tried father locked her In
her bedroom to prevent her further
interference. Hastily going to her i'm
promptu dictaphone, Margery heard
the voice of Walters repeating wha,
the Laughing Mask had said about
Skdmon, the last Of Legar's bench
men. When he had finished, the blat
ant tones of Captain Bracket came
over the thread of copper.
"Our best move will be to watch
the house of this Skidmon," he an
nouneed decisively, "an' when our mar
comes along We'll nab him. If were
playin' In luck we might get Legar IL
the same dragnet."
As Margery replaced the receiver
she realized the Laughing Mask was
threatened with grave danger. In
some way she must warn him. But
there seemed no possibility of escap
ing from the bedroom. Then q sNdder
scheme flashed into her mind, which
she FASTENED to put into execution
To mislead her father she tied th,
bed sheet to the window sill, and wher
that gentleman discovered the sup
posed escape. he ran to the shrubber.
beneath the window. Then Marger,
stole out of the closet and SILENT!
went her way in her car.
As Margery paused In front Of ;
dismal old rookery she suddenly per
ceived In the moonlight a shadowy
form mounting steadily upward or
the narrow fire-escape ladder. Wher
that stealthy prowler stepped onto
the iron platform just outside the