Mount Vernon signal. (Mt. Vernon, Ky.) 18??-current, 1917-01-12

gerlng into the NAV OF the open vault,
and with throaty and beastlfke cry
Of triumph swung the great steel door
shut, even as the partly-dressed Will
son ran gaping in through the library
door. Yet Legar took time to throw
back the tumbler lever and spin the
dial before turning to confront that
wide-eyed servant. Then, hearing
other approaching steps, he dove
through the second door, scurried like
a pelted0 hound through shadowy
rooms, slipped eel-like through a
quickly opened window and escaped
to the street.
There he ran for a dark-bone6 car
standing in the deep tree shadows,
and with gasp of relief flung himself
up into the cushioned seat
As he did so a masked figure sitting
crouched close back in the hooded
gloom of that seat suddenly threw out
a hand and garroted the startled Lee
gar against the leather upholstery, on
which he began to writhe like cater
pillar on a cabinet pin. But with an
equally deft second movement the
man in the yellow mask snatched the
oblong MANILA paper from his oppo-
nent's hand.
This" blandly announced the man
Of mystery as his garroting fingers re-
Taxed and he stepped down to the run
ming board, lis one of the rare mo-
ments when / have the pleasure of
trumping your acel"
And the all but apoplectic Legaf lay
back gasping for breath as that atran-
ger dropped lightly from the speeding
car and vanished shadowlike INFO the
night
At the home of Enoch Golden, in the
meantime, the terrified Wilson had re-
gained both his feet, his presence Of
mind and presentable portion of his
dignity. His frantic shouts for help
had brought the rest of the servants
fiocking to the library, and his equally
frantic efforts to describe what had
taken place did not add to the peace
OF that little group from below stairs.
Il tell you, Tibbins, Miss Margory's
locked in that vault, and there's no
one in the 'ouse as knows 'ow 20 open
IT,"
Cries of horror burst from that sud-
denly arrested circle
Someone telephone for the policeI"
cried the second man, as Wilson
shouldered out through the group
swarming and gesticulating about the
vault door. Yes, the policeI"
He had the instrument in his shak.
ing hand when the door opened and
David Marley stepped quickly in, with
Tito, the green-bodied parrot, On his
arm
What's wrong here?" was the ssv-
comer's sharp demand.
Its Miss Margory. sir began tn
quavering-voiced butler.
We'll, what about Miss Margoryr-
She's locked in that vault, sir, and
no enc in the 'ouse knows the combi-
nation!"
Good God!" cried Manley. sudden
ly transfxed. Then he ran to the
vault door, flinging the others aside.
F1inging off his coat. he bent over
the. dial. The silent group circled
about him. And still he worked.
worked with every nerve on edge.
every sense alert, for time, he knew,
was precious.
Il said silence there!" he called
out sharply, for his whole mind was
directed to the faint click of metal
against metal in front of him. But
louder than before the green-bodied
bird on its broken perch repeated its
cry.
"Twenty-one - thirty-forty- two
sixty" was the shrill and monotonous
cry of the parrot, with one eye cooked
ceilingward
Manley suddenly wheeled about.
What in Gods name does that par
rot mean? -. Wait! -. 1t is
It must be"-But instead of finistina
that declaration he repeated the
birds cry. Twenty-one, thirty, forty
two, sixty"
In the next breath he was facing thu
vault door, with his trembling fingers
turning and spinning the glimmerint
dial. Z
Then, without breathing, and with ,
colorless face, his hand grasped tho
tumbler lever. And not one OF that
group moved as he put on that leves
] the pressure that would tell tie talA
It was Celestine the parlor maid
who Endorsed her Latin temperament
by falling back in dead faint as the
metal door swung open. But no ones
at that moment, was thinking Of Celest
tine.
Its all right" Manley called from
the darkness Of the inner vault "Shst
alive-she1l be around IN niaute-,
only somebody get some wata,i"