The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1919-10-02
EPISODE s.
THE IRON CLUTCH.

The IRON CLUTCH.
John Davis, lured by the sight of
the vanishing Ethel into the room
where the c~onspirators had left the
Casket of Death Of the Hindu god,
silva, and seeing the note lying upon
it, grasped the casket by It's handles
to open it. Immediately the terrible
power of the casket asserted itself,
and unable to release the horrible
thing John stood swaying, his vitals
paralyzed by the mysterious force
which the casket injected into his
body like venom from the fangs Of a
deadly serpent. Swaying and gasp.
ing, his consciousness gradually leav-
ing him, for a minute he managed
to retain his feet, then with a gasp
collapsed to the carpet. AT that mo-
ment Ram Chunder, appearing upon
the scene with d murderous, curved
edged East Indian knife, came steal
ing upon him.
"To make sure" he muttered as he
approached.
Then in the act Of administering
the coup de grace he paused as though
petrified, lifted his head t~urtlewise,
listened for an instant, then wheel
ing like a flash vanished into the next
room.
'That cursed Indian" growled Nor
gan who had also heard the sound.
"We've got to beat it now" With
one accord they rushed to the fire
escape with the exception Of Ram
Chunder, who, pausing only long
enough to make a few mystic passes
over the head of the tr~ance-walking
girl, hurriedly Joined them.
Awaking in the middle of the
night, R~ainface. wholly devoted to the
girl, had listened for a moment al
her door to make IRE that she was
sleeping undisturbed. Not hearing
her breathing he cautiously stole a
glance within only to see that her
bed was empty, the coveglet lying
half upon the floor. ~Suspecting mis-
chief and a quick examination of
the suite showing that she was not
there, he stepped out into the hall,
his nose at once becoming aware of
the presence of the smell Of the in
cense. Convinced that could he fol
low the trail Of the strange od0r to
its source he would solve the mystery
of the girls disappearance, he traced
it as a setter does the track of a
partridge, a minute later finding him
self standing before the DOR behind
which she had gone. Throwing il
open he entered the room, gun in
hand.
His first glance showed him John
lying upon the floor, the mysterious
casket in his hands. One powerful
kick from the Indian sent the thing OF
death flying from the clutch of the
one who held it, bursting it apart
and scattering it's contents over the
floor.
Springs, wires and a pair of cleo
trio batteries went rolling about. !
Bewildered by it all, Rainface stood
staring stupidity first at the uncoiled
springs and tangled wires, then at the
form of the unconscious John. In
stinctively he had brought one OF
Ethel's wraps across his arm, and as
his wits slowly returned he laid il
upon a chair and peered from the
window. In the courtyard below the
party was just disappearing arouno
a corner, the turbaned Ram ChundeI
following in the e a with n hand
raised as though in malediction. Real.
izing that the escaping ones must
have made their exit from the ad.
joining room he tried the knob. The
door was locked, but stepping upon a
chair he shattered the transom with
the butt of his pistol. Ethel, in the
room beyond, aroused from her trance
by the sound, gave a little scream
then looking up say the honest coun-
tenance of Rallface staring down al
her. Obeying his signal she came
~unsteadily to the door, unlocked il
and stood upon the threshold. Fer
next glance falling upon the pros
trate form of her lover she ran to
him. sinking upon her knees at his
side.
Bring me water and spirits Of am
monia from my ROOM" she command.
ed, and the Indian rushed away in
swift obedience. Possessed of those
articles she quickly revived the un-
conscious one sufficiently to enable
him to sit up.
THANK Godi' she breathed. "John,
what are you doing here?"
Something awakened me and I got
up. / saw you crossing the hall and
entering a room. / did not know
what it meant, but feared that some