The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1921-09-23
BULLDOG DRUMMOND
The Advgnne Of Demo Denao1 nT By CYRIL McNEILE
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| a short, half-strangled snore came
from his lips. 1t had the effect OF
waking him for the moment, and he
staggered to his feet.
The other three, sprawling in their
chairs, were openly and unashamedly
asleep; even the dogs lay in fantastic
attitudes, breathing heavily, inert like
logs.
wake up!" shouted Hugh wildly.
"For Gods sake wake upi We've
been drugged !"
An iron weight seemed to be press
| ing down on his eyelids: the desire
for sleep grew stronger and stronger.
For few moments more he fought
against it, hopelessly, despairingly !;
while his legs seemed not to belong
to him, and there was roaring noise
in his ears. And then, just before
Inconsistencies overcame him, there
| came to his bemused brain the sound
of whistle thrice repeated from out
side the window. With last stu
pendous effort he fought his way to-
ward it, and for a moment he stared
into the darkness. There were dim
figures moving through the shrubs,
and suddenly one seemed to detach
itself. 1t came nearer, and the light
fell on the mans face. His nose and
mouth were covered with sort OF
pad, but the cold, sneering eyes were
unnlistakable.
"Lakington!" gasped Hugh, and
| then the roaring noise increased In
his head; his legs struck work alto
gether. He collapsed on the floor and
lay sprawling, while darlington, his
face pressed against the glass outside,
watched in silence.
"Draw the curtains" darlington
was speaking, his voice muffled be-
hind the pad, and one of the men did
as he said. There were four in all,
each with a similar pad over his
mouth and nose where did you put
the generator, Brownlow?"
in the coal-scuttle." A man whom
Mrs. Denny would have had no diff
Guilty in recognizing, even with the
mask on his face, carefully lifted a
small black box out of the scuttle from
behind some coal, and shook it gent
~, holding it to his ear. Its fin
ished," he remarked, and Lexington
nodded.
"An ingenious invention is gas"
he said, addressing another of the
men. 1--WE owe your nation quite
debt of gratitude for the idea"
A cultural grunt left no doubt as
to what that nation was, and Laking-
ton dropped the box into his pocket.
$50 get him." he ordered briefly,
and the others left the room.
CONTEMPORARY darlington kicked
one of the dogs; it rolled over and
lay motionless in its new position.
Then he went in turn to each of the
three men sprawling in the chairs.
With no attempt at gentleness he
turned their faces up to the light, and
studied them deliberately; then he let
their heads roll back again with a
thud. Finally, he went to the window
and stared down at Drummond. In
his eyes was look of cold fury, and
he kicked the unconscious man saw
agely in the ribs.
"You young swine," he muttered.
"Do you think I'll forget that blow
on the jaw?"
He took another box out of his
pocket and looked at it lovingly.
"Shall II" With a short laugh he
replaced it. Its too good a death
for you, Captain Drummond, d. S. o.,
NJ. C. Just to snuff out in your sleep.
No, my friend, I think I can devise
something better than that; some
thing really artistic"
Two other men came in as he
turned away, and darlington looked
at them.
"Well," he asked, "have you got the
old woman?"
Bound and gagged in the kitchen"
answered one of them laconically.
"Are you going to do this crowd in?'
The speaker looked at the uncon-
scious men with hatred in his eyes.
"They cucumber the earth-this
breed of puppy"
'They will not cucumber it for
long" said darlington softly. But
the one in the window there is not
going to die so easily. have a small
unsettled score with him. ;"
"All right; he's in the car" A
voice came from outside the window,
and with a last look at Hugh Drum
mond, darlington turned away.
'Then We'll CO." he remarked. eau
revoir, my laundering young bull. Be
fore I've finished with you, you'll
scream for mercy. And you won't
get it. :"
Through the still night air there
came the drumming of the engine of
a powerful car. Gradually it died
away and there was silence. And
then, with a sudden crack, Peter OAR
rell's head rolled over and hit the arm
of his chair.
CHAPTER vi.