Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-01
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Place.
Last night 1 snatched the case
containing these gems from GUM
tana's myers. This morning, as L
offered them to the Grand Duchess,
Quintana coolly stepped between
us"
His voice became bitter and his
features Redeemed with rage poorly
controlled:
"By God, Jack, I should have
shot Quintana when the opportunity
offered, twice rye had the chance.
The next time 1 shall kill him any
way 1 can. Legitimately."
"Of course" said Stormont grave
ly. But his mind vas full of the
jewels which Eve had. What and
whose were they-if Quintana again
had the Esthonian gems in his pos
session?
A few minutes later, as they came
out among the willows and alders
On the northeast side Of Star Pond,
Stormont touched his comrades
arm.
Look at that enormous dog-otter
out there in the lake!"
And now the hounds, unleashed,
lifted frantic voices. The very sky
seemed full of the discordant
tumult; wood and shore reverberat-
ed with the volume Of convulsive
and dissonant baying.
Damn it," said Darragh, dis
gusted, that's what they've been
trailing all the while across-woods
that devilish d%og-otter yonder.
And I had hoped they were on
Quintana's trail"
A mass rush and scurry of crazed
dogs nearly swept him off his feet,
and both men caught a glimpse of
a large bitch-otter taking to the
lake from a ledge OF rock just be-
well, I'm in for it now" NUT
tered Darragh, starting along the
bank toward Clinch's Dump, to keep
an eye ON his dogs.
Stormont followed more l%eisurely.
CHAPTER "
A few minutes before Darragh
and Stormont had come out on the
farther edge of Star Pond, Sard,
who had heard from Quintana
about the big drain pipe which led
from Clinch's pantry into the lake,
decided to go in and take a look at
1t.
He had been told all about its
uses-how Clinch-in the event of
a raid by State Troopers or govern
ment enforcement agents-could
empty his contraband hootch into
the lake if necessary-and even
could slide a barrel of ale or a key
of rum, intact, into the great tile
tunnel and recover the liquor at his
leisure.
Also, and grimly, Quintana had
admitted that through this drain
Eve Strayer and the State Trooper,
Stormont, had escaped from
Clinch's Dump.
So now sard, full of curiosity,
went back into the pantry to look
at it for himself.
Almost instantly the idea oc-
Cured to him to make use of the
drain for his own safety and com
fort.
Why shouldn't he sleep. in the
pantry, lock the door, and, in case
of intrusion-other exits being I'M
available-why shouldn't he feel
entirely safe with such an ven of
escape open?
For swimming was Sard's single
accomplishment. He wasn't afraid
of the water; he simply couldn't
sink. Swimming was the only sport
he ever had INDUCED in. He adored
1t.
And at that instant the very
heavens echoed with that awful
tumult which had first paralyzed,
then crezed him in the woods.
In the bushes on the lake shore
he saw animals leaping and racing,
but, in his terror, he did not recog-
uize them for dogs.
Then suddenly, he saw a man,
close to the house, running; and
another man not far behind. That
he understood, and it electrified him
into action.
1t was too late to escape from the
house now. He understood that in
SANITY.
He ran back through the lance
hall and dining-room to the pantry;
but he dared not let these intruders
hear the noise of hammering.
U~ngovernable terror seized Sard.
Scarcely aware what he was about,
he seized the edges of the big drain
pipe and crowded his obese body
Into it head first. He was so fat
and heavy that he filed the tile. To
start himself down he pulled with
both hands and kicked himself for
ward, tortoise-like, down the slant
ing tunnel, sticking now and then,