Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-05-30
Who Stole the Bride? And Why?
The Night of the Wedding
Bye. N and A. nj. WILLIAMSON
Authors of The Lightning Conductor and other fdsc
> mating romances of mystery and Iove
Copyright 1924 by Public Ledger Company
WHO'S Who I'M rHE STORY

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WHO'S WHO I'M THE STORY
EVELYN HASTE, beautiful and rich
girl, who sits down at the piano on
her wedding highland mysteriously
KENNEDY HASTE, her husband, who
suspects completely on the part Of
his old war comrade.
SIR RAWDON WELLS, an amateur
scientist. who has insisted on lend
ing the couple Hidden Hall Court.
his gloomy and mystery-ridden eS-
tate, for their honeymoon, and who
is found after the disappearance in
a secret chamber.
PANDORA, a gipsy-like girl, adopted
love with Wells.
MISS GILLETT, an ex-war nurse, who
fell in love with Haste in a hospi-
tai, and who is an intense person:
tective, who has done glorified Spy
work" in the war. He is of vivid
Z, Latin temperament, though Canadian
in training.%
The Truth
HE didn't count on you in vain,
the blighter!" broke out Dagon.
"While you thought he was on the
beautiful white wig and getup, on the
spot, to add to the confiagration by
burning a pair of your boots and
skeleton. That's where ne slipped,
though! He must have bought the
thing, and didn't know there was
enough difference to be detected be-
tween a mans bones and a woman's.
Now. If we want to fit in more
pieces of the puzzle-the missing
bits-we'll have to make the gentle
man supply those himself. Well
prod them out of him."
Great heavens, you don't mean
you'd torture him." cried Rawdon,
Mortified. "Vile as he is, I won't al
slow-"
II don't mean what you think
mean" Dagon cut in. DO you want
the fellow sent to priscn?"
mol"
well then, promise him chance
to make his getaway If he'll give US
the whole story. / think he'll accept
the offer. But there's time for all
things. This has been an inter-
ruption. Before we talk any more,
two of us had better go down below
and rescue one-or l think, two!-
fair ladies, while the third stays
here and sees that our prisoner
doesn't escare."
For the first time Haste spoke.
Pm pretty sure of it," the de-
tectiye answered.
And my sister," said Haste.
my sister," Dagon echoed.
Never had Dagon wanted anything
so much in his life as to go down
that ladder, and be the first one to
open the door of Pandora's room.
He felt that by instinct she would
recognize him as her brother. But
he must sacrifice that wonderful
moment to duty. He must be the
man to guard Magnani, and let the
others go.
Hardly had the two begun to de-
scend when it occurred to Dagon
that there might be key in the
| pocket of Magnani. He found it as
he expected, and tossed it to Haste.
Ken missed it, however, and the big,
| ungainly bit of iron fell with a
metallic crash at the bottom of the
| ladder. Wells, who had started first
to descend, snatched the key as he
stepped off the last round. The pas
sage and the two doors were in
front of him, and the image of Pan
was In his mind as he tried the key
In the door at the right. There was
no keyhole, he found, however, only
two bolts. and both had been Slip
, ped back. He lifted the old
fashioned latch, and flung the door
open. Light streamed out, and he
had scarcely time to take in the pic
ture within, when Haste bounded
past him.
1t was no moment for remember
ing the amenities Of life. Haste had
looked over Wells shoulder and had
seen Fanny Gillett in the act of
choking Eve to death. If he had had
to kill Rawdon Wells to pass him.
he would have done it then without
a qualm of remorse. But Rawdon
| also saw the picture and did not
blame his friend as he stumbled
pack from the rough push. For an
instant ne lost his balance, for his
lameness was handicap; and re-
covering himself he caught at the
door frame. 1t was but a second or
two, yet there was time enough for
haste to tear Eve from Fanny
Gliletts grasp, and fling the latter
aside like discarded glove.
There was horror and despair on
Fanny's dark face-the despair of
failure; but Haste did not see IT. He
saw only Eve. Rawdon thought he
dld not even know that Miss Gillett
had fallen face down on the stone
moor: She had let herself fall. and
she lay quite still. as If the end of
the world had come for her.
"Eve-Eve, my darling INV
precious girl! Look at meNSpeak
one word. Oh thank God, I was in
time! You're alive!" Haste poured
OUT the words passionately, his
pride regained in his arms.
Rawdon moved away, and went to
the door OF the room across the
narrow passage. He turned the kew
IN the lock. and even as he did so
tne door was pulled open by some
one inside. There was light in this
.ooIn also. Pan stood there looking
OF old tapestry. "Oh. Dom" she