New Britain herald., 1925-07-30
BEGIN HERE TODAY

trSman, IS suspected or the murder of
 Sir Francis Lathrop by Adrian klyne, private detective employed by Margaret daughter Of the mur- dered man, But Inspector Roakc suspects
 ! Sir Guy l.athrop Margare,s be- trothed.
 | Adela Larkin assists Kl!ne in ob- teinng evidence from Wilmot, called Monkey Face. She is i'm prisoned by Monkey Face and Is forced 10 write a decoy letter to i klyne.
 But as Wilmot is about to drop the letter in the post box it Is snatched from him by an unseen 1 hand. He returns 10 the cave where the girl is in captivity. As he en- tcrs she asks "Postcd the letter." i NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 "No. missy" he replied. "The letter is not in the post. Some devil came along and pinched it out Of my hand as was about 10 drop it in the box
 Adela's face yielded no secrets to the searching gaze fixed upon it. She was quite alive 10 the interpretation put upon her transient smile, and she saw the importance Of not per mitting any more thought reading. Nor was she much cast down by the abstractio Of the letter and the dis may it had evidently brought to the dictator of the letter. For Adcla did not account for the "pinching' by the yaearics Of some chance met plunderer, but by the deep design Of someone hostile 10 W'ilmot And there was only one man she knew Of hostile to W-iImot who was also capable Of deep designs. If the letter had fallen into his hands all might yet be well.
 X moment later she had reason to hope that her surmise was correct and that the lntter-snatcher she had in mind would not be long in com ing. Wilmot drew knife. cut her bonds and hauled her 10 her feet
 1 'Danc" for mo. dear" he ordernd.
 "I will, when cav mo"e my limbs" came the answer with un- expected complacency. "At present I Hm too stiff for anvthing."
 The knots he had tied rendered | thn Al the wretch watched tho sir gl0at- irgly as shn rogained supplcness hy massagine her legs and working her arms in graceful calisthenic ex- ercise.
 Thnn suddenly she began 10 dance. at first swaying her body slowly sideways. but quickly changing the step to a rapid gyration which at brief intervals turned her back to- wards her delighted audience. But on facing him again after the third turn -ahout she halted in hor tracks ard Wimot found himself staring into the n1uzzle Of dainty revolver.
 Put up your hands," said Miss r.arkin.
 And Immediately she broke into a gurgle of laughter, noting the con- stcrnation Of her captor as he oheved.
 Come off it, missy" he rrotestod. Iovor that blasted pistol for Gawd's sake. r. might % off. YOU not boin~ nsod to such tools, This aint 2 Wild West show. and you ain't no bloomin' desncrado."
 rut he nneativnd his pacific cver- turos by murr'"ring under his brr"th nrito ardihlv:
 "1 ought to havs searched tte It, tlo--"
 "1 want t',ot right land a little higher" said tdc'a. TIer tone was perfectly friendly, f rather con- ter'ntuous.
 The right rand went ID ill a nod told Adola's human target that the desired elevation had heen reached. The dexter hand of Wilmot was far enough from his hip pocket 10 give a sense of security.
 There began a duel Of eyes and wits, Wilmot fighting for an idea that might enable him to break down the girls guard, and Adela prepared 10 counter any deviltry he might desire. At the slightest sign of movement she would shoot him. but she was sustained by the hope that the man of deep designs would arrive before she had 10 soil her hands with this foul creatures blood.
 For three long hours neither of them stirred from the positions as- sumed when Adela leveled her re- voIver. She was beginning to de- spair Of the letter having reached its addressee. or Of his having been able to read the cipher message she had interpolated. What was 10 be the end of the present impasse If he dic not come she could not foresee. She could not stand there aiming pisto indefinitely. She would have tc have food and drink or faint from exhaustion.
 Pondering this, the question oc' cured 10 her: Why remain there al all? Why not march the delinquent to the police station in the village al the point of her pistol and charge him with assauIting her? The pleasure of the prospect was reflect 9 ed In her eyes, and she ought to have r been warned that its reaction on hel enemy had tensed his muscles and prepared him for action.
 we have had enough of this, - she said. "You will keep your hands ] above your head and walk out of the shelter, proceeding to the police sta ton. I shall walk behind you and will blow out your brains if you show any signs of playing the fool.'
 Right you are, missy" whlned WiImot. Any port in storm You have got me on toast, and shan't play the fool"