The Washington times., 1929-12-12

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Hemming nodded.
Then Guy said: Get me out
OF herei Anywaysome way.
Hal--get me outR'
He was wild now. He proWled
back and forth in his narrow
cage. And he saw nothing but
images Of Pat. He saw her face,
glowing In the moonlight-pure,
radiant, pitifully young against
the waxy, white gafdenias He
flung from this image to the
stark fact of her disappearance.
Someone had climbed into his
plane and carried her off. And
the whole earth cOnspired to
keep her from him.
He wondered II he were ut
terly mad. And all these gro
tesque happenings were indeed
the work Of nightmare.
He would get out of it, find
himself standing before Q mir
ror, pulling q aecktie snappily
TO place. Find himself climbing
into his car, giving q merry
wink perhaps to some pretty
girl whose eyes followed him,
flushing. He would find hard,
brown hands. little and ever so
dear, claSped about his neck,
rapt n1urmllrS thrilling and
singing in his ears.
How was it possible this Shin
ing Youth Of yesterday had be
come the desperate fellow Of to-
day? Could anyone believe the
monstrous, incredible thing?
He pleaded with his friends
who came stalwartIy to his de-
tense; pleaded with newspaper
reporters, with detectives; even
with his jailerS to let him out
-let him find her.
Wasn't 1T proof Of his limo
cence that Pat too was gone?
What man, unless he were corn
pletely depraYed, would let the
girl he loved be taken away
alone By another, by his part
ner In q fiendish crime? Even
. thug would stop at this.
He became almost insensate
when they refused to believe
him. These police. by holding
him, were bringing death, per-
haps worse, to Pat. They were
keeping him behind these bars,
and somewhere, in the custody
OF an unknown scoundrel, Pat
was held. She might be bat
ting this fellow: might be tor
tured by him might be bested.
He called on the public to
weigh his case. He demanded
TO see Bryce.
Only when Laura Dawn came
and stood outside this terrible
visitors cage In the Hall of JUS
tice, only then was he crushed
and quiet. He couldn't bear to
look in Laura'S eyes.
Nor could she endure the look
Of his. They tortured each
other these two.
! Laura felt the devastation Of
an awful death-a comfortless
bereavement In her soul. Her
Pat would not return-thiS girl
whom she loved and who for
20 years had been the pride Of
their Utmost hearts--her heart
and Richards -was gone.
Had gone from her that happy
Monday morning lit seemed so
happy now In comparison with
the mortal deSolation of other
days--these days.
And Pat was not returning.
Worse than she had dared to
fear had happened.
She asked fearfully: why did
they take Pat? Are the two
kidnapingS connected?
Still more desperately, Guy
answered: Il figure they didn't
count on taking Pat. Why
would they? But she was watt
ing for me. 1t was cold that
day. She climbed into the cabin
to wait. She often did this. In
the dark. the fellow didn't see
her. He'd phoned to have the
plane tuned UP, because he
wanted to make a lightning get
away. He carried Pat off with
out knowing 1t and without her
ever guessing that any but I
had climbed into the plane.
Until too late"
What hats he done with her?
Guy might he have flung her
from the plane over the noun
tains somewhere? Figuring she
might interfere with the plan?"
No! No one would do
that"
The ransom is paid. Why
are they net returned2"
This was the qCe EEion on
everyone'S lips. 1t strengthened
the case against Guy. He had
buried the ransom in the hills;
his confederate, injury at his
failure. would not return Pat
and Billy. And in fury, this
confederate had sent the death
message from Berkeley on Sun
day. He might even have COM
mitted the murder might have
chloroformed Barbara's little
boy.
Tim Chase took Guys dog
cit 70 the flume. Again and