Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-13

where. as we knew by the sounds he was
making, Sadler was struggling furiously
with the damaged mechanism OF the
car. He haa both doors open; the
moonlight shone full on him as he bent
over the machine; he turned at the
sound of our hurrying feet and saw us.
The next instant he had vanished In
the shadows behind him.
I'VE pulled up on the threshold; TO
stare into the interior.
"'Can he get out of that?' painted
Silverstein. There's q door there.
Where does it lead?'
"'This is an old pigeon cote said.
There's a stair there-he's gone up
that. Upper stories. you know-two at
least. If there's any communication pc
tween them and the rest OF the oullo-
| ings-'
I'VE ran outside and began to exam
| Inc the structure of the place. had
observed in studying the plan OF the
| farmStead from above the rav1ne tnat
| great part of house and buildings hao
| been furnished out of the ruins OF the
, old Priory. This pigeon-cote appeared
to have been originally building adult
! ting on the cloister; for anything l
| knew it might have been a gateway,
with rooms over its center arch. Any
how, it still joined on to part OF the
ruins, and I saw at once that II there
was some means of communication be-
tween it and them Sadler could get
| away at the rear and escape TO the
moors unseen. I said as much 10 ST.
verstein.
lone of us had better watch the
front and the other the back he said.
| Why doesn't Madison turn up? That
firel The whole place will be blazing In
another 10 minutes. And-those men!
| OF course, that's what this devil IN
| tended-to burn them, so that NOBODY
could tell what had happened to them!
"'If we'd only somebody who would
run to the village began.
before anybody reached Starrick
village from here the whole thing Will
be on f1rel' he interrupted. Johnson,
we ought to get those men out! Don't
you see! A doctor ought to see their
bodies! There'll be nothing left for any
doctor to examine If that blaze goes
on. Come on while there's time! Let's
leave this man, wherever he is--he can't
get far
I'VE ran back to the house and to
! the window through which we had seen
! the two men, drugged or dead, and the
sweeping flames from the kitchen, or
whatever it was that lay behind the
living room. The flame was still creep
| ing and licking its way, but the two
men were Just where we had seen them,
and so far untouched. There was a
door close by, but it was locked and
bolted: we had to go round corner in
search of another. We found one
| through which, no doubt, Sadler had
passed on his way to the coach house;
anyway, it was open, and we made our
way into the house and through rap
| idly gathering smoke to the living room
and the two men. There We beat out
the fire that was steadily gaining
ground and looked closer at what we
had come to rescue.
cit needed no more than a touch to
convince us that both men were dead
stone dead! And Silverstein, always
practical, turned to the supper table
and caught up the bottle of spirits
which stood three quarters consumed
there and, forcing the cork tightly in,
| put 1t in his pocket.
"'That1l have to be Analysed he
said. Look here, Johnson-or, rather,
smell here! Two Of these glasses have
| had this stun in them. This glass
| Sadler's-of course, has held nothing
but waterl Well, let's drag them out
and lay them in the yard. This man
first-you take his feet; I'll take his
shoulders
"He pointed to Bratten. who lay
across the sofa, his face still hideous