The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-05-29
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 support her mother, younccr bro- ther and sister by working in a drug store in the small town of BeIvcdere. Her older brother. 6lIl, plans to marry ANGIE GILL; LIEN as soon as Angie divorces- her husband. Monnie is in love with DAN CARDIGAN whose wealthy parents to do not an. prove of her. SANDRA LAW HENCE, pretending to be Mon- nie's friend, tries to win Dan from her.
 Sandra becomes angry at a maid and her fathers chauffeur and dismisses them. A few days later when she receives a telc. phone message saying her father IS badly hurt Sandra hurries to nim only to find herself the vic. tim of kidnapcrs:
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER xxv
 Sandra's voice, in spite of her desperate efforts to keep it cool. had a note of hysteria. "Where are you taking me now?"
 You keep your mouth shut!" The woman in the heavy veil, the one who had joined her captor d Sandra had fieeting impression she had heard that voice before and that its owner was attempting to disguise it. She shrank from the glare of eyes tehind the heavy drapery of gauge. There was something wildly intimidating about that stare.
 They conferred for a few min- utes outside the closed door while the girl on the couch, her feet still bound, allowed her eyes to rove frantically about the room, seeking some means of escape. There seemed to be none. The window was locked and barred-- she could see that. Even if her shackles were loosed it would take some superb tactics to get out of this fetid room. Fool fol she had been to come alone! They had got her into this trap with maddening ease.
 Sandra's thoughts roved to nome and her father. He would be reading that soiled note pres- ently. If she knew him, he had already telephoned the police. Then what? Would his life also be in danger? Pretending to shrug off this notion as pure melodrama, Sandra raised her head proudly. The man re-en- tered and, stepping, loosened the ropes which bound her slender ankles together.
 Come along. you!" he said, not unkindly. We're steppin' out of here"
 Sandra brushed against the woman in the passage as she fol- lowed. Again she had a sense of imminent menace, of an almost tangible hatred.
 The man indicated she was to sit beside him in the rickety sedan. Before stepping into it Sandra glanced about quickly to fix the scene in her mind. In the dark ness she could see only rotting fence and dooryard. The whole place was like a half hundred dis couraged farms tended by renters in the countryside. There was nothing to distinguish it.
 Never mind your lookin'." the man cackled. Were not comin' this way again."
 The yelled woman clambered Into the back seat and Sandra felt those boring eyes upon her.
 They rode. pumping and sway inC, for what seemed to the girl hours although when she glanced at the dial of her watch she saw 1t was only II o'clock. Curious they didn't trouble to blindfold her! She knew this road--it was the Embury, Turn pika Wntfdntt # ha ftxo Ia thing. she thought. to scream to attract the attention of some passing motorist? For all she know alarms might have been broadcast already regarding her disappearance.
 As if reading her thoughts, a rasping voice from the rear said harshly. "No funny business now, I'v got a gun!'
 They turned left into a lane lined with poplars. Tho moon was rising and the landscape lay cool and sharply etched before them like back drop in a theater. Black against the sky rose a clumsy house, sprouting half dozen chim neys. Dark. Sinister.
 Wait here," the man com manded his henchwoman. He JuHipSu out anu WeHl dDOut to tne back of the house, returning pres ently in disgruntled mood.
 Keys not here," he cried to the woman in the back seat. San- dra had an almost insane impulse to laugh. It was so absurd, this criminal protesting innocently that he couldn't get into house be- cause he hadn't a key.
 The woman wrenched the car door open, evidencing her inten- tion of searching for the missing key. But instead she paused, stifi- ing a scream. Lights were blurring the roadbed of the lane. A car was coming toward them at top speed. "It's the cops!" yelled the man. Let's go." He flung himself into the drivers seat The starter whirred died. Again and again he tried 1t. desperation in every move. But the, car bore down on them.
 Run for it." said hoarse voice. Sandra saw the yelled wo- man trip over log. Then the lights of the car shone full into her eyes.
 You big"
 sandra looked up. half laugh ing, half crying. But instead of the friendly blue-coated figure she had expected to see. she found herself staring into the eyes of James, the chauffeur.
 "You all right?" His voice sounded relieved. The woman, having picked herself up, now be- gan to run. In a trice, the long, legged James had overtaken her. was shaking her soundly.
 Little sapm Sandra heard him saying. Didn't I tell your"
 She could hear angry sobs, a