The Birkenhead News and Wirral General Advertiser. — 1907-06-15 (Birkenhead, Merseyside, England)

TUTTY'S STORES,  17-21, OXTON ROAD, AND 9, ROSE MOUNT.  'topped briskly up to him. seised him by the arm and hustled him toward the door. His mind being focussed on the valise, he was taken completely by surprise and offered no resistance. Moreover, they were taking him out of the room, and en attempt to break away would stand a better chance of success in the open court than behind a closed door. They rushed him straight down the gallery toward another door, which they proceeded to open. Walter hardened hirinueclee and set his teeth fo ra struggle. Brothers Manoles and Timoleon had him in their clutch, and down there in the yard, looking up with baneful eyes, was the murderous fanatic Panrie!emon. Here, also, was the Father Superior himself, an active man, despite his years. It did seem hopeless. The door was open now and they were about to shove him in. If he were to attempt to break away, now was the instant. A moment more and it would be too late. k that critical needlepoint of time, his eye caught sight of the stupid monastery servant, slouching down the gallery, bringing the valise, out of sheer force of habit. Whenever one of the monks changed his cell, or when, on rare occasions, a guest arrived, this boy acted Is porter. He had no intellect beyond doing as be was told, or as he had done before. Brother Manoles seised the valise and pitched it into the room and Walter was unceremoniously shoved in after it. There was something in the way Brother Manoles threw the valise into the chamber with a spiteful "Nab!" expressive of the dislike which often includes even the inanimate effects of a hated person. Walter entered without the least opposition. The door was locked behind him and he again found himself alone. The room which he now occupied was evidently used for storage purposes. Boxes of potatoes and ()pions stood about the floor and stalactites of garlic depended from the ceiling, while various useful implements, such as hoes, spades, and the like, leaned against the wall. There was no bed here, and no furniture other than a broken chair or two, and the remnants of an outworn and discarded mule saddle. Walter hastily and eagerly opened the valise, and there, as he expected, was the coil of rope. They seached it such a short time before. he•chuckled. They knew just what was in it, didn't they? Now what could he faster it to? A heavy hook in the ceiling was put there for holding a bag of cheese, perhaps. or.pther similar things, attracted his attentidh. By means of the boxes he was able to reach the hook, which he quickly unscrewed by passing the hoe-handle through it and twisting. It did not take long to fasten the hook securely into the floor, below the window. Then ,he tied the rope and jerked with all his might. One could hang a horse on it, he thought again. He was about to shove up the window and climb out, when he remembered something that caused him to hesitate and stand with lips pursed in surprise, and wide open wondering eyes. The recollection that saved him from a horrible death came to him through the ai dof associative memory, calling up a story that he had read in boyhood. What it was, and how Walter came to think of it now, we shall see in the next chapter.  alo be continued.)