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Mason City, Iowa
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Friday, February 6, 1931
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miLAUGHTER tlXLEA t.fO BT CTHAI. TRESS ASSOCIATION--COTf RfOHt- ,A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY by MILES BURTON BEAD THIS FIRST: The famous 'diamond necklace of ' Lady Hardway is;stolen by Thomas Herridgc, a notorious crook, fn London. Slinking along the street after . the robbery Herridge Is accosted by ; two men, who handcuff him, take the diamonds and promise to take him to Scotland Yard for questioning. On the way, the.burglar suddenly leaps ,out ot the car nnd escapes Into the fog. To free himself of the handcuffs, Herridgo makes .for the home of Ginger Murdock. another crook, · NOW GO'ON WITH THE STORY .CHAPTER 3. Mr. Herridge's way lay thru Penton ville, and as he climb eel thu hill, he realized to his horror, that the fog was .perceptibly thinning. This would never do, he must keep to the lower ground. He swung round and set out once more at'a slightly increased pace. And at the very first corner he almost collided with a policeman, He might still have saved himself but'the encounter was the final blow to his shattered nerves. In a sudden and 'unreasoning access of panic he took to bis heels and ran blindly in the first direction .which presented itself. The policeman, amazed at this confession of guilt, gave immediate chose. Even then Mr. Herridge might have escaped, had his terror not been so extreme that he failed to notice the curb on the opposite side of the road. He tripped and fell, and before he could:.«rag himself to his feet the policeman's hand was upon him. - ' · "'Ere, what's the game?" asked the policeman indignantly. _ "Think you're playing a game of tip and run, 'or what? 'Ullo, what's this?" Mr. Herridge's hands had fallen out of his sleeves, and the handcuffs glinted'patently in the light of the policeman's lantern. The latter examined them with puzzled interest. But Mr. Herridge's wits were coming back to him. This man at least was a bit foggy-like, I took them on. Only came up to town today, 1 did. Thot I might find a job o' work to keep my wife ana kids. What would ( be the good of my lying to you, sergeant?" "Some folks tell lies because 'comes natural," replied the sergeant. "We'll fix you up with board and lodging for the night, anyhow, till we'find out a bit more about you in the morning." "But you can't put me in the cells!" expostulated Mr. Herridge. "I ain't, done nothing you can charge me with." "Charge you!" exclaimed the sergeant. "I'll charge you all right. Being in unlawful possession ,of n pair of handcuffs, the property of his majesty the king. Put him in number six, George." * * * As a result of a telephonic message from the sergeant to Scotland Yard, Detective Inspector Brooks of the C. I. D. arrived at the police station in the early hours of the following morning. Brooks was an imposing and formidable figure! standing well over six feet in socks, with a chest like a bull and a voice like a foghorn. He had risen from the ranks by the merit of several brilliant pieces of work.' Behind his massive appearance he had a quick and shrewd brain, and a rough good nature which had earned him, even among criminals, the reputation of being a white man. 'It's a queer thing about this chap, sir," gaid the sergeant, course his account of himself is all bunkum. We went thru his pockets and found a very decent collection of tools and a pair of gymnasium ^~ shoes. He's one of the regulars, all "~ right, and no doubt you will be able to identify him." "Did he give you his name and address, sergeant?" asked Brooks. The sergeant smiled. "He said his name was Tomkin-J, that he had wife arid family in Wigan, and that had evidently not been warned of J I 16 came to London for the first time his escape, and in the fact lay the yesterday," he replied. "As a matter glimmer of a chance for him; I of fact, a blind man could tell that 'What's this mean?" asked the he is a cockney, and that he's never policeman sternly. I been farther than Margate." "It's a bet," replied Mr. Herridge "And your man found him wan- earnestly. "There was a couple of dering about with a pair of hand- chaps in, a pub what bet I could cuffs on, did he?" v said Brooks, not walk across London in these I "That's a queer thing, for we've had 'ere thngs without being copped, no news of a prisoner escaping from 111 be getting back and pay up." I his escort. You saw Mm ydurself Plenty of time for that," re- with the handcuffs on, I suppose?" marked the policeman pleasantly. "He had them on when he was You come along with me and tell brot in," replied the sergeant. "I've he SB r«»nf a n ,,,,,,,, , t H e's a rare got the ' m h £ e , sil% ^3 ?. d like yol , quietly, j to have a i ook at them, if you don't mind." -- ' He produced the handcuffs, and laid them out for the inspector to examine. Brooks took them up and turned them over carefully. They were an ordinary regulation pair, K f * H too if I w " there was no possibility of escape "You've no call to march me thru the streets like this," he whined "I'll come quietly enough if you'li ^ M c ° u ^ e found in a W P°» c ^ take these blasted-things off Whv statlon - But Brooks seemed to find people will think I'm arrested!" ' ' t h e m interesting, for he examined "Funny how people make these e very inch of them, with the utmost little mistakes," replied the police- car e. At last he put them down: with man imperturbably. "If we. meet I a puzzled frown. "It'3 a rum thing, : any o£ your friends I'll explain thatl sergeant, but I can't see tue official : " vife're merely "having' a. -'-stroll ' to-' stamp^^ on -them," -he -said. .,..,..- ;,,.;'. V' gether. Now, then, come along and I \"No, sir," replied the -sergeant, don't let's have any more of youi "That's what seemed queer to me SWank." . Thev'ro VirnYiH now c« if in»«i*. no f t The police station, was not far away, and they reached it without further adventure. Mr. Herridge was led before the sergeant, who regarded him with marked disfavour while the constable told his story. But what filled 'Mr. Herridge with amazement was that he was obviously not recognized. Was it possible that during the hours he had spent wandering thru London the news of his escape from the plainclothes men had not been circulated? If this were so, there was. no point in. his giving himself away before he need. "It's as true as I stand here,' sergeant," he .protested. "Couple o' chaps in a pub at Islington bet me I wouldn't walk to the Bank and back without being spotted. Bet me a fiver, they did, and seeing that it They're brand new, so it isn't as if it could have been rubbed off. Looks to me as if they'd been issued somehow without being stamped." · "It looks like it, certainly," replied Brooks. He walked across the room to the window, where he stood staring reflectively into the yard beneath. That a pair of handcuff." could have come into use at any police-station without being stamped with the official mark was unthinkable. He was well acquainted with the routine of the stores department, and he knew that the absence of the stamp could not have escaped the. many' eyes which would have inspected them before issue. Brooks turned abruptly from the window. 'Til have a look at your Mr. Tomplclns, if you don't mind. (Turn to rage'14, Column 2). 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