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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 13

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14 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE FEBRUARY 7 1931 ?, ' If MAD LAUGHTER t . i VIKLEASED or comiu. ftasa *«Mct* /A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY UTlOH--COTOtXMT.. IH* by MILES BURTON BEAD THIS FIRST: The famous diamond necklace of Lady Hardway is stolen by Thomas Herridge, a notorious crook) in 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 of the car and escapes into the fog. To free himsolf of the handcuffs, Herridge makes for the home of Ginger Murdock, another crook. Ho stumbles into a policeman. Herridge.. explains the handcuffs by saying he Iiad worn them on a bet. The policeman, however, takes him to a police station. " A sergeant there does not recognize him. Herridge tells a story of having a wife and children in Wigan, /a suburb,' altho his dialect is London cockney. The sergeant summons Inspector Brooks, who recognizes Herrldee. (NOW GO ON WTTH THE STORY) CHAPTER 4 "Come, now Pussy," continued the Inspector, "That story you told.the sergeant won't do, you know. Tou might have kept it to amuse those kiddies of yours at Wigan. We're bound to find out the truth in an hour or two, anyhow. You may just as well cough up the story and get it over." In a flash Mr. Herrldge's rnind was made up.,Brooks did not know that he had taken the Hardway diamonds!. Impossible as it seemed, he had not heard of his arrest -by the plain-clothes men. Perhaps they had not made their report yet, perhaps they were still searching for him! There was, of course, no hop of escape. Ultimately the news mus come thru. But Mr. Herridge, with Brooks left the cell, and walked slowly back along the corridor to the sergeant's room. "I haven't got it yet, sergeant," he said cheerfully. "The man is an old friend of mine. He's never done time yet, but he's been more or less under observation for a couple of years. His name is Tom. Herridge, and he lives in Creek Street, Wapping. But how he came by those handcuffs x I can't make out. Bring him up-and get him remanded for further evidence. I'll' have a look round Wapping myself tonight." On hia way back to Scotland Yard the Inspector devoted his mind .to this curious adventure of Pussy Herridge. That there was more in It than met the eye, he was, convinced. He was pretty certain that the handcuffs with ; which he had been manacled did not belong to the police. In the first "pla.ce,- there was the difficulty of accounting for the absence of the official stamp, and in the second, it was unthinkable that the escape of a prisoner should riot have been immediately notified to the police. Vyho, then had handcuffed him, and why? Inspector Brooks had made an exhaustive study of the methods of the rival gangs of criminals which the instincts, of a rat in a would fight to the last gasp. .trap Rather because lying came to him naturally than in any hope of being believed, he instantly framed a new story. "Well, I don't mind telling you, Mr. Brooks," he replied. "'. didn't like to say it to the sergeant here. All the police siren't like you, sir. Once they gets a down on a chap they don't give him a chance. Truth is, Mr. Brooks, I got properly blind last night, and I don't rightly know what happened." "Let that be an awful warning to you, Pussy," remarked the Inspector. "Carry on, my lad, and let's hear the sordid story of the debauch." "Well, it was this way, sir. I've been getting a bit fed up with Wapping lately. It's no place for a chap what wants to run straight. The boya . there persecutes an honest chap 'sometning terrible. 'So I looks about, and hears of a decent place in Islington, and yesterday ev enlng ^,^, ,, I goes : :up.t6;have a look at it. ;W ell, ,~ : - ..'.' yqit know iio'w it is sir, I walks into a "pub, I don't rightly remember the name of it, and gets talking with a lot of young chaps, like myself." "No doubt a most edifying conversation, Pussy," commented the Inspector. "And what next?" "That's just what I can't tell -you, Mr. Brooks. It's my belief that they doped my drink. We hadn't had more than a dozen rounds or so when I begins to feel all funny and sleepy like. And the next thing I knows, I was walking about with them blessed bracelets on. Didn't know where I was, Mr. Brooks, and that's a fact. I must have walked miles thru the fog. It's a mercy I wasn't run over or something. And as for the tools, why, them, chaps must have put them in my pockets, _ filr." thranged the underworld of London. He knew to a certainty that Mr. Herridge was involved wito these, and he had a pretty .shrewd suspicion that the- machinations of one of the gangs were responsible for his adventure. It was, for instance, quite possible that somebody had found it convenient to keep Herridge out of the way while some coup was in preparation, in order to prevent him or his friends from an- -- ticipating the attempt,'whatever I might be. Herridge might have been liired to some convenient house, and there locked up and -handcuffed From this seclusion ne had escaped and had been/on his way home, whet the Pentonville constable arrestec him. Hot at all an unlikely theory. The more Brooks considered it, the more he liked it. It would account for the amazing- fairy stories Herridge had chosen to tell. If the gang which had trapped him had been, a powerful one, he would not Slave dared to put the police on the track of its members. Herridg* would realize»the fate likely to over- ake him if he mentioned names, and would prefer to submit to the nconvenience of a few days in ths :ells. No serious charge dould be aid against htm, for, after all, there was no law against people walking about in handcuffs. In Brooks' eyes the matter was if very little importance, so far as lerridge himself was concerned. But it mignt form a clew to the machinations of some powerful gang, whose activities, if revealed, might throw light upon hitherto ufisolved I crimes. Trace-tiie gang writch nadl The Inspector's face took on an expression of respectful admiration. "Gee, I wish I had your imagination, Puasy," he exclaimed. "The chief's always saying that the first quality in a detective is imagination. I'd be one of the Big Four if I had you to help me. In fact, I think I'll put you away where I know where to 'find you for a bit. I can come to you for advice now and then, can't I?" found it convenient to kidnap Her- I ridge, discover their reasons for so doing, and a whole series of interesting facts might be discovered. So Brooks reasoned. The difficulty was, how to make Herridge speak. Brooks, essentially kindhearted as ne was, often regretted the prejudices of civilization which disapproved of a little mild torture. Nothing desperate, of course. Just a glowing brazier with a few hot irons on it. Their actual application would scarcely be necessary. The presence alone of this gentle stimulant would be quite sufficient to overcome the reluctance of criminals of the Herridge type-The inspector sighed as he forced his thots into more orthodox channels. Denied the possibilities of physical intimidation, he would be "compelled to resort to subtler methods. Herridge, if he.could not be made to speak, might be entrapped. into statements which could be used aa clews. 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