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Mason City, Iowa
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Tuesday, February 10, 1931
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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE FEBRUARY 1931 MAD LAUGHTER VZUUBZD nr pcrnui. mzss A«*W.I*TIOM-- cofxnnuJT, n » . . A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY by MILES BURTQNi · v . . CHAPTER 6 v, Sir Edric Conway was extremely popular at the Yard. His subordinates knew tbat be trusted them, and that he allowed no rigid interpretation of discipline to act as a bar between him and them. He laughed at tlie, inspector's rather hesitating quesUon. "Ask me anything you HSe Brooks," he replied. "I will admit that I have dined with Lord and Lady Hardway, but I wasn't at their house last night. I can produce ft perfect alibi, If you have any suspicions." "It's not tbat, sir," replied Brooks. "I only Wondered why Mr. Peh- hampton came here to see you about the matter. I should have thot Lord Hardway himself -- " · "Oh, that's easily explained," said Sir Edric. "pick Penhampton and I are old friends. I knew his father very well. Dick offered to come straight to me with the story as soon as his sister telephoned to nim that the necklace had vanished. You didn't think that he took it, did you?'' "No, sir. I- believe I know who took it; tho I don't know where it is now," replied Brooks. "I only asked the. question because it seemed odd." "Quite right," remarked Sir Ed ric approvingly. "You say you think you know who took it?" "I'fl like to make a few more inquiries before I say for certain, sir. As It happens, the man I suspect is under lock and key at this.moment. I saw at once, as soon as I had ex-' amined the place, that it is the same old story over again. There are traces of how the in an got in scattered all over the front of the house. He just climbed up to the window of Lady Hardway's bedroom, forced the hasp, and let himself in. If it's .as I think, the burglar played the old trick of getting into the house as a servant. Anyhow, a stranger had the run of the place for three weeks or BO. The safe is one of those silly things hidden behind a bit of folding panelling. Anybody could open it with a skeleton key, once. he knew where it was." "Well, you seem to have got on pretty well, Brooks," remarked Sir EMric. "What are you going to do next?" "Circulate a description of the stones, sir," replied Brooks. "I expect that whoever has got the necklace will break it up and try to sell the stones abroad. Then I'm going to trace the niovements of the man I suspect, and if he was the burglar, find out what he has, done with the stuff." Sit Edric nodded. "Do whatever you think best, Brooks," he said. "You had better turn over anything el^e you have on hand to some one else,. Pollard f op choice, and stick tq tfiiis necklace, business until you - ' . . Brooks left the assistant commis- soner'a office and went to his own room to think over what he had learnt. That Pussy Heridge was the perpetrator of the crime he had no doubt It would be easy enough to prove that he had posed as Clarke; Phelps the butler could identify him if necessary. Brooks smiled as he reflected . upon the crass stupidity of the Ordinary professional crook. Herridge had no doubt heard of the name of Wigan in some economic allusion and the name had stuck in his head. ' Herridge's identity with Clarke being established, it would be a fair assumption that he had taken the necklace. The point was, what had he done witli it, and what was the true explanation of his handcuff adventure? The most likely theory waa that more than one man 1 was in the plot. Herridge had removed the necklace from the safe in Woodbridge Square and had taken it to some prearranged rendezvous. 'Here his . accomplices bad met him, and, determined to secure his share of the booty for themselves, had made off with the necklace, leaving him gagged and handcuffed. Herridge had escaped and been arrested by the policeman at Pentonville. Brooks smiled as he realized Herridge's predicament. He could not put the police on the track of his confederates without admitting that he had himself stolen the necklace. On the other hand, every day that he spent in gaol lessened his chances of being able to track them down and secure his share of-the booty, as he would almost certainly have done had he not been arrested. And then the inspector was struck with an idea. Why not let Pussy guide him to the necklace? Set the man at liberty, and shadow him night and day? He sat back in his chair and considered the matter in all its bearings. "That's the dodge!" he exclaimed. "I'll set about it'tomorrow. I think the much-injured Pussy is better out of the way until I've finished my job this evening. With a bit of luck I might learn a thing ol 1 two." That evening, §hortly_ after six o'clock, Inspector Brooks sauntered into the district station at Westminster and took a train epustwards. He had made no attempt' to disguise himself; indeed his burly frame scarcely lent itself to any of the usual, and futile, methods. He left the train at Mark Lane, and walked slowly across Tower Hill, stopping to admire the Port of London Authority building, which loomed up, huge and graceful, in the grey haze of the December evening. Then, leaving the approach to the Tower Bridge on his right hand, he turned into the dark entrance of Katherine Way. At once he seeme'd to leave London behind him. The thronging crowds, hurrying from the city homewards, disappeared as. if by magic, their place taken by the soU itude of the warehouses on either side of him. Now and then a heavy lorry lumbered past him, laden with baJes of some mysterious merchandise, or stood driverless outside the dimly lighted window of a public house. Men slouched past him, broad-shouldered forms, whose peculiar bowed walk showed them to be dock laborers. The roar of London came faintly to his ears, punctuated at intervals by the insistent hooting of some impatient tug upon the river. As he went still further eastward, a broad shaft of light struck across the darkness of the road, intensifying the illusion of it being a deep and narrow cleft between towering cliffs. A wide door stood open, and Brooks paused to contemplate the entrance. .A vast pillared hall stretched away, seemingly to infinity, its further extremity shrouded in a luminous haze. Bales and crates filled it, arranged in fantastic pile^ suggesting the curious grouping ot some \ futuristic architect. Ajid, froin'tn'e' open.' do'or" came a strange heart-stirring scent, conveying subtly the whole magic 6f tKe East. Inspector Brooks smiled as he inhaled it. He knew the hall for what it was, merely one of the warehouses surrounding St. Katherine Dock. 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