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February 12, 1931

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 20

Mason City, Iowa
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Thursday, February 12, 1931
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- 20 MAD LAUGHTER A T-llnir t .. ,_**f""°"°= m ^TMo*'~3«l° " " ^TM» » , A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY by MILES BURTON CHAPTER 8 The burglary at Woodrtdge Square had taken place on Thursday evening-. On the following Tuesday occurred an incident which sent a wave o£ horror thru even the unemotional circles at Scotland /Sard, arid eclipsed in interest even,the sensational disappearance of the Hard way diamonds. Shortly after dark, P. ; C. Llmmer, of the Middlesex Constabulary, was cycling.towards Brentbridge, where he was stationed, along a cross-road between two of the main arteries which run from the westward towards London. Brentbridge itself, being only about fifteen miles from Hyde Park Corner and lying on one of the main arterial roads, is a busy enough little place, but the flat country r,ound it, largely devoted to market gardening, is pretty well deserted after dark. Constable Limmer, looking forward to the termination-of his tour of duty, pedalled steadily onwards. There was very-little traffic on this particular cross-road, tho a constant stream of vehicles, heavy and light,'poured along the arterial roads on either Bide of it. The road was narrow and. winding, running between low hedges, beyond which stretched interminable rows of winter greens. Llmmer was within a couple of' miles of his destisatlon when he heard the imperious blare of an electric hooter-behind him. He drew in to the side of the road and dismounted. Turning r o u n d he » a w a p a i r o f . glaring headlights advancing upon him at what seemed a terrific speed. He drew his machine almost into the ditch. A huge vehicle, its details indistinguishable to his eyes, 'blinded by tha glare, swept past him. Limmer, scandalized by this excessive speed on the narrow country Jane, shouted to the driver to stop but his voice was utterly drownec by the rattling of the lorry. As its tail light disappeared round a cor ner a few yards farther on, the outraged Llmmer tried to distinguish the number. It seemed to be PK 8743. Limmer took out his note-book and began to make an entry by the light of his bicycle Jamp. He could sti!l hear the lorry roaring and pounding away in the distance and he shrugged his shoulders philosophically. The driver must be drunk, to travel like that on so rough a road. Apart from the danger of the sergeant. "All right, we'll trace the number and run the chap in for driving to the danger of .the public," said the latter. "As for this case he dropped, it's not our business, but we can't let It Ha in the road ali night. Get your tea and then take a couple of chaps and an iron bur and shove it into the ditch. If there's any address on It, we'll communicate with the owners." Half an hour later Limmer set out with two more stalwart constables and soon reached the spot where the case had fallen out of the lorry. The case'itself was lying as Llmmer had left it and the three men set to work to move it towards the ditch. "Get the bar under it and we'll roll it over," suggested Limmer. ·* "Lumme, it's heavy!" panted one of the others. "It's big enough to hold a couple of lamp-posts." By the exercise of their united strength the three men succeeded in rolling the case first on its side and finally 6n.its base, so that the lid was upwards. "Here, stop a - ute!" exclaimed Llmmer. "There's an address of some kind on it." .One of the men produced an electric torch and flashed it on to case. The address was enough, it was neatly stenciled in black paint.. And as they read the three men uttered a slmultane ous exclamation of astonishment. On the lid of the case was inscribed: PERSONAL "URGENT THE ASSISTANT COMMISSIONER CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION DEPARTMENT SCOTLAND YARD, S. W. 1 "Well, that's a rum thing!" ex claimed Limmer. "Lucky I was about when this was dropped. : wonder what's inside it? "Says 'personal'," suggested one of the others. "Perhaps it's Christmas pudding for the assistant commissioner from some of his admirers. It's heavy enough, Whal are we going to do about it? "You two chaps stop here and keep an eye on it, while I ride'back and tell the sergeant," replied Limmer. After some argument, based upon the contention that the case was the proceeding, he would cvertainly shake the lorry to pieces. And then, as if to justify his prediction, a crash came from the direction of the unseen lorry. "Crikey, he's run into something!" muttered Ltmmer, as he jumped on his bicycle and set off -down the ,. road. But it. was apparent that. '"^whatever had happened, the lorry had not stopped. He could still hear it crashing along on Its mad career, the noise growing gradually fainter in the distance. Limmer turned the corner, his acetylene lamp casting a beam of light on the road before him. Something was lying there, rignt in the middle of the road, something massive and motionless. He rode up to it and dismounted. It was a bulky wooden packing-case, such as is used for the transport of pieces of machinery. It had fallen upside down and was lying on its lid, which was firmly bolted on. Limmer tried to move it, but, altho he was a powerful man, he only succeeded in pushing it a few inches. % He regarded it for several moments in. disgust. The thing was an obstruction and might easily cause an accident if left where it was. It would have to be removed, there was no doubt about that. He beni down once more and by dint of several minutes of hard work succeeded in moving it sufficiently near one side of the road to allow room for traffic to pass. Then he mounted his bicycle again and rode on into Brentbridge. Here he reported the incident to not likely to run away if left to itself, this course was agreed to. The sergeant, not best pleased at having hree of his men engaged on a matter which did not concern him, snorted indignantly. "It's the Yard's business, not ours," he said. ring them up and tell them. lorry ought to have got there by now and the driver will find out that he's lost the case. We'll learn who he is that way, anyhow." The sergeant went away to telephone. After a few minutes he returned. "The lorry hasn't turned up yet," he said. "If it arrives within the next hour or so, they'll send it back. If not, they'll send out a van of their own. Anyway, I can't spare half the Force to watch the blasted thing. You get back there and stop till some one comes and send the other two fellows in." Limmer commenced his vigil without any great enthusiasm. He spent most o£ his time walking up and down the lane to keep himself warm, varying this exercise by sitting on the tox and smoking a surreptitious cigarette. The hours passed slowly enough, and it was not until ten o'clock that the glare.of approaching headlights were those of a police-tender. The vehicle drew up beside him and half a dozen men jumped out. It had evidently called at Brentbridge police station on its way. The driver of specie d the case "We're going to have a job this!" he exclaimed. "Lucky I thol of picking up you fellows." With some difficulty the case was picked up and deposited in the tender, which immc liately drove off in the direction of London. (TO BE CONTINUED) FORLORN FIGURES By CLIFFORD McBRIDE The doctor who is told by garage man he can .grind the valves, but he will have to see another specialist about the ignition. MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE FEBRUARY 12 MUGGS McGINNIS A HUMWO E=oUUARS?n WHAT J OM EARTH CD VbU WAKiT WITH A ^ HUNDRED W.UARS HATS QUITS A MAD You PlAM- To DO RR KIM? YA O5UUO HAVE-? I'D SETT HIM A MICE FUR. COAT, Sb'S H ' (SET SO COLD STAUDlNT IM -TU 1 eREADT Sweet Charity! 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