The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa on February 18, 1931 · Page 11
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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 11

Mason City, Iowa
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Wednesday, February 18, 1931
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FEBRUARY 18 1931 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE MAD LAUGHTER BY CEKTKAL. DtESB JUSOLlATlOK-COWllKlHr ]| 1 t _____ _ . . A . t S B JUSOLlATlOK-COWllKlHr ]|U ^A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY * by MILES BURTON BEAD THIS FIRST: On a night of London fog-, Thomas Herrldge, expert cracUsmart, stol the famous Hardu-ay diamonds-and yet when he was .discovered bj the police they were riot in his pos session: Sir Edric Conway, assistan police commissioner, sets Inspecto, Brooks on the trial, but the detec tlve's dead body is delivered to Sh Edric in a packing- case. Young: Dick Penhiimpton, a friend of Sir Edrie's takes the trail. Disguised as a down anti-outer, Dick visits a ha'ngoul known as the -Margate Jetty. He wins the confidence of several suspects and tells them he is looking f"r a job. They promise to tell their boss. The next day a messenger arrives to see Dick and his companion known as Jerry. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY MUGGS McPINNIS CHAPTER IS The urchin, who had resumed his whistling-, subjected Dick to , the aame careful scrutiny which he had bestowed upon Jerry. The resull t l seemed to satisy him, for he raised his hand in a mock salute. "Evening Captain/ 1 he said pleasantly, "You're 1 wanted over yonder in .Wapping Corner of Creek Street." And without waiting for a reply, he ran off. Dick returned to the back kitchen. "I'm off after my job, Evans," he said. "I can't say when I shall be back, but you had better stay in these rooms till you hear from me I'm not going- to tell you any more so that if anybody comes here anc asks you where I am, you can truthfully say you don't know." "Very good, sir," replied Jerry. And then, rather longingly: "You don't happen to be going anywhere where there's a chance of a scran sir?" "No, it hasn't come to that yet," said Dick. "If it comes to scrapping, I'll take you with me." He set off to walk sharply in the direction of Wapping, with a pleasant thrill of anticipation. He had guessad that the three men whom he had met on the previous evening were not what they seemed. They were cither detectives, or members of some criminal gang who haunted the Margate Jetty for a definite purpose. And it seemed to him highly probable that the latter assumption was correct. It was difficult to understand why three police officej.j should be necessary to watch so insignificant a public house. · · · · If £hey were members of a gang, then it was highly probable that he was on the way. to learn something. Whether that something would be of any use to him in his quest for the murders Of Inspector Brooks it was .impossible to say. But if he played his cards well, he believed that he might at least gain some knowledge of the personnel of the underworld, n. very necessary step upon the path ^which he had marked out for him- jreek- Street proved to be a narrow thorofare, lined on both sides by squalid looking houses leading off Wapping High street. There were not many people about when Dick reached the place, and 'he looked in vain for any of his acquaintances of the previous night. He turned the corner and slouched up the dark street, eagerly scanning the shadows for any sign of those who had sent him the message. Reflecting that he had no instructions as to which corner was intended, he walked the whole length of the street, till he reached the farther end. and found himself on the outskirts of a laby-rinlh of gloomy dwellings, among which meandered evil-smelling alley-ways, dimly lighted by infrequent lamp-posts, i )Here he rested for a few miniitf.-. i4/propped against a wall, his hands ".jin his pockets and his head sunk Jhipon his breast, the very picture of P worthlessnesE. J j From out of the darkness came a Jr-nan. sauntering- towards him. He '/might have been one of his acquain- f tances of the Margate Jetty; Dick ( could not tell for certain. The man passed him so closely as to brush against him. "You're wanted at Number 45," he said, without raising his head or pausing. "Open the door and walk in." Without a word Dick began to walk slowly back along Creek street. Number 45 turned out to be even more dilapidated than its neighbors. The plaster with had once been faced had fallen away in great irregular patches exposing the grimy and irregular brick-work beneath. Not a pane in any of the windows was whole, they having evidently served as targets for the youth of Wapping. The door, level with the pavement, had long ago lost all vestige of paint and seemed to hang precariously upon its rusted hinges. It was easy to see that the house was untenanted and condemned. With a rapid glance round him, Dick pushed open the door. It yielded to his touch, with a melancholy creaking. He found himself in utter darkness, but guessed that he was in a narrow passage. The whole place reeked of damp and of disuse; Dick fancied that he heard the scuttling of rats somewhere around his feet. He felt .a sudden urgent desire for light, for anything to reveal the horrors by -which he felt himself surrounded. But, true to the part which he was playing, he hail not brot even a match-box. He advanced cautiously a few steps along the passage, testing each creaking board with his feet before he trusted his weight upon it. The house seemed empty, and he stopped suddenly, fearing that he might be advancing into some trap. And, as he did so, he heard tho voice. It was impossible to tell the direction from which it came. It echoed, hollow and menacing", among the bare walls and uncarpeted floors. But the tone of it was harsh and imperious, the tone of a man who is accustomed to have his orders obeyed without hesitation or question. "The back room, on your left," it said. Dick groped blindly along the wall, until he found the door. The handle was damp and clammy to his fingers; a shudder of repus- nance ran thru him at its slimy touch. With a definite effort of will he turned it and opened the door. The room was in utter darkness.' a darkness thicker, if possible, than that of the passage he had just left. With faltering steps he advanced into it, feeing the rotten boards sinking beneath hin feet as he did so. And then suddenly, from close at hand, as it seemed, came again the ringing but curiously muffled sound of the voice. "Stay where you are!" Dick obeyed and stood still, his eyes trying vainly to pierce the utter blackness before him. If the room had a window, it had been blocked up, and not a glimmer of light could be seen anywhere. Dick wr/.ed expectantly. That happening was so sudden and unexpected that he could not restrain a sharp cry of amazement. A brilliant flash, as tho the house bad been struck by lightning, filled the whole room for a fraction of a second, leaving behind it a darkness seeming even more profound than before. Dick felt as tho he had been suddenly blinded. He seemed for an instant to have seen the out line of the room, empty, but for a black curtain stretched across Us farther end with something that might have been a table in front of it. Before he had recovered from his iurprise. the voice spoke again. 'Your name?" it. inquired sharply. "Captain Blackwood," replied Dick unfalteringly. "What can you do?" asked the ·oicc. Faced by this sudden question. Dick hesitated. "Ive tried mos; hings," he replied at last. "I can't say that I've made much of a success of any of them. I shouldn't be coking- for.a job now. if I had." "You are, in fact, a waster," saul (Turn to I'aur IK, Column 2 ) . INSECT LIFE By CLIFFORD McBRIDE I Motorist who risks lives of everybody in street, speeding to theater, and then stands in line for half an hour until the next show. XM JUST TRYIN' TO , KEEP MVSELF AWAKE 1 .! Lfift- Handed Applause 1331, bv _Cenlr»l Prfa Bringing Up Father ay QOU^V; I'M QOIKS TO jn OUT BEFORE. OR SHE.VU SQMD PIE OOT OUT WITH THATT- CHPPY HERRI N" OF rM \SHAMeO TO ONJ TV\E "STREET A.M\NVOU- VlA-V/AJ-K DOWM TO tvyV OKPIC.E. VOHA^'S VIHERE'S OFFICE QOV? YOUR WIFE. wuyz.iw L.UFT IT- TOTEXA-^OO TO QFONG »T HOME AS 'SHEV/U'Z. 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