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

Mason City, Iowa
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Saturday, February 21, 1931
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MAD LAUGHTER r«ES3 ASSOlt ATl 'A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY , by MILES BURTON READ THIS FIRST: Dick Penhampton, friend at as Blstant police commissioner, Sir Ed ric Conway, Is put on the trail o the stolen Hard way diamonds, afte Inspector' Brooks has been killec Disguised as a down-and-outer, Die wins the confidence of several BUS pects. He is looking; far a job an the jranj; tells their boss, who send for Dick. He is interviewed In f darkened room by a man who ten tatlvely hires him. As he is leaving the man who he cannot see break Into a frightful laugh. Dick is In love 'with Alison Weatherlelgh am" he does not tell her of his dangeroii work. Arriving homo Dick Is askei to draw a picture" of the Hardwa; diamond necklace for a Scotlanc Yard officer. After Brooks' death inspector PoHard is put on tho case working Independently of Dick Dick, with his companion, Jerry maintain headquarters in a poor dls trict. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER 16. At his rooms, Dick re-assumed the character of Captain Blackwood nd returned unobtrusively to Mellin Street. No message had come for jrim in his absence, and Jerry was jure that no one was even aware that he had left the house. He «erved up a most admirable supper, after which Dick settled himself Defers the fire. His interview with -Inspector Pol- jard had to some extent reassured him. The last thing he desired was to come in conflict with the police, or for them to discover that he was engaged in an independent Investigation. This would lead to all sorts of complications and probably to a friendly watch being kept upon his movements. If he were to gain the confidence of the gang of which the unknown man was the leader, he must on no account risk anything of the kind. And it was apparent, from the rather elementary inquiries made by Pollard, that the poKce iad not advanced in the direction which he had taken. The laughter of the unknown man still rang in his «rs, producing a chili feeling of uneasiness. But in Bpite of this, Dick told himself that he_ran no earthly risk. At the first threat of danger, he had only to tell » Sir Edric the whole story and the unknow man and his gang would be swiftly and securely rounded up. Certainly, such a tame ending to his adventure was to be avoided, but the possibility of it eliminated every trace of peril. Even Dick's unfailing" cheerfulness was scarcely proof against the tedium of the following day. He did pot dare repeat his excursion into his natural haunts fearing that too frequent an appearance was bound to lead to his detection. It rained faeayily and he and Jerry kept one " "another" company round the fire, yarning about their adventures during 1 the war. And at last, when Dick bad almost abandoned hope of ever hearing from the unknown man again, the message came. It came in rather d curious way. Dick started up as he heard a knock on the house door. He had reached ihat state of restlessness when it . was almost impossible for him to sit still. He opened the door, admitting a. gust of wind and rain that caused the feeble gas jet to flicker despairingly. A hand thrust a screwed-up ball of paper towards him and a childish voice muttered: "For Captain Blackwood." Then the messenger vanished. Dick shut the door without any attempt to discover the Identity of the messenger. He did not wish to appear inquisitive: His role was that of the man who is prepared to accept orders and obey them without question. He walked back to the kitchen, whore he very carefullj unrolled the wet ball of paper. I proved tobe an outline map, bearing the heading: "London Midland Scottish Railway; London, Tilbury and Southend section." It must have been torn out of the timetable. Dick spread the map out on the table and examined it closely. I bore very little detail, beyond the line of the railway and the nanu of the stations. But at one point south of Rainham station, and or the bank of the river, a cross hac been made in pencil and by this was written: "11:30 P. M." "Well, that's clear enough!" muttered Dick. "I've got to be at that point at half-past eleven tonight. It sounds interesting:, but I wonder what the devil I shall be expected to do when I get there? It's a pretty lonely spot, if I remember right" Certainly when he left Rainham station just before eleven, the prospect did not appear encouraging. It was Saturday, and the various factories scattered along the Essex shore of the river displayed no signs of activity. Very few people were about and the rain was still falling in torrents, driven before a biting wind. Dick, muffled up as best he could in his threadbare overcoat, walked out of the station into the night. / He had a rough idea of the lie of the land and ie took a road which ed across the marshes towards the river. The road rapidly deteriorated, mtil it becamo a mere cart-track, along \vhich a muddy stream poured sluggishly, two or three inches deep. It wound and twisted; skirting the marsh, and separated from it by deep ditches on either /side. At every few yards Dick was compelled 10 use the torch which he had brought with him, in order to avoid ilunging waist-deep into a horrible compound of mud and slimy green weed. And -then, all at once, the road took a turn round a narrow belt of trees which shut out the ights of Rainham behind. Dick paused and looked around lira. The downpour had, for the moment abated and given place to a thin drizzle. In front of him a ight appeared and disappeared with teady persistence. This he guessed o ba the beacon on Coldharbour 'oint, and he welcomed this as howing him that he was, at least, eading in the right direction. Be- ond this he could see the dim red ght of a barge making her way own the river, and, beyond this gain, seen mistily thru the drizzle, ie scattered lights of a town on he Kentish shore. All round him the marshes lay, odden and desolate, and across .em swept a horrible, sulphurous tench, the very breath of hell. It eemed to him that he had stepped nto the nether world, a world ounded on one side by a range of ow hills from the center of which ame an unearthly glow. It Was a ong time before he recognized these tills for what they were, the moun- :ains of London's rubbish, piled here :o smoulder and defile the marshes ivith their fetid odor of corruption. The illusion of hell was complete, hell wherein a lost soul might vander, hedged about with mire, led on by beckoning will-o'-the- wisps, breathing the smoke of the underworld- With a shudder he set out again, following the almost ob- iterated track. It seemed to him an age before ie reached the end of it, an age of [tumbling, of wading ankle-deep in muddy water. Then at last he reached the shore of the river, and saw in front of him the vague out- ine of a disused wharf, fallen into hopeless ruin. The planking had fal- en away, the piles which had once supported it stood up gaunt and iare, like some menacing skeleton. The last of the ebb tide was running out, swishing black and sinister round the outer-most piles. Between the water and the shore on which he stood was a wide belt of mud soft and glistening, its smooth deceptive surface shining like a mirror under the rays of his torch. Was this the rendezvous? There seemed to be no human being with- (Turn to rase 16, Column 2). 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