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

Mason City, Iowa
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Saturday, February 28, 1931
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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE 1MAD LAUGHTER f i ,__ _ *LEtE* AWOCTAI /ATHRILUNG MYSTERY STORY by MILES BURTON READ THIS FIRST: Dick JPenhampton, young friem of Sir Edric Conway, police com mlssioner, after the theft of th famous Hardway diamonds and th murder of Inspector Brooks is pu on the trail of the gang- headed by person known as the Funny Xoff who no one has seen, but who 1 identified by his maniacal laughter Dick, who is in love with pretty All son Weatherlel-gh, has never told her of his" dangerous mission. Dr Weatherleigh, Alison's father, a col lector of antiques, arrives in I/on don,- and Dick has been invited tc meet him. Dick and Alison become engaged. The murder of n. riva; gangster, Herridgc, whose body wa discovered by Dick with one of the Hardway diamonds placed on the man's breast has been investigated by Inspector Pollard, who has been · working on the case independently of Dick. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER 22 "On Saturday Herridge stayed al home until about four o'clock, and then he went out and walked down to the Jetty. Of course, sir, the place wasn't open, not officially that is. But the house has a side door, opening upon a narrow passage that leads down to some steps. The landlord isn't above letting cHaps in at the side door during closing hours, if he knows them ana there's nobody about. The men in K Division wink at it, sir. It often comes^ in useful to know where a man is." "Exactly," remarked Sir Edric with a smile. "Another piece of information I'm not supposed to know officially. Go on. Herridge, I gather, was Jet in by this side door soon after four o'clock?" "Well, sir, that's just it," replied Pollard. "My man, seeing him go down the passage, took it for granted tHat he was going into the Jetty. Katurally, he couldn't very weti follow him, without giving away the ·fact that he was watching- him. So he contented himself with waiting for him to come out again. He guessed that Herridge, once he had got in, would not come out again till the place closed at tori. But when ten o'clock came there was no Herridge, and when he made inquiries of the landlord, he found that he hadn't been inside the place that evening. Instead of reporting to me that he had lost touch witn his man, he spent the rest of the night scouring round Wapping, trying- to pick UD the trail again." "By ten o'clock, it would have been too late in any case." commented Sir Edric. "The medical evidence showed that Herridpe was drowned between, four and six. The natural inference was that Herridire -' diu -not'-intend to enter the public house when he went down the tas- sajre. Where else does it lead to?" "Onlv the steos, sir," renjied PoT- lard. "There isn't even another door leading on to it. The passage is about fifty yards longr. and runs between thft walls of R ooup'e of warehouses.^ Sixty feet high, they are, I dare sav." · ' "The steps lead into Pm river. I suoDose." remarked Sir Kdric. "Now. it was hish water, we know, at shout five on Saturday. There would therefore he a considerable denth of water at the steps; at four." "About seven feet, sir. I inquired on Sundav." "Enouerh to drown a man In. Ws mustn't lose sight of the possibility that Herridsre mav have fallen in. Are the steps much used?" "Very rarely, air. A lot of b'arges and other small craft He off them, but it isn't often that anybody landa at the steps themselves. It's easier to get ashore on one of the wharves on either side." "Still, it is possible that if Herridge had a rendezvous, he could have heen picked up at the steps," persisted Sir Edric. "It seems to me. Pollard, that, as you suspected, Her- Tidge knew he was being watched and determined to escape from thu supervision. He may" have arranged witn a barge or somebody--while he was in the bar of the Margate Jet ty, probably--to pick him up at the steps and hide him for a bit. What's, your idea, Pollard?" "I think it was the other way round, sir," replied Pollard respect fully. "This is how I look at it. The men who took the diamonds from him after the burglary in Woodbridge Square probably had their eyes on him, and discovered that we were watching him. There was always the risk, from their point of view, that he might recognize them and that we should overhear their conversation. They decided that it would be safest to shut his mouth for good, in the same way that they shut Brooks' mouth, sir." "It would be easy enough to get one of their .accomplices to offer to provide him with the means of escape. Herridge agreed to this and was picked up by a boat at the steps. -He was then taken to the ilace where his body was found and*" drowned there. They wouldn't risk drowning- him off Wapping, sir. There are too many people about." 'That seems very probable," agreed Sir Edric. "They then left he diamond on his body, to serve as an additional defiance, as they addressed poori Brooks' body to me. ~. think that your theory is right, Bollard, tho at present we can't pos- iibly prove it. The point Is, who s behind all this?" "I don't think there's much doubt about that, sir," replied Pollard lowly. "There's only one man who vould dare' to cover his tracks with a couple of murders, and to take he trouble to' make it clear that hey were connected with the theft f the diamonds." , "Yes, I know whom you mean," eplied Sir Edric. "I came to the ame conclusion as soon as I heard f the death of this man Herridge. 3ut how to identify him and bring: t home to him, that's the point." "I'm not going to rest until I've made, one of these Wapping crooks dmit something that will put me n his track, sir," said Pollard dog- edly. "Well, I wish you luck, Pollard." emarked Sir Edric. "You will find t a pretty difficult task." "I've got the beginnings of an idea Iready, sir," reolied Pollard darkly. i.nff then, as tho afraid that he ad said too much, he continued. If you'll excuse me, sir, I have ome instructions to give---" He left the office, and Sir Edric laned back in his chair, to wrestle /ith the problem in his own mind. [e had an uncomfortable feeling that he Funny Toff was likely to prove nore than a match for his staff, tooks had been too impulsive; u_t- erly contemptuous of danger; he had gone ahead on his own account and aid the penRjtv oif his rashness. Polard, a brilliant plodder, with no magination beyond the ordinary rou- ine of rolice nrocedure. 'was harrllv he man to m't apainst an active nd resourceful brain. Hjs meditations were interruoted the raizzin" of his private telephone. He tonK up the instrument and listened. "Yes, show him in," he eplied. Dick walked in, immaculately dressed, as was his usual custom. He greeted Sir Kdric nnrt.sat down n the chair *v*"'"h tlic latter pointed Dut to him. "Well. Conway. I've f?ot a bit of news for you," he said. "I've ·ot ensao'ec], fixed it up yesterday." "I needn't ssk the lady's name." replied Sir Edric with a smile. "1 congratulate vmi moat heartily, my dear fellow. I know Alison well, of course. anrJ her father's reputation ,s world wide. Is the announcement :o be made in the name of Pen hamnton or Blackwood, may ask?" Dick lauehed merrily at the im plied reproof. "Oh. that nonsense is all over an3 1mie with!" he exclaimed. "T have a moat uncomfortable feeling that I (Turn to Fnire 16, Column 2). UNCROWNED KINGS By CLIFFORD McBRIDE "No, sir, th' egg ain't what it's cracked up to bel" FEBRUARY 28 MUGGS McGINNIS p X'M AWFUU-Y GlAD t REAR IT. MWOS ! IF VbU STUDV HARD Sfcu'LV MPV/PE r of DON'T B/EM STUDY I'M EXPELLED FOR ERASERS HAVE Tb TAKE OP AW FINAL . SISTER'. liw. HOME Raai\SCHOOL! ARE W? 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X DIDN'T FIBro HIM- UJEfiE TWE BEiT BlRD6 U)B MAD. 1 IJEi LOOKED HK.ETME. BE^T" A CiTTLE. BIT FORVQOR. IX DOLLAR'S tM THE WOU6EJU5T KJOUJ .' TriEVAU- LOOKED /tOHATVOU ^AID LOA-S jy5' LOOKED U KETHE BeST OIOE-S TO A Plain Statement of Facts HAD -SUMp'rO' .' SET \T LATER.' By Leslie Forgrave 2-2B '/ Copyright, 1D31. by Cenlral Press Association. Inc 1 GUESS WE BEGIN V OH, NOT TOMORROW! OUR BIG GAME. Jl WE'LL OML.V BE HUNT TOMORROWjV CROSS1MG THE. MRS. VAW y ^ . EQUATOR RHYNE..r-- X ^ S_^ TOMORROW BUT THE. EQUATOR. * GEE, MRS VAM RHVME, DOWT vou THIMK IT'S A TO SHOOT HIM , VE5.THATS WHAT SIR IS OMLV AM IMAQIMARV LIME RUMNIMG AROUMO THE WORCESTERSHIRE. TOLD ME A MENA6ER1E L1OM VES-THATS THE TIME IT BE6IMS-WHEN WE CROSS THE EQUATOR. Shooting the Equator Copyright, 1931; "by Central Press Association, Inc

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