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

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MARCH 4 1931 MAD LAUGHTER A TI inn i iv ,,,"""'=""'"= :T1 '*'-""»"«a«.-""»^-coS;r ^^ THRILLING MYSTERY STORY by MILES BURTON READ THIS FIRST: The famous Hardway diamond are stolen and a gang led by a per son called the Funny Toff, who n ono has seen, but who is identifiei by his maniacal laughter at thi scenes of his crimes is suspected, In spector Brooks is first put on tho trail, but his body is returned In i packing case to Sir Edrlc Conwaj* police commissioner. Young Dlel Penhnmpton, who is in love will pretty Alison Weatlierleigh, is pu on the trail and at midnight discov ers the body of one Thomas Her ridge, a rival gangster. Ono o! the diamonds has been placed on tho dead roan's chest. Dick and Detective Pollard seem to lose all clews Dick finally nslts Sir Edrlo to mako an examination of the packing case in which Brooks' body was returned Dick discovers a piece of mud in the case from Brooks' shoe. Upon being analyzed, the ^'discovery is made it probably comes from a lonely hill country known as tho - Mendips, .NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 25 Dick lay back in his chair and closed his eyes. Fleeting- pictures of the Mendips passed thru his mind; ^the wide stretches o£ uncultivated moor, Cheddar. Gorge, the fish in the Blagdon Reservoir, the neglected ruins where the lead mines had once stood. Plenty of space here to commit a murder, far from any human dwelling-place. But wtiy select a spot so far from London? Of course, his deduction might he all wrong-. He found himself wondering what the matter-of-fact Pollard would say if he told him that, from a fragment of mud found in a packing-case, he had inferred that Inspector Brooks had been murdered in the Mendips. No, that would never do. Imagination was all very well, but even Comvay would smile and suggest that this was carrying it too far. On the other hand, ne felt convinced that he was on the right track. In an instant his min was made up. He would go and sp out the land himself, before he pro pounded his new theory at Scotlaa Tard. He had an appointment to din and dance with Alison that evening and he resolved to tell her his plan as soon as he met her. But, v as it hap pened, she too had an announce ment to make. "Father is going bac] to Lestridge Hall the day after to morrow," she said. "And he's asked me to go with him. You know tha I shall hate leaving London, Did dear, but I must go. Father's verj fond of me, and he suggested rathe pathetically that he won't see much Of me once we're married. Of courss I .said I'd go. You do understand aon't,you?" ... ' ~-.v»-Or euLir: . -- j a x i g but don't be away too long " re plied .Dick. "If I am away more than a week or two, you must come and stay with us," said Alison. "You've nevei been to Lestridge Hall, and it's an awfully jolly plage. You can manage a day or two of quite decent "hunting. It would do you good you're getting lazy." ' "I believe you're right," replied Dick: "As a matter of fact, I've been thinking of going down to a little pub I know of, in Somersetshire and having- a day with the Mendip pack." "It wouldn't do you any harm," she replied brightly. "It would keep you from brooding over my absence. Besides,, it'll keep you out 'of mischief. You won't be tempted to play Sherlock Holmes any more. JVhat is the address of your pub In ease I should feel disposed to write to you?" "The Anchor and Hope Inn Priddy. near Wells," said Dick. "It's not a bat! little place, if you don't mind isolation and plain food. I might be there a week, if it's decent huntin"- weather." ° So it was arranged, and on, tho following- morning early Dick started off alone in his car. He choso the Bath road, and sped over its broad and somewhat uninteresting surface as far as Beckharapton. Here he turned "to, the left and went on thru Devizes and Trowbridge to Frorae. From-there, after consulting his map, he took the old turnpike road, .which climbs steadily, avoiding most of the -villages which cling to the slopes of the rising ground, until it reaches the summit of the eastern Mendips at Maabury. Here he stopped the car and again consulted his map. He. was still five or six miles from his destination, but this was an admirable spot from' which to survey the surrounding country. The road ran along a ridge from which an extensive panorama stretched out In either direction. On the one side was the line of the Quantocks, with the loom of Exmoor on the far horizon, and Glastonbury Tor sharply defined in the foreground. On the other'was an undulating country, shadowed in the distance by the smoke of Bristol. And in front of him,-a bare and nig- red skyline, was the border-land of the eastern Mendips. He had 'chosen the Anchor and Elope, which he had visited years before, as being more or leas in the center of the disused lead mines Also he knew that the landlord kept one or two reliable hacks which he lired to those who enjoyed a gal- op with the Mendip hounds. Set- led there, with a horse to ride, he could assume the-guise of a London sportsman, ..with no object In view ut to stir his sluggish liver. He folded up his map, started the car again and proceeded by a series of anes, running straight and deserted between low stone walls, to the .rossroads at which stood the An- hor and Hope. The inn had once, when the mines were at the height of their pros- nerity, been a hostelry of consid- rable importance. The village of 3 riddy, lonely and decaying round ts wide green, lay rather more than i mile away, and . the inn stood, g-aunt and bare, the only house within sight. It was hard to believe that this had once been the center of a thriving industrial district. Nothing remained of its former activity but a few grass-grown spoil heaps and here and there the tumbled ruins of a pit-head or a smelting furnace. A great solitude covered the laud, a solitude which seemed the more melancholy in the fading light of the short afternoon. A strange face greeted Dick as he entered the inn. The place had changed hands since Dick had last visited it. He was rather glad of this, since he had no wish to be recognized. He asked for a cup of tea, and, while it was being prepared he got into conversation with the landlBfa. He learned : that a _ lo of.*oraeBi,Tv,ere,-stUl kept.arid then,.as tho the idea had only just occurred to him, asked It he could stop for a few nights and hire one. The landlord was delighted. "I'll put you up with pleasure, sir," he said. "I often has a gentleman like you here for the hunting. But I'm afraid you'll find it a bit rough, sir. We don't exactly go in for the hotel business up here. And I shall have to see the missus about getting some grub in." "Oh, that's all right," I'm not particular," replied Dick easily. "If any food is wanted, I'll run you' into Wells in the car. After tea, I shall have to send a wire to tell my people where I'm staying. What about having a look at those horses of yours?" That evening Dick spent in the jar parlor, listening to the talk of :he three or four men who dropped in from the neighboring farms. Their conversation was imainly concerned vith agricultural matters, the pros- nects for the roots, the price of nilk, the inquiry of the pig-buyers. The oracle to whom every doubtful joint was referred was a fine-look- ng old man, tall and spare, with a ·mtriarchal white beard. Dick grad- lally edged his way into the conver- ation, and was at last rewarded by (Turn (o Paffc 10, Column 2). 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