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Mason City, Iowa
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Friday, March 6, 1931
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MASOtf CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE iMARCH 6 1931 MAD LAUGHTER , tct-^Asn»hYctrvnai.rntra AEsocai.TK'W--owTRiCHt ut» ~' ' .ATHRHLJNC MYSTERY STORY * by AULES BURTON CHAPTER 37 V Dick returned to-the Anchor and Hops by a.circuitous route, searching the country for any other workings, which would lit in with his theory, but finding none. The syndicate's property seemed the only, -one which, had not been allowed to fall into complete decay. It seemed a sad fate'to overtake an : inJustry which, as Dick knew, flourished in Roman times, and probably even earlier. i . As:he roue along, the words of the proprietor of the inn at Nprdrach kept recurring to him. - "A dozen men might work there night and day without attracting attention," he hoc! saiVl; But i£ thay came and went by night, and carried out their purposes by day, they would be doubly safe. Suppose that the gang knew of the existence-of this place, what an admirable spot it would afford theiri for. the removal of their "enemies." Dick felt that he could add a few more details to his imaginative reconstruction of Brooks' end. A clew had been dropped in his hearing, which would Infallibly lead him to the spot. Some of the gang had gone flown at once, probably, on the lorry,.and by night. On Brooks' arrival, he had been ambushed and murdered. Any ordinary criminals would have left his body in the'shaft, , feeling certain that it would never be' discovered. . But their mysterlouH chief had other ideas. The body mus^; be flaunted in the face of the police, 1 a warning to them not to meddle in his affairs. So, at/once', the lorry started back with its grim loadi and the workings were once more deserted. It was late in the afternoon when Dick returned to the Anchor an8 Hope. Thin wisps of fog were driving up" over the desolate moorland, .wrapping tho most ordinary things in an unfamiliar disguise; As ha dismounted at the doorway, the landlord came out-to him. "There's a telegram come for you, sir," he announced. Dick threw him the reins, and hurried into the house, possessed by a sudden sense of uneasiness. A telegram was lying on the table in the narrow hal!, and he picked-it up and tore open the envelope. The message had been handed in at Regent street postoffice a t - 2 o'clock that afternoon. "Can you return to London at once? Alison." * * $ On the morning following Dick's tour of exploration of the Mendips, Inspector Pollard reached the Yard in no-very good'humor.. His researches so fax had failed to produce any results which strengthened his theory as to the identity of the Funny Toff. On the other hapd, nothing had transpired to refute it But the ·theory itself -was so, bizarre':that lie felt'it .was useless even to mention it until it had received some striking confirmation. , · He had not been in his office more than a few minutes when his. telephone rang and he was summoned to the presence of the Assistant Commissioner. Sir Edric was in an obvious state of perturbation, and plunged into the cause of his summons without delay. · -i · "There's been a burglary at 321 Park Lane," he announced. "A message has just came thru, with an outline of the particulars. Tho house, belongs to a 'Mr. Ibbotson. You probably know him by name, he's a retired money-lender, I be- .lieve. You,may have .seen in the paper that he bought the famous Maharajah's rubies, as they are i called, at Christie's, only last week. Well, the rubies have gone. "It seems that the family were away.for a day or two. The rubies, with a lot of other jewelry, were deposited in a safe in the butler's pantry, where the-plate was kept. This morning the butler discovered that the safe had been opened, and that the/rubies had disappeared. Nothing else 1 had been touched .apparently. That's all I know at present, but I can't help feeling that our friend the Funny Toff had a hand in the | matter." ' Pollard wasted no time in asking questions. "I'll go round at once, sir," he replied. : He found Mr. Ibbotson's house in the possession of a sergeant and a couple of men. The sergeant waa about to tell him what he had heard, but . Pollard interrupted him. "I'll hear all that later," he said. "I want to have look at that butler's-pantry before anyone else turns up." The sergeant led him to the pantry, which .was situated in the basement. It was a fair-sized room, fitted with the usual glass-fronted cupboards. Let into one of the walls was a comparatively modern safe, by a well-known maker. Pollard walked up to it, and tried the handle, -having first examined it for finger-marks. The /"safe was unlocked, and he swung the door open. "The butler found the safe unlocked when. he came in here this morning, sir," ventured the sergeant. 'Til hear his story later," replied Pollard impatiently. He set to. work to examine ; the safe minutely. It was.obvious had been opened with, a key, .there was no sign tif force having been used. He gave instructions for a man from the saTe- makers to be. sent for, and proceeded to': examine the room .with ttis most meticulous care. The window was shut, and securely fastened. It looked out upon 'a sunken 'courtyard, and was protected by a row of iron bars, not ,more than four inches apart. The floor, which was covered with linoleum bore abundant footmarks, but after a cursory inspection of these, Polr lard turned in disgust; It was obvious that 'the sergeant and hia mea had trampled all over the place. Then he turned his attention to the door... ' ·.. i .' "' ' . ' · . - ' . , · ' , ·. '., There was nothing unusual about this. It was a solid oak door, fitted with:an ordinary lock. The door- handles were of white porcelain and the key was in the' outside of the lock. Pollard-proceeded to dust the tijvo handles" with a fine powdet and immediately uttered a grunt of satisfaction. The outer handle bore a perfect set of a man's fingers. He, bent down . to examine these, and remained so long staring at them with an expression of stupefaction that the sergeant 1 feared he had gone into a trance. "Go and ask the butler if he's got a small screwdriver!" he-exclaimed suddenly, his voice tremulous with suppressed excitement. The sergeant disappeared, to return in a few minutes with the required tool. Pollard took it from him. and unscrewed the inner handle, removing it and leaving the square bar exposed. This he pushed thru the door, until he was able to remove it and the outer handle, .still affixed to it. He then the cupboards till he found a tin box suitable to his requirements. This he emptied of its contents, aud placed the handle and . bar In it, packing the bar round with paper, so that the handle would stand up in the tin without fear of its coming into contact with it.' This delicate operation accomplished,' he put on the lid of the, box and turned once more to the sergeant. J'Now- I'm ready-to interview the butler," he said. (TO BE CONTINUED) Kerosene Explosion Burns Kill Iowa Man IOWA CITY, March 8. UP--I. B. Brown, 45, West Liberty, died at a local hospital Wednesday night from bums sustained when a can of kerosene exploded in- his hands. Brown was attempting to light a fire with kerosene.'Monday when the, accident occurred. His widow and two children survive. The farmer's lot might be worse. Suppose he had to walk 200 yards in the blazing sun between swings of his pitchfork.--Davenport Times. FORLORN FIGURES By CLIFFORD McBRIDE Acfulatfon-Ioving celebrity discovers he has autographed a blank check for "admirer." MUGGS McGlNNIS --^You're Wei- ' come!! By Waljy Bishop Bringing UP Father B, McMamis Etta Kelt Wonder What She'd Call a Short One? By Paul Robinson Pressure Pete Warehouse By Swan ie Sister Where's Your Proof? By Leslie Forgrave Swifty = Bet He Did, ·Too! By Verd X OOSTOaME OVER FOR. 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