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

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MARCH 18 1931 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE MAD LAUGHTER MJIIT. »i» by MILES BURTON - t. miss *j*osa»TioM-- OWTHMJIIT. A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY CHAPTER 37 · Once at Blackfriars, Dick told tbe driver that he wished to go to Rainham. The man grinned. It was he who had driven the party down to inspect Herridge's body. "Going to have another look at that there ruined cottage, sir?" he ventured. "I am, and I am going to take you with me," replied Dick cheerfully ·"I've gdt an idea we might find something interesting there." "I don't know as we can get the car down tfiat lane from the station, sir," said the man. "We'll have a try, tho, if you like." "No, we'll leave the car at the police staton, like as we did before, aiid walk," replied Dick. "There may be tracks in the lane, and I shouldn't like to obscure them." The two men walked down the track towards Coldharhour point. For the first mile or two it was hard and dry, and no traces such as Dick hoped to see were visible upon its surface. But after that it degenerated into a mere cart-track across the marshes. It was not very long before ruts became apparent, evidently of quite recent origin. "It looks as if somebody had been along here lately, sir," observed,the car Qriver. "It does indeed," agreed Dick. "What do you make of those wheel tracks?" · The man walked slowly along, them for some moments without replying. "There's been a lorry along here, sir," he said at last. "Solid tires, single on the front, twin on the back. Looks as if it had been over the ground twice, sir. Probably it went down to the river and came back again." "Then I think that our journey has not been wasted," remarked Dick in a tone of satisfaction. "Come on, let's see if we can find but where it stopped." They followed the tracks down to the sea-wall. There, where the road widened out, were signs of the lorry having been turned. But here again the surface was comparatively hard, and there were no traces of footmarks.' They examined the ground carefully, then struck off towards the ruined cottag-e. Here everything- was as Dick so vividly remembered it. The doors and windows stoop gaping, the general air of ruin and desolation was not alleviated by the slightest sign of human habitation. They went over the place thoroly, peering into every corner, but there was not sign that anyone had been near the place to the Yard as quickly aa possible. 1 The fellows we are after have got a long start of'us, aa it is." * * * The car raced back to Scotland Yard, and Dick pleading urgency, was immediately shown into Sir Edric's room. He glanced at the clock as he entered. It was twenty minutes past five. "Hullo Dick, back already from your Joy-ride?" remarked Sir Edric. "We've-had a stroke of luck since you've been out. We've found the lorry." "Have you?" replied Dick. "I rather thot you might. Where did you find it?" . "Near Long Melford, in Suffolk," said Sir Edric. "A policeman going his rounds found it abandoned by the roadside in a country lane, about four o'clock this morning, wit hthe radiator still warm. He reported it, of course, but it wasn't till this afternbon\ that the Suffolk police circulated our description, and the significance of the find was realized They got on the phone to us, and Pollard went down there straight away." Dick strolled over to a map of England that hung upon the wall, a ruler in his hand. He laid the ruler on the map, ^then measured it against the scale. ""Fifty miles as the crow flies, say 70 or 80 by road, avoiding the main routes," he. murmured. "Taking things very easily, he would have got there about two o'clock this morning. The driver is at this moment having his tea comfortably by his own fireside in London, somewhere. Poor old Pollard! I hope there's a decent pub somewhere in Long Melford." "What on earth are you talking about?" exclaimed Sir Edric. "Of course the lorry got there about one or two, the radiator being still warm tells us that, and I'm quite since body. "That's the removal of Herridge's queer," muttered Dick. "You can't play about with a couple · of safes, weighing half a tone each, without leaving some sort of traces - w : - ' » « t h P - prepared to accept your estimate of the distance of Long Melford from London. But what I want to know is, what was it doing all day yesterday?" "Driving about with the safes neatly loaded upon it, under the eyes of your perspicuous policemen I fancy," replied Dick easily. "And I wasn't measuring the distance from Long Melford. to London exactly. But I'm sorry to say, Conway, that Messrs. Seccombe am Armitage will never see their safes or what remains of them, an.y more." "Why not?" inquired Sir Edric sharply. "I must say, Dick, you have a deuced irritating way of propounding your ridiculous theories." "Because they are somewhere at the bottom of the North Sea or German Ocean," replied Dick im- aonefit in the cottage. They would never dare use an' oxy-acetylene . flare in the open; the whole country-side would have seen the 'glare. .Yet what would they bring them here for, if not to open them?" "Let's go and have a look at the wharf," he said abruptly. They retraced their steps, and Dick peered over the wall at the mud beneath. The tide was rising, as he expected. He had looked up the time of high- water when he had borrowed Sir Edric's Whitaker, and found that it would be at 7 o'clock. The edge of the mud was still uncovered, but Dick searched its surface vainly for any signs of the vanished safes. He strolled on towards the brok- endown wharf, and then, with an exclamation of surprise, quickened his steps. The edge of one of the Umbers showed a long scar, as tho something sharp and heavy had been pushed across it. The scar had evidently been made quite recently; torn splinters of wood were scattered round it. And then, suddenly, the events of the previous evening became perfectly clear to hfm. He ·wondered at his own folly in not guessing it before. Dick turned to the car-driver. "Come on," he said. "Let's get back perturbably. " ^iiM::.ii » ' *fe Hfci ' Look here, of those' stories?"-" 'Amsterdam, probably," said Sir Edric. "We have already warned the Dutch authorities to be on the lookout for them." -"Bit late in the day," remarked Dick, shaking- his head. "From Coldharbor Point to some nice quiet spot on the Dutch coast would, be about 150 nautical miles. At 10 knots--and that's the lowest speed one can allow for a sea-going motorboat in calm weather like this --that distance would be covered in 15 hours. I fancy that the stones were safe in Holland by 11 o'clock this morning." · "Of course, I've the greatest admiration for your powers of deduction," said Sir- Edric sarcastically. 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