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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 12

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12 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE MARCH 23 1931 MAD LAUGHTER i'YfUGiiT. im by MILES BURTON ILEUUIED BY oamui. rwas A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY CHAPTER 41 , Dick-was pretty well satisfied that he had ascertained all that the place was likely to reveal. The Hext stop must be to return . to London 4 and report his discoveries to Scotland Yard. It was just possible that inquiries made in the neighborhood might result in some clew' which would lead eventually to the Funny Toff, altho -it appeared to Dick highly improbable. The most that was likely to result was the obtaining of descriptions of some of his agents. Since they had undoubtedly made their escape, this would not be much help; In fact, his examination of the place seemed to have revealed a sort of contemptuous carelessness oil the part of the gang, in striking contrast to their previous .wariness, as tho its inembers knew that they were now beyond the reach of justice. However, Dick thot, since he was here, he-might'just as well inspect the place .thor.oly. He had no intention of allowing 1 Pollard the opportunity of discovering anything which hc'himself had overlooked He walked" up to one of the iron doors of--the smaller cellars anc tried it; · It'was locked and resisted his -utmost efforts to shake it However,' the' door did not fit the doorway absolutely closely; a narrow chink remained by the hinges By applying his torch to this, Dick was enabled to get a glimpse of the interior. This cellar,.appeared to be nearly full of various objects, of which the only things he could distinguish were a number of long cylinders. He could, only see the lower ends of them, and concluded that they were steel pipes of some kind. Further examination of this storeroom would have to await the visit of the police, armed ,witha crowbar. ' Dick would have liked to have seen inside it for himself, for probably its contents included the set of stencil plates with which the address had been painted on the case. But he could not hope to force the door without tools of any kind, so he turned away reluctantly and proceeded to investigate the second of the two smaller cellars. The door of this one looked as tho it had been recently repaired. It was far Jess rusty than the other, and Dick noticed that wooden battens . had been fixed to the jambs, in order to make it a'close fit. But to his surprise it was unlocked, and swung- back with a harsh, grating- sound as he pulled on the handle. It opened into a cell-like 'space, not more than eight feet square, and at first Dick supposed that this room had no other aperture but the doorway. However, upon closer examination with his torch,- he discovered that a couple of bricks hadUb.een removed from one of the i leaving a/hole-communicating ^with' the outer room, in which the furnace and winch were situated. But for some reason, this hole, which -was about on a level with Dick's shoulders, had . been stopped tightly with matting and straw. This room, tho completely empty, · was the only part of the .works ·which did not share the general aspect of neglect. The walls had been lined with cement, so that they i presented a relatively smooth surface, and.the floor must have been swept out at some time, since it was free from the dirt that lay so thick Jy elsewhere.'It seemed to Dick un accountably draughty, 'until h looked up and saw that the wine had parjtly dislodged a tile in th roof above his head. A cold curren of air came in thru the gap thu made, altho the tile was not suffl ciently displaced to admit more tha a dim gleam of light. It was Impossible to guess th purpose to which this room had bee put, and Dick was about to leave it, after a* sWift glance round, when his eyes happened to fall upon the flagged floor at his feet The dislodged tile had.'allowed the rain to drive in, and .the water had dripped from the rafters, washing clean a circle about a foot in diameter on the floor. The · joint between two flags ran across this circle, aiid in this joint, thus washed free of dirt, Dick noticed a strip of white. He bent down to examine it more closely. It -seemed to be a piece of paper or pasteboard, folded several times lengthwdys, and almost reduced to pulp by the moisture: Very carefully ho withdrew it from between the flags, and unfolded it. It fell into sodden morsels as he handled it, but from its shape ha guessed it to ha an ordinary visiting card. With a thrill o£ excitement he walked swiftly but of the room, and thru the main cellar into the winding-house. Here at least there was light by which to examine his find There was a name engraved upon 51 in copper-plate letters, the ink so faded.as to be almost indistinguishable. With fingers trembling with excitement, he pieced it together as best he could. And then at last he could read tho inscription, "Detective-Inspector Brooks, C. I. D. r Here at last was definite proo: that he was on the right track. Thl: was no misleading clew, placed b; the gang to lead their pursuers as tray. It would have been left in more conspicuous place, if so; itr~was only by the merest accident that the rain had washed the dirt from be tween the flags in that one particu lar spot. Brooks must have placed it there himself in a last agonizec attempt to ensure that, .if he must die, he should not die unavenged. Dick was aroused from contemplation of the card by a loud clang as of the closing of the outer gate followed by the sound of men's footsteps crossing the yard. ,Dick was so astounded at this interruption, that for a moment he stood rooted to the ground, uncertain of the best course for him take. 'Then, thrusting the sodden fragments of pasteboard into hi pocket, he ran silently into the main cellar, closing the door. 'The' footsteps entered the building, and Dick could hear men moving about the outer room. There seemed to be two of them, and it was evident that they were familiar with the place. From where hi: stood, Dick could see nothing and could hear very little. He remembered the smaller cellar, with its opening- thru tha wall. Very cau- riously he crept into it and applied his ear to the straw with which the aperture was filled. From this point of vantage lit; r ound that he could hear perfectly. 'Better get the furnace going at )nce," one of the men^was saying. 'We'll want it as soon as Ben turns up. There's some wood in the old ore-cellar." Dick felt a thrill of something uncomfortably like fear running down his spine. He recognized the voice. as that of one of the men whom'he had met "at the Margate Jetty! There was no doubt about it; the-voice had a curious catch in ; which could not be mistaken. His dieory, the certainty of safety which had induced him to explore he works, had been all wrong. The jang, far from being dispersed, hac eturned to its old haunts, preparei :o carry -out some mysterious process, the nature of which he was unable to fathom. His first impulse was towards escape. A desperate, plan flashed thru his'mind. He would seize the opportunity when one of the men came into the main cellar to fetch the wood, to dash out of his hiding place and attack the two men singly. But' a moment's reflection showed hm the futility of this. The men were probably armed, while he had not so much as a walking-stick. There were certainly some iron baro in the outer room, but how was ha to reach them without his beinf discovered? And, while he struggle'" with one man, the other would come to his companion's aid. Dick's one chance of safety, as he soon realized, was to stay where he was. The men were obviously un aware of his presence in the works (Turn to Poire 14, Column 7). UNCROWNED KINGS By CLIFFORD McBRIDE \ Owner of car who doesn't open door_and slam it after fifs passenger has closeJ it once. MUGGS McGINNIS SEE HIM .. .,. !! WITH OF TUE BRUSH HE. A SM1LIM' To. A FROWMIN' FACE SISTER GAM WITH A HAIR AMD NO PAIMT 1 -! 1 MEVEf5 SEE A. P/MWT7M- BUT THAT TWMK OF MY C3DUSIM = HE'S AM ^ ARTIST. Tool! --'Ail- Brushing!! jpyriRht, 193!. by Central Press Association, li-.c. CiOODME'SS- MAGQiE COMS OUT WITH TO WIDE H*S PICTURE - · TKEM I'LL ^)IT DOV/M AM' Ll3TEKJ TO THE RADIO AM" FEH.QIT ALL A30UT DOG'S- Bringing Up Father SHE. OMLV COE.£ -li OUT WITH MOTHER, BUT HER. 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