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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 16

Mason City, Iowa
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Tuesday, March 24, 1931
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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE MARCH 24 1931 MAD LAUGHTER i i aM im»»»a»iiai.r»«i'«oci»Ti»-«r«Min 1 .»» _ ._--.^.J . tATHRJLLINGMYSTERY STORY + . by MILES BURTON MUGGS McGINNIS i ' CHAPTER. 48. ;' ' '. , Dick heard voices passing within a few f eet of where he atooa. One of the men had entered the main cellar, and was rummaging ih the pile of broken wood. He went out again after a few minutes, and Di^k coulo. hear preparations for lighting the furnace. Very soon there was · crackling, and Dick guessed that the,fire had taken hold. "That's right, let it burn up a, bit, Arthur," said the man whose voice he had already recognized^ "We'll get a good fire burning, then.melt the metals before Ben gets here. He won't be very,long-now.". "Lucky he got .in before :this storm came in," replied Arthur. Dick was not so sure of the voice this time, hut he guessed, that it belonged to the one of the Margate Jetty who had scarcely spoken half a-dozen words. "What time did you get the message, Ted?" ., . "About 9 o'clok,'., just hefore I caine round to fetch you. The Rosalie got into Poole on the tide, about six. Ben will come by train from there to Masbury, and walk the rest of the way here. He's on the road now, I expect. Stoke up the furnace a bit, mate. It's blasted cold .in here. I shan't be sorry to get back to that . pub ia Bristol." The two men relapsed into silence, and Dick, in spite of his terror, which refused to be shaken off. found himself trying to fathom the meaning of their conversation. One thing seemed pretty clear. These two men had been waiting in Bristol in different places, since Ted had "fetched" Arthur, for a message that the Rosalie had reached Poole. They had come to the rendez- vaus, where Ben was to meet them. Since there could be no reasonable doubt that all three were members ,of the Funny Toff's gang, it was pretty certain that their business was in some way: connected with the Hatton Garden 'robbery. It began to dawn upon Dick that he had allowed his imagination to run away with him after his last visit to the wharf'at Coldharbour Point. He had been right in hia observations; the seas had certainly been loaded there on to some sort of craft, the Rosalie. But he had been too quick to assume that her destination was the .Dutch coast. The Rosalie had reached Poole at six o'clock that morning,, roilghly 60 hours from the probable time of her departure from Coldharbour Point. Had she been the seagoing motorboat of Dick's imagination, she should have covered the two hundred miles from port to port in considerably less than half the time. Besides, since his conversation with Sir Edric, a special lookout was probablv being kent for craft of that, ^type. No, the Rosalie was probably .,, .on ordinary.:Ijondon'-barge^ a.typO'Of craft : 'so'common in all the south. coast ports that her arrival in Poole '" would attract no attention.'And two ·"" hundred miles in sixty hours was . just about the rate of progress to be expected from a barge, given fair weather and a favorable wind. What had actually happened slowly became clear to Dick. The Rosalie had no doubt loaded a perfectly' genuine cargo for Poole, at some point on the river above Cold- harbour Point She had then dropped down to the wharf, remained there long enough to ; taka the safes on board, arid proceeded on her voyage. At some favorable opportunity the safes would be cut open, the stones taken out, and tho safes thrown overboard. On the Rosalie's arrival In Poole, she would proceed to discharge her genuine cargo,'while.Ben proceeded to tha lead workings with the stones. Dick had little doubt that? Ben would turn put to be the .bargee of the Margate Jetty. He had'just reached this conclu sion when Arthur spoke again "What are the orders about gettin rid of the stuff?" he asked. "I had a message from the Boss, replied the man addressed as Ted "A messenger is to come here an fetch it. He will ask for Professo? Cobbold. That's all I know. The Boss isn't'one to say.more than he need. "I-say, Ted, have you ever seen the Boss?" inquired Arthur, in a low and awestruck vpice. "No, I've heard him, and thats enough for me," .replied Ted emphatically. "Once you've heard the Funny .Toff you aren't likely to want to ask him questions. Besides it pays you .better to do what ha tells you. Start to double-cross him and you find yourself as stiff aa Pussy Herridge. And don't you make any mistake about that, m lad." "You don't catch me playing anj tricks!" exclaimed· Arthur, fervent ly. "I shan't forget that evening down by the river in a hurry. I can see Pussy's face now--Hullo, what' that?" ' ' · » "Sounds like Ben's knock,"- re plied the other ; man. "Slip along am let him in, mate." · ' . .' Arthur obeyed him, and in a few minutes Dick heard a third voice i the outer room. He knew at one that he had not been mistaken. H recognized it as that of the barge whom he had met in the liargat 6 "Got 'em all right, Ben?" inquired Ted anxiously. · "Here they are, right enough," replied the deep voice of Ben. "Every- ing worked like clockwork as usuaL We had a devil of a job with thosa safes, though. They took 'us the best part of the second night out to get them open. They are at the bottom of the sea, now, somewhere between Dungeness and Beachy Head, where they won't be dredged up. All right your end, I suppose?" "Right as can be," said Ted heartily. "You haven't seen the papers, of course. They are full of the job. Police in possession of clews, and all that They found the lorry, of course, but Joe's well out of the way so that doesn't matter. They've never stumbled to the Rosalie, anyhow." "That's a good job," remarked Ben! "I was a bit nervous when we go in this morning. I'd been ,at sea a couple of days, and I didn't know what had happened. Of course I rigged up the wireless at night when it couldn't be seen, but noth ing came thru on our special wavi length. But as that was only to be used in cases of great emergency, wasn't surprised." "There's precious little the BOB doesn't think of!" axclaimed Ted ad miringly. "What was your orders if anything had gone wrong?." "Chuck the stuff overboard, and continue the voyage," · replied Ben tersely. "One code word over the wireless would have' been enough. I'm glad it wasn't necessary, tho. There'll be some profit out of this ast haul, mate! Feel the weight of tie-stuff I' teli'tfou.vl-almost -wishr d there weren't so many of them tones by the time I'd started walking from Masbury Station." In spite of his precarious position, Dick felt a thrill of excitement. The roceeds of the Hatton Garden rob- jery were within a few feet of him, eparated from him only by a narrow brick wall. He could not resist a feeling' of admiration' for the Fun- ly Toff's organization. But one thing still puzzled him. Once the stones had been safely landed at Poole, they'could have been disposed of without much difficulty. Why md it been necessary to convey them to this remote corner of the Mendips, from whence this mysterious messenger was to fetch, them? And who on earth was Professor Cobbojd? Dick was cramped with cold and with the necessity for remaining perfectly still. He could hear so plainly the voices in the next room, that he was in terror lest the men in their turn should hear his slightest movement. But,- fortunately for him, they were busy with their task/whatever it was. He could hear the deep roaring of the fur-, nace, now evidently in full blast, Gone Are the Days! 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