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

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16 MADLAUGHTER . , llH x««n»»»mAi.i-itr=MS*a»Ti»-»rTrlu!mt. '·» · . , l l H x « « n » » » m A i . - - . .,,«»·»-» . A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY * by MILES : BURTON CHAPTER 43 ' Whatever the job was, it was evident that the furhace-.played the principal part in It. Ted was evidently the directing spirit, for Dick could hear his voice giving instructions. It seemed to him that the men were placing one of the pigs of lead into a crucible, and were melting it . down. .- , Upon the reason for this procedure he could only hazard a guess. Nor was he any further enlightened by what he j heard next. There was silence for some minutes, apparently while the metal was melting, and then Ted spoke again. "It'll be ready to pour in a moment. Got your mold ready, Arthur?" Ben was the next to speak. "Hullo, there's some letters on it. Blest if I can make out what they mean, tho. Whatever did you make the mold like that for? The pig will be"quite different from any I've ever seen." "Orders," replied Arthur, briefly. "I was told to go to the British Museum, number of the room, and all given to me, and copy a pig of lead I should find in a particular case. While I was making sketches of it I had a look at the description. It was found close by here, Lord knows how many centuries ago. That lettering you see in the mole is the inscription that was on it. My job is to make this pig as much like it as possible." . . ~ . "Well, if your mold's ready, the metal's fit to pour," remarked Ted "It's not too hot You stand by ready to put the stuff in, Ben. All ready, Arthur?" . . "All ready, mate." The metal was poured, and the men desisted from their task for a moment. "Give it i ·minute or two to set," advisee Arthur. "While it's still soft, I want to hit it about with a hammer. The one in the Museum was a bit battered. Then we'll put it in the pickle." ' "That's the warmest pb Ive met today," remarked Ted. "Keep the furnace going a bit longer; I don't know exactly what time the messenger is coming, and I don't want to /have to wait here In the cold. You two chaps can clear out as soon aa you've finished." " . "I'll wait till Arthur's finished, then I'll get hack to Poole," said Ben. "I mustn't be away from the barge longer than I can help. Where are you bound for, Arthur?" "Back to Bristol, to wait further orders," replied Arthur. "We chaps that did the job have been told to keep away from London: ' You're all right, you hadn't any hand in it." "I must'open those blessed safes single-handed, and that's as tougl a job as any you had," grumblec Ben. "The other two chaps I had on board had never seen the flame jis^d .before, and they were no use. vThat's: the next mbve,~Arthuf ""--~-~ |V:'-"Get the pickle ready," repli»J; Arthur. /'There's a wooden' tub over there. You want just enough water to cover the pig. That'll do, I've got the acids ready mixed, and all we've got to do is to pour them in. We'll want a pair of tongs, for the pig will have to go in while it's still hot. Right, Ted, drop it in." · · There was a loud sound of hissing, and Dick guessed that the pig had been put'into the tub. After, a while Arthur gave directions for it to be lifted out. "That's not a bad fake!" ' he exclaimed. "You wouldn't know it.wasn't the own brother to the one 1 in the Museum." · "Pretty good," concedsd Ted. "Nobody would guess that we'd cast it half an hour ago. We'll just wrap it up in some paper, and then it's ready for the messenger/ What do you reckon it weighs, Ben?" "Best part of a hundredweight and an antique like that's worth its weight in gold," replied Ben The joke seemed to appeal to the men, for they laughed heartily. Dick, listening intently, his ear ap plied to the hole in the wall, was completely mystified. He remem bered Dr. Weatherleigh saying tha / pigs of lead dating from Roman times had been found in the Mendips, and no doubt one of these was in the British Museum. But why on earth had these men gone to the trouble rm,- Tpnjnt of copying'it? Was the faking of A«e iiuuiv MUGGS McGINNiS _ copying ... . . -- -- - ,, antiques''a branch 1 .of the Funny Toff's activities ? It was possible, but omehow unlikely. A man who could carry out a coup on the scale of the Hatton Garden robbery would hardy turn his hand to, so inconsiderable a trade as this.' Still, whatever had been the motive, the pig was cast and the pur- jose for which the men had come lere apparently accomplished. Dick had found inspiration in Ted's remark, that he was. the only one who need wait. From that moment his plan of action was determined, As soon as the other two had gone, he would creep out of his hiding place and fall upon Ted unawares. Every detail was clear in his mind. His eyes, accustomed to the not quite complete darkness of the cellar, would enable him to avoid stumbling as ha made his way out. From the door of the main cellar he ought to be able to see h'ow Ted was sitting.' If he had his back to him, it would all be simple enough. If not, he would have to take chances of a quick rush. Ted, if he remembered right, .was a considerably smaller man than he was. He ought to find no difficulty in tying him up and gagging him. Once Ted was disposed of, there remained the mesenger. He was an unknown .factor. The pig weighed the best,part of a hundredweight, Ben had said. The messenger .would, therefore, be certain to arrive with some sort of a vehicle. Dick profoundly hoped that he would be driving it himself. The fewer people he had to tackle, the greater, his chance of success. The messenger was obviously/ unknown to Ted, and t was fair to assume . that Ted would be unknown to him. Dick would impersonate Ted and bring- the messenger into the works. As he was bending down to examine the pig, Dick would go for him.' By that time he would have possessed himself of Ted's weapon, i£ he was carrying one. He would tie him. up and lay him beside. Ted. Then he would commandeer the messenger's vehicle--he would find a means of dealing with the driver if there happened to be one--and drive as fast as he could into .Wells., AH sense of his personal danger left Dick at the prospect. With his own hands he would have ca-otured at-least two of the gang, and his in-' D p ail l formation would enable the police to M J * »iu round up three more on board.the Rosalie. Surely one of these agenta was bound, intentionally or otherwise, to reveal some fact which! would lead to the discovery of the · rincipal! If so, it would be entirely I jwing to his own initiative, thru he-fertility ^of his- own -imaginat3on~!--~- hat the Funny Toff would be cap- ured! He need fear no further sar- Pj. ACC1 ,.. A :asm from Scotland Yard. * FCMUC Unfortunately, this optimistic scheme seemed destined to delay Ben and Arthur seemed to be in no lurry to go, and Dick was by no means prepared to attack the three of them. And then suddenly Ted spoke. "Stop the row a minute!" ic exclaimed: "I believe I heard a car." There was a moment's silence. 'Yes, I thot so," continued Ted. rapidly. "It's turning at tho end of the lane. It'll be the messenger right enough. I'm supposed to be hero alone. You two clear out and hide in the little room. I don't know who he is, but it won't do for him to sea you. Look sharp!" Dick braced his nerves to the crisis which he knew had come at last. The little room could be none other than the cell in which he was himself concealed. He heard the two men enter the cellar and approach J the iron door. He took up his stand j beside it in such a position that he. _ . would not be seen immediately when |Jjg the door opened. '·! 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