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A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY " txsstxaicstms-^--'-*^* 1 '***'?"' lifiSK CHAPTER 45 ""Ted seemed In no great Eurry. H left the storeroom, locking the doo 'behind him, and then passed'int the outer room. There came a soun of hammering against the parti tlon wall, as tho something wer being nailed to , It. At last Dicl heard Ted's footsteps as he left th place; and once more,the dull clanj of the outer gate.-Then alienee, an Dick; knew that he wag left alon to his fate. What that fate was to'be', he not at first understand. The curiou hissing noise continued, falntl, heard ahove the moaning of th wind, : which seemed if anything t Have Increased in Intensity. But t this ;Dlck ; paid no attention,, hi ' mind was full of the agony of hi helplessness. Not so much oh-hi. own,account, as on Alison's. For h undertsood at last the part .which the devilish'ingenuity of-the Fun Dy Toff'had-alotted.tp: her in th matter. 'Â·:Â·',Â·',,''Â·".Â»., .;/ : : ;'Â·Â· ,Â·'Â· /Â·'Â·'/'. His first impluse, when he hearc her voice, had been.'to. make some struggle, at .whatever risk to him self, that would he heard hi the out er rqpm. Uis.ldea'had been that'she would be alarmed,'that she'would'be .-enaoled perhaps to make her escape from this sinister spot. But if she had not/'escaped! .Any Inte'rference on his part would have led 'to her sharing his own-fate; It would he folly to expect the gang, to-show consideration for anybody, inan or -Woman, if their plans were threatened. No, it was better to let her leave the place. . ' . - . : Â· -.-..Â· The casting of the.pig was now clear to him. The stones, brot by Ben from Poole had:beea inserted in the molten inetal, and the forged antique now contained the proceeds of the Hatton, Garden robbery. That, of course/was why the stones had been brot .to the mine. They were now safely hidden.' . Â· Â· ; Â· . . Even in Dick's present position, the ingenuity of the scheme forced itself upon him. He "could piece it together from what he had over r heard. Dr. Weatherlelgh. had -been informed of the discovery of an an- clent'tpig of lead In some old work- Ings of;. the Mendlps, by some one purporting to he Professor Cobhold. He had sent Alison to fetch it, in order that he might examine it; But it-was never to be allowed to reach Mm,,since an expert of his standing would .recognize it as/a forgery at.first glance. Somewhere on the road to Lestridge Hall Alison would be stopped and the pig taken from her. But--would she be allowed ;to .continue her- journey unharmed? Was.not thia the development which he had always feared? The Funny Toff. had decided '.'to avenge his own Interference'Â· upon the wbmatt he laved! ''Â·Â·.' -,." Â· At this terrible, prospect, 1 pick's self-control; deserted him;.. He , tore madly ( at the :,cords which' bound * Â· ' ' d i a l o g e ith6 . u ' , i i u g Â« ^ T s t r c r But-hlfalfcCfbits :wer'e 'unavailing, and after a few moments 'of .wild-eyed desperation, he staggered against the ; wall of his cell, and, unable to preserve his balance, rebounded and fell heavily to the floor. The shock sobered,, him., If he were, to save Alison, to save himself, ,he must at all .costs :ke'ep calm and bring the whole powe'r of his mind to hear upon the problem of escape. He lay fpr a while where he had, fallen, striving desperately to think. Bound as he' was,/ there, was no means of escape fr6m the cell. If only he could "free hishahds-^-^ He became aware that a-strange lassitude was creeping over him, that he was breathing deeply, al- inost gasping for breath. It must be the gag which was suffocating him. He tried to take a deep hreath,-but the effort choked him. A -deadly weariness aeemed to' have overtaken him; numbing his muscles and his brain. The'hissing noise rang In his ears, which throbbed dully with it. Then, in a sudden access of understanding, he realized the manner of death which had teen prepared f o r htmv " Â· Â· Â· ' . ' . In a wild panic he struggled to his feet, and leaned pan ting against the wall of his cell. Gradually/his breath returned, his functions resumed their activities. But, If he were to escape the fate of Inspector Brooks, he must find a means of escape at once. He understood now the reason'for Ted's visit to the storeroom, and the cause of the hissing noise which had follpwed. It. The steel cylinders which he had seeh\thru the'crack in the door were carbon dioxide gas reservoirs, and the cell in"'which he was'Imprisoned was a lethal chamber. This accounted for the closely fitting 1 doors, for tie stuffing up of the hole In the wall. The hissing was the sound of the gas escaping fronv the cylinders thru a ' pipe which led Into the cell. Being heavier than air,;the gas,would settle first on the jfloor, which accounted''for: the symptons he had felt as he lay' there;-It would rise slowly,'until It suffocated him. . . : j This then was how Brooks had met his death, not by the clumsy meth- j od of., lowering : htnr into the shaft Something of the terror which had left its traces on his face overcame Dick/ as he -listened to-the hissing whiSH told of the steady rise of the gas. And then he felt a cold draught playing upoa him. VVith a sudden thrill ,of thankfulness,; he realized that one slight chance had been afforded him. The wind, blowing thru :he damaged roof, sent stray currents of air down into the cell. This might at least dilute the gas, and delay Its fatal rise. Â» The thot was like a tonic to him, and with St came a ray of hope. The hole 'in the wall was edged with rough bricks. If he could only reach hem with his .bound.hands he might possibly be abJe: to fray the cord against them. He dashed across the cell, and,found that by-standing on Jptoe,--hl3 back jagalnst the hole, he could 'manage to' reach' Its lower;, edge. Frantically he began to :hafe his wrists against the edge of ie bricks. ' ; . : His strained position became . an ( igony, yet he persisted, -gasping for. ireath, the sweat 'pouring from his forehead:and blinding him. Then came a lull In the atorm, the clean, fresh air no longer opposed the gas, which was rapidly-filling the cell. Once more his breathing became abored; the' ! awful latitude crept iver him, until he could no longer orce his muscles-to maintain their lositlon. With a ''groan he sank :own upon his heels, but as he did o, he tore at his bonds with one ast Â· convulsive wrench. The cord, rayed;, by his efforts, bracked and 'ielded.; His hands-were free. / For. a second he'leaned against the wall, exhausted by his efforts, truggUng-Â·Â·tor. breath.,,Th'en -he alsed his bleeding wrists,and With -::^iÂ» Â· Â« ^i_' - . , Â· : "- . Â·^Â·.-. . , Â· : _ ' . ' ; .' 'Â·_*,T^ "bis done, he turned r to the straw and canvas with which the hole was buffed. He was working automatically now, struggling feebly against unconsciousness. The straw came away in his hands. Beyond Jt, on he far side if the wall, a board had een nailed across the opening. : This last blow almost .overcame him. He staggered back, only by a uperhuman effort saving himself rom the fall from which he would ever have riserif; ' Â·Â·Â·Â· Then.'in jone' last-access of despair, e h'urledr himself at the aperture, eating upon the "board with his ists. It yielded half an inch or so, md he collapsed against the wall, lis head In the openmg, drinking in IB faint current of air. "A few deep hreaths revived, him, and once more he battered at the oard'twith his bare hands. At last t yielded, and fell wrth a crash ppn the,floor of ^the outer room. A. heaven-sent gust of air swept in- o the cell. He was saved. 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