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March 28, 1931

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

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^BLAU^HTER THMLUNC MYSTERY STORY + "by MILES BURTOi t 'i the realization that he had I tpe death which had been s! /or him, Dick's mind re- j to/the danger which threat- '"--jn. He.had.ho'idea 1 how i had elapsed since her de- he outer- room-'into which was almost in darkness. {'' out hia watch and was just f read the time. It was quart four. ~ ; . "ting was quite plain, that v«s no time to be.lost, But, i Jie had averted the danger jaatlon, he was as far as ever* sfcaping frotn." his prison. To ,u the door was hopeless, it ened'With a bolt at least n diameter. The hole in the far too small to allow his pass, and there was no of reaching the: roof. He »r a moment »ia thot. and idea struck him. He had a t-knlfe in his pocket, and he began to attack the between the bricks -aur- · the opening. It was softer dared hope, and after a succeeded in removing one bricks^ Three or four more .would be able to squeeze , s maddening slow work, but course of'ah hour he had id to widen the hole enough to crawl thru into the outer Almost exhausted as he was -ecent experiences, the climb- th'e gate seemed to nim an able obstacle. It was how- i easier task from inside than rithout; the battens to which iiks of the gate were nailed 3 him some sort of foothold, ly he clambered up, poised ' on the top, and prepared to I. Then his bruised and torn .relaxed their grasp and he wily to the ground outside. *ay for a few moments, half- 3 then wearily picked himself aint twilight still covered the across which swept the rear- of ,the gale, ', ( bringing h/em. He bent angry, biting stinging sleet his head and r-/' shafts, and had a devil of a job to get out. Now I must get into Wells as fast as ever you .can drive." "you .were lucky to "get out at all, sir," said the landlord impressively. "There's- many a one fallen down them pits and never be%n seen alive again. But you. can't go back to London Jike that, sir. Better Jet me drive you home, where you can get a change." · 'Til change later," replied Dick. "I inust get to Wells .without losing a moment. It's a matter of life and death, man," The landlord, a discreet man in his way, made no'- further comment. The rest of the drive was made in silence, and the lights of Wells came in sight as the Cathedral clock was striking six. They were entering the town when ! a- breakdown lorry passed them, towing a car which had obviously been involved in ah accident. . Dick recognized it at once. He had seen it often enough when he was staying at Lestridge Hall. It was Alison's two-seater which she always drove herself. He was too late. He shouted at the top of his Voice, and the driver of the breakdown lorry' looked round. Dick beckoned to him to stop, and as the trap drew up alongside he asked incoherently for the details of the accident. He knew the car. Had e. lady not been driving It? "Yes, that's right, sir," replied the man. "Queer thing, she was driving along the Shepton road, not five miles from here, when a tree came · down on. top of her. There's a dozen or more trees come down in this gale that I see. There's not a lot of damage done. The radiator's done in, and the front axle's buckled, but that's all." "But what about the lady who was driving, man?" interrupted Dick, impatiently. "They'd taken her -away afore ·! got there," replied the man. "'Bout three o.'clock it happened, from . what they told me. A branch of the tree caught her, they say. Took her away in^an ambulance to the hos pital from what I hear." ' The ominous words fell like blows upon Dick's heart. It was impossible to tell from them whether Alison was alive or dead. The landlord had already turned his horse's head and was driving' rapidly in a fresh direction. · . ' . . . "The hospital, quick as ever you can!" cried Dick. "Aye sir," replied the landlord. "That's where we're bound for. We'll learn about the lady there." They reached the hospital in a very few minutes and Dick leaped out and pealed frantically at the bell. In a few minutes he was in ·led forward into the teeth of hd. purpose was clear. He must (Veils, and there get in touch ; r". .W.eatherleigh on the tele- He would know Alison's -the road she proposed to ',h heir return journey. Then Uce could be told to look out ' car,'and to take her to some f safety--if only, by the time rere warned, it was not too dragged himself on, forcing to' overcome the utter wearl- 1 his limbs. Suddenly, ahead he^saw a pair of lights. He i and peered anxiously to- ithem. There were no houses .'direction, he felt sure. Could ;he gang,,returning^ atjreaent. She is still unconscious^ ispose'of hlsTppdyrHe leftifilSTlt is";very difficult to "say how ser' · · · -- ..-,_i-_, ously she is injured yet, but the doctor has ascertained that there are no bonea broken. A very serious concussion--more than that I can- the presence of the matron, Who -road and lay down behind some 'gorse. \ s The lights drew nearer and very soon Diek's ears caught the sound of \ a hoise'3 roof A. They drew nearer st(ll, until Dick could moke out the " outlines of the advancing vehicle. It was the trap in which he had driven from the station the previous night. Dick stepped from his hiding place,, and totteie'd towards it. A cheerful haiV greeted him, and he heard the voice of the landlord of __ the Anchor and Hope. "Is that you, Mrv Penhamptoh?" he said. "We've been terrible anxious about you, since you didn't come back to catch the train. Thot you'd got lost hi the storm, mostlike. ' Hearing you talk · to old Gaffer Dule last night I thot as hqw you might have come over 'this yay. Jump in, sir, and I'll drive you back." : plck approaphed the trap and clambered wearily in. Then, for the , first time, the landlord noticed his condition, and uttered .an exclamation of concern.. "Why, whatever have you been doing of, sir?" he inquired. "Had an accident," replied Dick "Fell down one of those old Vbriefly. listened sympathetically to his inquiry. "Miss Weatherleigh?" she replied: "I'm afraid' that you cannot see her aot Say. The only clew we had to her identity was a letter we found in her bag, and addressed to Miss Weatherlelgh, Lestridge Hall, Lincolnshire. I put a trunk call thru as soon as she was brot in; and was able to speak to her father.'Ho was very much distressed at the news, and is on his way here now." Her glance traveled from Dick's pallid face to his torn hands, still clotted'with blood. "You appear to have met with an accident yourself," she continued. "You Had better let me tie up those wounds." Dick allowed himself to be led'un- resistingly to the surgery, where hia hands were cleaned and bound .up. Then the matron ventured the question which had been on her lips since his entrance. "You are a relative of Miss Weatherleigh's, perhaps?" "I am engaged to be married to her," replied Dick, simply. "Then no doubt you will be glad to be on the spot," said the matron. (Turn to Page 16, Column 1). ' BERT and ALF By CLIFFORD McBRIDB "I Jike apring, because we kin travel in open cars." ELSE FDRVfeU? Every Man for Himself By Wally Bishop Cupyright 1S31. by Central Press Association: Inc Bringing HP Father HERE COME=. COUMT ' i VAVOM DER F WE COOUO DO f$ FAS/OR tAE? HE tsJE\J£R Dl O VoyJFi. CAU-- OlO l IF I COOUD HA^JE HAME. A.SKE.O "00 TO COME HERE- By McManus @ HSl. ton Feature Sorvl re. Inc. Qre«l Britain rlthln rw«7 I ONOt DCOPP6D IN A SODA-- fiE.GAOK, - The Secret's Out! 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