The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa on April 3, 1931 · Page 14
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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 14

Mason City, Iowa
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Friday, April 3, 1931
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t'· 12 · 1* MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTB APRIL'S 1931 MAD LAUGHTER ;- i ' : · hJElCilZO » WT1IAX. MO* AttOaATKMrWxaMMr.I** 'A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY * by MILES BURTON. , CHAPTER 51 -It was three minutes past four as the Scotland Yard men and Dick reached the center of the town, where a- sergeant Informed them that car number FZ 2004 had kept straight on" towards Colchester. "That's : another twenty-one miles," said Pollard, as they flew out of the town. "Damn him! If he drives that Vauxhall "all out he'll leave us behind yet. We've got to catch sight of him before' he gets to Colchester, or we'll 'waste a lot of time finding out which way ,h'e's gone. The-road forks there" right to Harwich, left to Lowestoft and Tar- mouth. I'm assuming that he's making for the coast, Mr. Fenhampton. It's the most likely thing for him to do. Shake every ounce out of her, driver." , . ' ,, "I suppose he is, tho he hasn't got that barge handy now," replied Dick. "He's hardly Jikely to toe going all this way round to Lincolnshire." Conversation became impossible. The car swayed"' and jolted as the driver and out of Vtha stream'.'of traffic. He cut In remorselessly i taking risks JJmt made pick's heart leap into his mouth, and evoking volleys of abuse from the scan- .dallzed users oi'the road. They covered the nine miles to With am In 11 minutes, and there pulled up, as a frantically waving constabla dashed up to them. . "Passed thru here threa minutes ago, 'sir," he."panted breathlessly "Straight on, towards Colchester." "Got him now, I think," remarked Pollard complacently. "Ease her down to about 40, driver. We don't .want to come on .him too suddenly We mustn't let him know we're after him. He would lead us away from the rendezvous if we did." They sighted him first on a straight stretch of road beyond Marks Tey, Curtis was the first to distinguish a car, traveling slightlj slower^than they were. "That's him sir!" he called out. "I can't reat the numher, but it's a grey Vauxhall, all right." · ' - ; · · "Don't get any closer then, till we make sure," replied Pollard. "He's about, half a mile ahead now. Keep that distance from him till he gets into the outskirts o f ' Colchester Then close about three or four hundred yards." '." The driver obeyed, and. they were a short distance behind as they entered the town. Here they lost sight of him round the corners, but a constable put them on the right track. "That's the car, aura enough, sir." he reported, in answer to Pollard's question. "FZ 2004. He's 3'ust gone by. Took the'main Ipswich road.". f "That looks as if he's making for Lowestoft or Yarmouth, unless he means to turn off at Stratford St. Mary; for : Harwich, which isn't likely," said Pollard. "Confound it, It's getting devilish dark. You'll have to close up : a bit. · driver, as TTjS^Sa : yoir'aight nim again. Run up to Wm, and then drop behind again, or he'lT guess he's being followed." They caught up with him just outside, Colchester, and kept in touch with him along the seventeen miles to Ipswich. Fortunately there v -was plenty of traffic on the road, and consequently their quarry's suspicions were not aroused. Having reached Ipswich, they crept close enough up in Tavern street to read the number of the car, then dropped back again for fear that he should recognize. them In his driving mirror. A little farther on, to their astonishment, he turned to the right along the Felixstowe road. ' "Where the dickens is he going to now?" .exclaimed Pollard. "There's a river 6u either side of him, with no bridges over them, if he keeps oh. It's a regular cul-de-sac. Don't lose sight of him, driver.'" But before the car reached Derby Road Station, it turned sharply to the left once more, and proceeded down a road which rapidly degenerated into a country lane. And as i' did so, the man in It switched on his headlights. . "Now:I'm lost!" exclaimed Polard. "There's nothing down here jut a village or two, and then 'the RiVer Deben, which la about a mile wide. Unless he swims it he's cor-, nered. You'll have to do the best you can without lights, driver. If you switch them en, he'll know we're after him." They followed the lane for mile after Kllle, guided mainly 'by the leadllghts of the car in front .of :hem. It was a perilous journey, for }y now it was almost completely dark,, and only the skill and eyesight of the driver saved them, ;lme after time, from plunging iu- :6 the ditch at the; side of the road. At last, after a particularly Barrow escape, when they had "only been saved-frota collision with- a bank by a desperate wrench at the Wheel, Pollard .decided upon bolder tactics. , . ' - · ' · . . ' . "It's no good," he said. "We'll have to switch on: the lights and chance'it. We've not more than a inlle or two from the river, and this lane runs straight down to it without turning, froin what I can see of it on the map." The driver obeyed him,; and In an instant the hack ofjttie car in front was-illuminated by .the powerful glare. The driver must have realized that he was being pursued, -for he Immediately put on .speed and began to draw away from them. . "Damn It, .-we've : got to stop him nowl!' yelled Pollard.-"Pass him and then slow down. You know the trick!" The' driver put his foot on the accelerator, and the car bounded forward. At first the distance between the' two cars remained the flame, then it slowly decreased as the pursuers gained ground. "We'll have to chance his shooting over his shoulder," remarked Pollard. "He's not likely to make very good practice at this speed, that's one comfort. Jove, we're gaining on him!" . They were--of that there could be no doubt. Inch by' inch they crept lip, until only a few yards separated the two cars. The lane'was narrow, so narrow that it seemed impossible to pass. But the driver, calling- to his aid the last ounce of power which he had hitherto reserved, crept up until he was almost touching the mudgaurds of the car in front. And then he swerved to pass. Pollard yelled but something,, probably a summons to surrender, iut his voice was drowned In a rend ing crash · as the two c.ars urched into one another. Dick was mrled on to the floor as the off-stde wheels slid into the ditch and then ramped out again. By the time that le had recovered himself, they, were )B3t, and the other car was behind hem. "Naxrov. "squeak, that!" exclaimed; Pollard^. "Stand by all of you, and jump out when we stop!" The driver continued for a couple of hundred yards, then applied his brakes suddenly, and swung the car across the lane. They all leapt out as he did so, and began . to run back to the car behind, which had pulled up when its driver saw their maneuver. , : · Dr. Weatherleigh--for It was he, there was no doubt about it now, Dick had caught sight of his face the Instant after they had flashed past him-;--saw them coming. He put down his accelerator and-the big Vauxhall bounded forward towards^ them. His .intention to run them :dpwn was obvious, and they scattered like frightened birds into the hedges on either side. Dr. Weather- leigh never paused. Faster and faster the Vauxhall hurtled on, towards the police car which stood athwart the road, barring its passage. Dick watched it, fascinated. He found himself shouting at the top to Pnie IS, 'column T). FRONT PAGE FOLK By CLIFFORD McBRIDE : Man who started a midget golf coarse last winter now decides-to promote ice hockey games this summer. SORE.' AT, YOUR. 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