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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 15

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MAD LAUGHTER I , ' ' ' ; - f c r t X A ten at Kofnio. m m *B*X*T«W-COL"*«IOHT. n» [A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY + b y MILES BLJRTON ^CHAPTER 52 The lights of the cars had been extinguished W the crash. Pollard produced a torch, and, closely followed by the other three, ran forward to where Dr. Weatherlelgh's body lay st-etched upon the ground. "-- At the first attempt to move it, the head rolled limply to one side. Pollard lowered the ho'dy to the ground ». and rose to his feet. "Broken his neck," he remarked tersely. "As clear a case of suicide as ever I saw. Good Lord, I.never heard a man laugh like that! I still feel creepy from .the sound of it. The man must have been a maniac!" I aboard and slip away. Don't you fliinlr in?" He figure __. -end of the Funny Toff," he continued. "Now, about the rest of the gang, I wonder? I reckon that be waa oh his way to.meet them down by the riverside. The point is, how are we going to round them up? Better call up the Yard, Curtis. But Curtis, who had been examining the wreckage, shook his head. "No good, sir," he replied. "The instrument's smashed to smithereens. It's past repair, from what I can s e e o f it." - · · · · · · "Then we'll have to tackle them ourseleves," decided Pollard. "There are four of us--I-want you in on this',-Mr. Penhampton--and heaven knows how many there are of them. The first thing to do-is to reconnoiter. I'm going forward to see if I can locate them. The rest of you stay here." "I'd like to come with you, Inspector," ventured Dick. "I've done a bit of deer-stalking-in my time. You needn't be afraid that I shall make a noise." . ' · ' · ' Pollard hesitated. "All right," he said at last. "You'll be useful if it comes to a scrap. Come along, quietly, mind." \ , . The two set off, following the lace. Dick, as he moved warily forward, was full of thankfulness at Dr. Weatherleigh's end. Perhaps, after all, Alison might be spared the full horror 6f her father's crimes. Had this "been at the back of Dr. Weatherleigh's mind as he rushed forward to his death? Perhaps, when he caught sight of -Dick's face in the glare of his headlights, he had seen the way to ensure the hap- thlnk so? Pollard nodded. "That's about the size of it," he replied. "The point is, what do we do next? TKanks to that smash, we're out of touch with the world. If we try and rush the two fellows with the dinghy, the rest of the gang will get under way and clear out. And I don't see how we're.to stop them." "More likely they'd come ashore and scupper us," remarked Dick. "We don't know 'how many of them there are oa board; remember. No, that won't do. By Jove, tho, I believe I've got an Idea! They 'had reached the cars by paused regarding the prone now, and Pollard turned impatlent: at his'feet. "Well, that's the j y t o t be driver, who had busied piness of; his daughter genuinelV loved. It wa£ further to the river than they had expected, and they must have covered more than a mile before the trees surrounding the lane grew thinner, and they could make out a wide expanse of mud and water. Pollard halted and whispered in Dick's ear. 'This lane seems to end in a hard of some kind, and isn't that a boat of some kind lying off it? Bear to the right a hit, we shall see better." They crept on for a few yards, and then came to a sudden, stop. The hlght was not entirely · dark, ^a moon- had risen somewhere behind the clouds, and from where they were they had a good view of the river. As Pollard had said, the lane ended · in a rough causeway, running across the mud to the water's edje. Anchored in the middle of the fairway .was the long '. low shape of a big motor-boat, and at the end of tie hard was H. dinghy, with two men standing by it. Even In the uncertain light, Dick recognized one of these men as Ben, the skipper of the" Rosalie. Without,a word Pollard and Dick retraced their steps. It was not until they were well away from the waterside that either of them spoke. "I'm very glad to see that motorboat," remarked Dick cheerfully. "Why?" growled Pollard. "It does not seem to me to mahb matters any simpler." "Because I deduced her existence long ago at the time of Fussy Herridge's murder," said Dick. "Well, . Inspector, this-is how I see it. The gang is on board that boat, ready to make a bolt for it. Two men with : the dinghy are waiting for the arrival of the Chief. As soon as he ly -- - himself'examining the wreckage. "Any chance of making either of these cars go?" he asked. "I'm afraid not, sir," replied the driver. "They're both properly done in. There isn't enough left to make a Ford between the two' of them." . . "Here!" exclaimed Pollard.-"We can't let tho'se chaps down there get away with it. What's your Idea Mr. Penhampton?" "It looks as tho they didn't hea the crash," replied Dick. "If that's the case, they'll wait a bit longer for their Chief, and they're pretty safe where they are for the next few hours. Besides, it's dead low water, as you may have noticed, and by the look of her, that motorboat won't te able to get over the bar at the entrance of the river till at least half-tide, say three hours hence. I take it that you'd like to capture them yourself, Inspector?" "I would that!" exclaimed Pollard savagely. "I don't want a lot of country pojicemon butting in." "All right, then," continued. Dick. "We've got a four-mile walk .before us, to a little-village called Bawdsey, at the mouth of the river. I know it well. I've sailed up and down all these rivers, and there's a fisherman-' there that I've hired boats from. Besides, there's a telephone, and you can call up Ipswich for reinforcements. By the look or it we shall want them. Come on, I'll explain the dodge as we go along." Pollard consented, not from acy great faith in Dick's scheme, bu l . because his urgent need was to get into touch with the world. But, as whom he. they, proceeded, and Dick unfolded his plan, he smiled grimly. "It's worth trying," he agreed. "Anyhow, I confess I can't think of anything better.- Before we could get a recent force at the mouth of the river, they'd be away. It's a sporting chance of capturing them, anyhow." - · . It took them rather over an horn' to reach Bawdsey, where they separated. Pollard to telephone, and Dick to interview his friend the fisherman. He found him in the local inn, and persuaded him to him have his boat for the night. He spun a'" yarn about having some friends who wanted to try their hands at night fishing, and plained that he would not want the man himself. "You can trust me with her all right, can't you said. "Aye, sir, I'll trust you," said the man, after a deep pull at the beei with which Dick had provided him. "You're handy enough with a boat, I know that. Besides, the tide's making, and if you do get on the .mud, you'll soon float off again. I'll put you and your friends on board.- as soon as you're ready, sir.'. 1 (TO BE CONTINUED) Wins Debate Honor Key. BELMOND, April 4.--Miss Leonora Olson, daughter of Julius Olson and a sophomore at .Waldorf college, has won a Kappa Lambda deb'ate key because of her ability in debate. She also is a member of the scholarship society of the college, a society based on maintaining ~ average o£.B or over. turned up, they would take him bune. If the Minnesota house wants to practice economy in its true sense they will put over the road bond issue with a bang.--Albert Lea TrS- FRONT PAGE FOLK By CLIFFORD McBRIDE Husband who washed dlsfies after every ccal while his wife was at the beach. MASON CITY GIA)BEGAZETTB MUG6S McGINNIS APPLES ME AGMM -AH'SEE lOHAT .HAPPENS K Copyright. 1931. by Central Press AflAocUtion, Inc. a-r-i I'M ATRAJD VUA-HAVE. 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