Evening Star Newspaper, November 29, 1927, Page 31

THE FOUR By Frank Author of “The Miracle Man.” “Doors of the Night. Copyright. Ge CAPT. FRANCIS NEWCOMBE in the great war, who_ breaks society, but who is really Shadow Varne. noted figure of underworid. and in charge ©of various big steals that have set London 2 PAUL CREMARRE. thief, Who has met { the war. along with N S, 'a valet. who had done some on his own t. and TH STR. who hears oks agree to combine after the who_ disappears < . whom New. noted _French be jop 10 a finishing insuring social contacts of the best before e leaves England. after executing some he is the friend of 5 N. daughter of an eccentric her guest on @ big show biace on the Florida kess. MR. MAR| more advert, ently fre BOWARD LOCKE. who takes N o Florida on hie s in love with Polly INSTALLMENT X The Flight. OR a moment, grim-lipped, Locke stood there at the door. complished exactly the oppo- site to what he had intended— the old man, the money, were both in infinitely than under almost an stances of which he c conc He did not blame himself—the vz cum- i When he opened ihls eyes again, a mooi ex-officer into Newcombe in the backwaters He had | ve. | STRAGGLERS L. Packard Jimmie Dale.” Ete. 0. H. Doran Co. was strangl came with the gusting wind. It came again. From the edge of the lawn now, Locke leaped for- ward along the path. Black, twisting shapes loomed up just ahead of him. He flung himself upon them. A low, startled, vicious snarl an- wered his attack. After that there was no sound while perhaps a minute passed, save the rustle of leaves and foliage, the snip of broken twigs under swiftly moving, straining feet. Locke | was fighting now with merciless, ex- | ultant ferocity. It was the man in the {mask he was at gripts with—it was not the dressing gown alone, the feel | of it, that distinguished one from the | other; he had even in that first plung- - |ing rush in the darkness felt his hand | brush against the mask on the man's cheek. It was all shadow, all blackness. To this side and that, close locked to- | gether, he and his antagonist now swayed madly. The man's one evi- dent desire was to break away from his, Locke’s, encircling arms; his, Locke’s purpose not only to prevent escape, but to unmask the other—the moon might come out again at any instant—filter through the branches just enough light to see the other’s ce if the mask were off. A peal of laughter rang out. Tt vas the old madman. Locke, as he , more sensed than saw the old form close to the ground, as nbeam lay along the path and a figure n a long dressing gown was passing by. ries, the impulses, the irrational promptings of an insane mind were | beyond his control or guidance. It| was the last thing he bhad expected | the dld maniac to do. But it was done | now; it was too late to consider that phase of it. There was work for his | in to do—he hoped more v He turned sharply now and began to make his way as best he could in the darkness toward the window at the end of that aisle of tanks outside of which he knew the masked man had stood. He dared not-show any light here, though by so doing he would have been able to move more swiftly. The man who had been at the window s almost certainly gone now—to watch for the old maniac’s appear- ance outside the house. And Marlin would assuredly, and as quick- 1y as he could, scurry outside to hide his moriey away again. And even if the man in the mask had had no pre- vious knowledge of the old madman’s strange nightly movements, which would be a very unsafe assumption on which to depend, he would have heard enough at the window, if not to know, then, at least, to expect that the old maniac’s one thought now would be to secrete his money, and that the hiding place. this time-lock | that God had made, as the old man | had called it, was somewhere outside the house. But the watcher's new | Iurking place might still embrace a view of the window, and if he, Locke, | climbed out with the light behind | him He was at the window now. He smiled grimly. He was pitted against no fool—but then he never had been fool enough himself ever to place Capt. Francis Newcombe in that category! The man in the mask had -left no telltale evidence of his presence be- hind him. The shade was drawn down; the window closed. Locke lifted the shade now, raised the window quietly, and stood for an instant listening, ~staring out. He could see little or nothing, other than the swaying branches of trees against the sky line; and there was no sound save the sweep of the wind, which was still blowing half a gale. And now he swung himself over the windowsill, dropped the few feet to the ground— ched against the wall, listen- ring again into the blackness, Nothing!" The moon, burrowing deeper under the clouds, made it even blacker than it had been a moment ago. He straghtiened up and began to run toward the front of the house. It was perhaps a case of blind man'’s buff, u there was not an instant to lose, and, deprived of any aid from the sense of either sight or hearing, he was left with only one thing to do. From the living room window a little while azo he had seen Mr. Marlin com- ing toward the house from across the lawn, after having presumably just unearthed his money from its hiding place; the chances were that it was by the same route the old maniac would return now. Locke ran on, stumbling, half grop- ing his way through what seemed a veritable maze of outbuildings here at the rear of the house. The min- utes scemed to be flying—wasted. The old maniac, if he had left the house the moment he had run from the aquarium, must by now have had a good three minutes’ start; and if the man in the mask had at once picked up the trail; then— No: he was not too la reached the front c now, and across the lawn, where in the open space it was a little lighter, something, a blacker thing than the darkness, moving swiftly, caught his eve. It the figure of a man run. ning toward the trees in the direction of the path that led to the shore, and from which old had emerged now the trees. But he, Locke, t00, was running now, sprinting for all he knew the lawn. It was perhaps 60 ; There was no time to use caution, and circuit warily around the edge of ®he woods. He might be seen—but he had to take that chance. He would not be heard—the soft grass and the whine of the wind guaranteed him against that. It was a little better than an even break. The figure he had seen was not, he was sure, that of the old maniac. The long, flapping dressing gown would, even in a shadowy way, have been distinguish- ~ble. If he were right, then, in his aupposition, the fizure he had seen was the man in the mask, and old Mr. Marlin was already in there on 1he path leading through the woods to the shore. A cry, sudden, like a scream that He had rner of the house igure was gone—lost in the | muscles " in though the other were groping around on his hands and knees. The peal of laughter came again; and then the old maniac’s voice in a triumphant scream: “I've got it! I've got it! Money! Money ! Millions! Millions! Millions! It’s all here! T've got it! It's all— The voice was dying away in the distance. Locke laughed a little with grim, panting breath. Whether it had been dropped or had been snatched from him in the first attack, old Mar- lin had now obviously ‘recovered his package of bank notes. He was gone now—running to hide it again, of course. In any event, the old maniac and his money were safe, and—— His antagonist had wrenched free an_arm. Locke’s head jolted back suddenly from a wicked short-arm blow that caught the point of his chin.. A sensation of numbness seemed to be trying insidiously to creep upward to his brain—but it did not get that far—not quite that far—only it loosened his grip for an instant and the shadowy form that he had held appeared to be floating away from him. And then as his brain cleared, he shot his body forward in a low, lunging tackle. The other almost eluded him, but his hands caught and clung to the man’s arm—both around one of the other's arms. The man wrenched and squirmed in a savage zy to tear himself free. There w cloth—something showed white in the rkness—the other's sleeve had torn at the armpit. A white shirt sleeve! It was a beacon in the blackness. The man would not get away now. There was something more tangible than a shadow—something to see. In a flash Locke shifted his hold, and his arms swept around the other, pinioning the man’s hands to his sides—tighter— tighter. Neither spoke. The only sounds were hoarse, rasping gasps for breath. Tighter! He was bending the man backward now—slowly—surely— a little more. No—the man was too strong—the pinioned arms were free in, and Locke felt them grip together like a vise around the small of his own back. They lurched now, swaying from side to side like drunken men. The mask! To get at the mask! were locked together, the chin of one on the other's shoulder—straining un- til the muscles cracked. Locke began to raise his head a little. The hot breath of the other was on his cheek now—and now his cheek rubbed against the other’s mask. An oath broke suddenly from the man—quick, muttered, the voice un- recognizable in its labored breathing; and the other, seeming to sense his Rrip, snatched for a throahold instead, and, missing, began then to tear at Locke's arms in an effort to break away. And then Locke laughed again grimly. It would avail nothing to snatch at the mask and get it off in the darkness here, if by so doing, with his own hold on the other gone, the man should get away. There was another way to get the mask off—and still maintain his grip upon the other! They were holding now, seemingly as motionless as statues, the strengh of one matched against the other in a supreme effort. The sweat broke out in great beads on Locke's forehead; his arms seemed to be tearing away from their sockets. He could feel the the other's neck, as it hugged against his own, swell and stand out like great steel ridges. And hen slowly, inch by inch, he forced own head around until his face was against the other’s cheek. He could just feel the mask now with his lips—another inch—yes, now he had teeth closed on the lower edge of the mask, chewed at it until he had a still firmer grip—and then he suddenly wrenched his head backward. The mask came away in Locke's teeth. He spat it out. The other was a man gone mad with fury now; and Wwith a new strength that fury brought he strove only to strike and strike again—but Locke only closed his hold the tighter. To strike back was to take the chance of the other breaking loose. It was too dark to see the man’s face, though the mask was off now—but it could only be a few yards along the path to the open space of the lawn out there—and the moon would not always be fickle—it would break through the clouds, and— They were rocking, lurching, twist- .'THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. €. TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1927. MUTT AND JEFF —Now, Isn’t That Just Like Mutt? T GoTTA HAND (T To (AYSELF! T BRoOUGHT JCFF DowN HERE TO MEXICO To MAKE HiM THE POLITICAL BoSS 1IN ORDGR T HELP me ReAuzZe My AMBITION To Become TREASUReR OF THIS NATION), AD THINGS ARG BREAKING sweeT other, working nearer and nearer to the edge of the lawn. And then suddenly there came a | half-choked cry from the other. The | man had tripped in the undergrowth. Locke swung his weight to complete the fall—tripped himself—and both, with their balance gone, but grappling the flercer at each other, pitched headlong with terrific force into the trees at tl sclous of a great blow, of fiery light that smote at his with excruciating pain—and then utter blackness came. ‘When he opened his eyes again a moonbeam lay along the path, and a figure in a long dressing gown was passing by. He was dreaming, wasn't he? There was a sick sensation in nis head, a giddiness—and besides that it gave him great . He raised himself up cautiously on his _elbow, fighting to clear his mind— and suddenly his lips tightened grimly. There was something ironical in that moonbeam—something that mocked him in disclosing a figure in a dressing gown instead of a face that had been unmasked yet still could not be seen. He looked around him now. He was | lying a few feet in from the edge of the path, and against the trunk large tree. Yes, he remembered now. His head had struck against the tree and he had been knocked unconscious. And the man who had been masked was gone. He rose to his feet. e was very groggy—and for a moment he leaned | against the tree trunk for support. | The giddiness began to pass away. That was old Mr. Marlin who had just gone by. Well, neither the old mad- man nor his money had come to any harm, anyway! He stepped out on the path, and from there to the edge of the Jawn. The old madman was just disappearing around the corner of the veranda. Locke put his hands to his eyes. | stepped inside. ofRclous T PERSUADED USED onLY BY MEMBERS G Lag IN ORDER T MAKE JGFF APPCAR HT TAMALG TO GIVE HiM THIS MEXIGAR AUTO! TD BE SEEN N ONE OF THESE CARS GIVES ONE PRESTIGE AS THEY ARE GENCRAL MEXICAN CAR T 6OT You oF THE S| Tic CORPS! N third one almost perfunctorily. It opened at a touch. 'm in luck!” Locke muttered, and 1e turned the knob to lock the French window behind him, and found the boit already thrown. Queer! He stood frowning for an instant, then stooped and felt along the inside edge of the threshold. The socket that ordinarily housed dition therefore obviously existed at the top, as the long bar had a double throw. He straightened up, a curious smile twitching at his lips now, and making way silently to the stairs, he reached the upper hall, stole along it to the door of his own room, and en- tered. Here, from one of his bags, he procured a revolver, and a moment later, his ear to the panel, listening, he stood outside Capt. Francis New- combe’s door. (Continued in Tomorrow’s Star.) LIKES DETECTIVE TALES. Correspondence of the Associated Press. LONDON.—Detective stories did not interest Stanley Baldwin, England's prime minister, as a boy, but he likes | them now. ; In his childhood he read Scott, and before he was 9 he had gone through the whole of “Guy Mannering,” “Ivan- hoe,” “Red Gauntlet,” and “Rob Roy,” he ‘told the English Association, of which he is president. Although he enjoyed “Pilgrim’s Progress” when a hoy, he always| kipped the theological discussions NEW 2 How his head throbbed! How long had he lain there unconscious? He | took out his watch. His eyes scemed | blurred—or was it the meagerness of | the moonlight? He was not quite | sure, but it seemed to be 10 minutes after 3. It wasn't ver to figure backward. He did not know how long he and the old maniac had been to- gether in the aquarium, but, say, half an hour. Starting then at the hour: of the rendezvous, w ad been at a quarter past 2, that would bring it to a quarter of 3; then, say, 10 min- utes for what had happened afterward, including the fight, and that would make it five minutes of 3. He must | therefore have been lying in there un- conscious for at least 15 minutes. | The man who had worn the mask was gone now—naturally. But per- haps it woul not be so difficult wi pick up the trail. Capt. Francis New- combe's room offered very promising | possibilities—and there was a_torn coat sleeve that would not really be replaced in 15 minutes! lawn, and up the steps to the ve-| randa. He tried the front door. It | was locked. Of course! He had for- gotten that he had left the house by crawling out of the aquarium window. | There was no use going back that way, because the old madman had | locked the aquarium door. 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