Evening Star Newspaper, April 30, 1929, Page 40

The Wolves of By Edgar he. 1929, by North American Newspaper Synopsis of Preceding Installments. Tnspector John Wade of the London police while tracking a criminal gang known as e india rubber men. sees Lila Smith, & vey in a lodging house, gorgeously dressed d in the company of an eldrely man, Afterward she goes to a deserted house and Tesumes her Cinderella garb. A Chi seen by Wade in the same house, is mur- dered. The india rubber men descend on Wade and seize a ring found on the dead man. A minor matter takes Wade to & ship, the ‘captain of which was attacked by & mysterious woman named Anna. He recog: nizes the captain as the man who was Lila's 1 fied that there is a con- 1 the ship and the india rub- By chance, Re meets in London & river-front idler, Goily Oaks, who, accord- ing to his wife, had sone to sea. That night Wade barely escapes death when the §ang raids his home. _Further investigation Iink & nobleman named Lord Siniford with the gans. The police plan a raid on the Mecca, a' river hangout. Wade is trapped in a Ccellar and is nearly drowned as the tide rises. _(Continued From Yesterday's Star.) TENTH INSTALLMENT. ¥ the time Wade reached the Mecca the river had sunk well below the level of the whart coping. The raiding party, some of them wet to the waist, had been relieved by men drawn from the police reserves. Three fire engines were standing in the street, pumping out the flooded basement of the warehouse, and the wood cellar had been pumped dry. | The room was now en_indescribabie | confusion of logs and sodden kindling. | Wade opened the secret door and ex- amined, with a little shudder, the place of his imprisonment. He had already decided that this was not the first time | the cellar had been flooded. The place | had been under water before, as he guessed. One of the detectives had been told by Mrs. Oaks that, four years pre- vious, the water had come into the cel- lar and reached the roof. A careful examination of the walls showed the ventilator shaft that had , closed when the flood began. It was above the bed, where Anna had slept. The ceiling here was higher than in the rest of the vault, and there was a silt in the brickwork, about four inches deep, opening into a narrow cul de sac that ran for a dozen feet between the warehouse and the Mecca. The venti- lation had been cut off by an iron shutter, kept in place by means of a chain and a hook, and this had obvious- 1y been lowered. How the electric light had been turned out was more difficult to explain; in the lobby of the Mecca he found three controls, but he had no time to make a further investigation. Mrs. Oaks was in_her room, he was told, “terribly upset” by the ruin the floods had brought. The water had swept through the house and done an extraordinary amount of damage in the very short time the river had been up. The floor of Mrs. Oaks’ pri- vate room was gray with mud. The carpet before the fireplace had been swept aside, and it was the pres- ence of the mud that betrayed a certain hiding place. John saw a rec- tangular line. of tiny bubbles on the flooring and, sweeping the mat aside, he saw the outlines of the trapdoor. He had compelled Mrs. Oaks to give him her keys and one by one he tried these in_the little lock until at last he found a flat key that fitted. He snapped back the lock and pulled the trapdoor open. “This looks like ‘Mum’s' private safe,” he said, groping in the interior. At first he though the receptacle was empty, but, after a while, his fingers touched a small, square iron box and this he drew to light. It was unlocked and he turned back the lid, curiously. If he expected to make a sensational find, he was doomed to disappointment. There was nothing in the box but & book, and this he opened. ‘The book contained four pages, on which were written girls’ names: Ada—Rita Bertha—Sara Clara—Moira Dora—Pamela Emma—TUrsula Freda—Ada Gloria—Bertha |1t the Waterfront Wallsce: Newspaper Alliance and Metropolitan Service.) Moira—Hilda Nita—Jenny Olivia—Ina Pamela—Nita Rita—Olivia Sara—Pamela Theresa—Theresa Ursula—Zena Vera—Yolande ‘Wenda—Vera Yolande—Lena Zena—Wenda On one page was hastily scrawled In pencil: Pamela Rita Jenny Bertha Ursula Olivia, He studied the book for some time, put it back in the little box, and went to find Mrs. Oaks. She was in a condi- tion bordering upon hysteria. The strain of the night was telling upon this woman, bending that iron nerve of hers, ‘When John Wade saw her, she was, turn, tearful and defiant. He produced the little box. “I've rescued something of yours, Mrs. Oaks,” he said. “You might at least be grateful.” At the sight of the box her manner changed. “There's nothing in there, except pri- vate papers,” she said shrilly, and made to snatch the box from his hand. “Also a code.” He held the box out of her reach. “A number of girls' names. A cumbersome little code, I think. Each name stands for a Jetter of the alphabet. I see you've scribbled down ‘Pamela, Rita, Jenny, Bertha, Ursula, Olivia'—that means ‘danger,’ doesn’t 1t?” She did not reply. “To whom have you cabled—or wire- lessed—in the last three months?” She was quite calm now. “I don't know what you're talking about. That's a list of young ladies' names that I got out for a friend of mine who wanted to find a name for her baby.” “Whom have you cabled to?” persist- ed John, “Come across, Mrs. Oaks. It's going to be easy to recover all your wires from the telegraph office and decipher them.” “Then do it,” she said promptly, and he knew, without further explanation on her part, that such telegrams as had been sent were in some other name than hers, and that the difficulty of associating her with them would be well nigi insuperable. “Is that all you want to see me | about?” she asked, dropping into her more truculent manner. “If it is all, T'll be glad if you'll clear out! I've had enough trouble with the flood—I don’t know which is worse~the river or cop- Wade smiled. “Coppers are worse,” he said flippant- ly. “The waters of justice never go down. I've only one further question to ask you—when did they take Anna from the cellar?” Her eyebrows rose at this, but her air of surprise was not convineing. “Anna? I don't know what you're speaking about.” John Wade's eyes were fixed upon hers, and he saw her mouth twitch. “You mean the woman about whom {10“ asked me before? I've never seen John le nodded. “She was in the cellar, in the smaller room. I've just found a coat of hers. It will be sent to Maidenhead, to be identified. I've warned you once be- fore, Mrs. Oaks, it will be a very seri- ous_business for you—-" !::lt she was ever here, I should know The woman was thrown, for a mo- ment, off her guard. “We leased the cellar—at least Golly did—to some people who wanted a place to store their things. I've never been in the cellar—and don’t know how to get in, but Golly knows. They paid us a pound a week. Golly used to give me_the money.” Hilda—Clara Ina—Dora Jenn; AERRRRERREIERERRENE 13.75 Simmflfi? Sl Metal s n! walnut fint sh, cof sizes. $15.00 Norfolk $15.00 Mot Ston A AN sizes. Twenty - 'Yenr gi?r anteed F}nel? Gl Bad Springd with helical tied 1€ pSs. .Row Im- $2000 Fourt ' D1 ‘Stitched Roll- Mattres 50-1b. Mattre: Felt 16 0e avy v or Sim: Bed; with 1 ad heavy valance. 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It was entirely possible that the india rubber men would at- |tack him in his home again—and he was taking no chances, for he had a feeling that affairs were moving rapidly to some sort of climax. He was called on duty, after three hours’ sleep, to deal with some of the consequences of the erratic .tide. A barge had broken from its mooring and had fouled a steamer before it had drifted to a derelict wharf on the Sur- rey side, where it had been made fast and looted in an incredibly short space of time by river thieves. A launch carried the weary police of- ficer on his rounds from barge to barge. Sometimes these crafts were left en-{ | tirely of cases there was somebody on the deck to report “All's well!” Wade came, at last, to the two long barges moored opposite the Mecca, and here his interest quickened. He had seen that there was a watchman on board. Perhaps this man might give him some information about the movements of the mysterious black launch. As dawn was breaking he hailed the solitary figure that stood by the tiller & “All right, guv'nor, nothing wrong ere, . . " “I'm coming aboard,” said Wade. Gripping the watchman's huge hand, he jumped on board. It was the left | hand that the man extended; the right he kept in his pocket—a circumstance | that did not at the moment strike John | Wade as peculiar. Many of these watch- | men were men who had lost the use of | & limb. |~ The bargeman told Wade that he had | pot only seen the black boat cross the | stream but had been a witness to the | collision. “No, it didn't come from the Mecca wharf.” He was emphatic as to this. “I saw it pushing downstream on the Middlesex shore a long time before it turned to cross the river. I had-an idea, at first, that it was a police boat watch- ing the launches on the other shore. They was yours, wasn't they? Anyway, I was surprised it could move so fast, and the river was certainly doing a bit of moving on its own! I meant to ask who' it was, but I've seen nobody since night.” The watchman was unknown to Wade, who asked a few questions. “Me? I come from Gray's. I don't often work up as far %s this, but these barges have a cargo of machinery from Belgium—electric machinery for some works up at Oxford—and they've hired me to go up with her.” “Have you hurt your hand?” asked ‘Wade. The man laughed softly and took his right hand from his pocket. “A bit,” he said. “The flood made the barge§ bump into the Mecca wharf and I fell ove: the tiller.” He went on to speak of the black boat. “It’s funny the things you see. I found a feller hiding on this barge—feller named Sniffy, ac- cording to all accounts——" “Whose account?” asked Wade, quick- ly. “You said you'd spoken to nobody.” “Only the police—the river police. They've been dodging about all the night. Never seen so many river police in my life—regular Sherlock Holmeses, they are!” Wade could not miss the covert sneer in the man’s voice; and he knew that, for some reason or other, the river po- lice were as unpopular with watchmen as they were with thieves. “What was Sniffy doing on board?” ‘The man shook his head. “I never know why thieves board barges,” he said ironically. As Wade's_launch pulled away and vanished in the gray morning mist, the watchman stooped and lifted two black- painted cylinders that lay in the scup- pers. Depositing them under a canvas cover, he walked slowly to the open hatch_that led to his quarters. He turned his back upon the hatchwa did not move when a voice call softly from the depths behind him. “That was Wade,” he told the unseen questioner. “I thought he might want to come below, to search us. If he'd tried, I'd have gunned him and bombed the launch—it would have been easy.” He heard the grunt of agreement and grinned to himself. Capt..Aikness in- variably signified his approval with such a grunt. (To Be Continued.) : 38.95 f €st inside illsula[ion. . White inter; on. ¢ interior ang P to, rubber sh e-fitting 1eath. doors, H and Eye Sts. 827-829 Tth St. Middle-Aged Mother, ithout crew, but in the majority |~ CONDEMNED WOMAN FREE AFTER 3-YEAR FIGHT Once Sen- tenced for Murder, Collapses ‘When Charge Is Dropped. By the Associated Press. CHICAGO, April 30.—Once con-| demned to death and sentenced to be hanged for murder, Mrs. Catherine Cassler, a middle-aged mother, was freed yesterday after a three-year fight, carried on from her prison cell. ‘The woman collapsed before the judge’s bench when informed the State had agreed to dismiss her case, which was brought before the eourt today on a motion for a new trial. 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