Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 151, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 November 1922 — Page 8

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•g? Ramingai b ROBERT w CHAMBERS e IQQQ. GEORGE H EO&AN COMEAMY

CIIAPTER 111 About that t!me, a mlle and a half to th© seuthward, James Darragh carne out on thè rocky and rushing outlet of Star Pond. Over his shoulder was a rifle, and all around hlm ran dogs—big, powerful dogs, built like foxhounds but wijh thè rough, wiry coats of Airede!s, eren rougher .of ear ani features. Ile had been seated there for ten minute% possibly. with his tire! dogs lying around him. when just above him he saw a State Trooper emerge fiom thè woods on foct, carrying a rifle over one shoulder. "Jack!” he called In a voice. Trooper Stormont tumed, caught sight of Darragh, made a signal of recognitlon, and carne toward hlm. Darragh said: “Tour inate, Trooper !s down stream. I ve two of my oWn game wardens at thè cross-roads, two more on thè Ghost Lake Road, and two foresters and an inspector out toward Owl Marsh.” Stormont jiodded, looking cown at thè dogs. "Whstaß they, Jim?” “Otter-hounds,” said Darrah, " —a breed of my own * * * But that’s all they are capable of hunting, I guess," he a.dded grimiy. Stormont’s gaze questioned him. “Well,” said Darragh, ‘ I left my iwo guests at Ilarrod Place to amuse each otfiter, gót.out three cftupie of my otter-hounds and starfed them — as I hoped and supposed—on Quintana’s trail.” “What happened?” inquircd Stormont curiously. "Well—l don’t know. I think they were following some of Quintana’s gang—for a while.-anywny. Aster that, God knows—deci-. Ilare, cottontail—l don’t know. They yelled their bally heads off-—I on thè run—they’re slow dogs, you know—and whatever they were aster either fool<-d them or | there were.too many trails. . . I made a mistake, ihat's ali. Thse j poor beasts don't know anything except an otter. I just hoped they might take Quintar.a's trail if I put them j an it.” They had been walking for twenty minutes, possibly. exchanges scarcelj a word, and they were now nearirg thè hilly basin where Star Pond lay. tvhen Darragh said abruptìy: “I'm goir.g to teli you about ching. Jack. Tou've taken my w . ir! to far that U’s- all tight—” “Natura!;}-,” said Stormont siinj.iy. The two men, who had been brotlier 1 officers in thè great war, glaneed at cach other. slightly smiiing. “Here it is then,” said Darragh. “TYhen I was on duty in Riga for th<* intelligence deiiartment, I m-t two ' ladies in dire distress, whose mansion had been burned and looted, supposc-d----ly by thè Bolshevikl. “They were actually hungry and penniless; thè only clothing they possessed they were wearing. These ladies were thè Counteas OrloiT- * Strelwitz, and a young giri, Theo dorica. Grand Duchess of Esthonla. * * * I did what I could for them. Aster a while. I sound out that thè crime had been perpetrateli by Jose 1 Quintana’s gang of International crooks masquerading as BoLsheviki.” Stormont nodded: “I also carne across similar cases,” he remarked. ! "W eli, this was a flagrant example. j Quintana had bumt thè chateau and ; had made off with over two million ! dollars worth of thè- little Grani Duchess’s jewels— among them thè lamous Erosile gem known as The Flaming Jewel.” ‘T ve teen aster him ever since. * * * But. Jack, unti! this morning Quintana did not possess thc-se stolen jewels. Clinch did!” “What!"

“Clinch served overseas in a forestrv regimer.t. In Paris he robbed Quintana of these jewels. Thafs why I’ve been hanging around Clinch.” StonmòTit’s face was flushed and : increduious. Then it lost color as he thought of thè jewels that Ève had concealed—thè gema for which she had risked her. iife. .... He said: “But you teli me Quin- • tana robbed you this morning.” “He did. The little Grand Dychess and thè Countess Orloff-Sterlwitz are my guests at Harrod Place. “Last night I snatched thè case ■ containing these gema from Quin- j tana’s fingers. This mornlng, as I ! offe re d them to thè Grand Duchess, Quintana coolly stepped between us—” His voice became bitter and his features reddened with rage poorly j controlled: “By God, Jack, I should have shot ! Quintana when thè opportunity offered. Twice l've had thè chance. The next Urne I .shall kill him any j way I can. * * * Legitlmateljr." *'Of course,” said Stormont grave- : ly. But his mind was full of thè Jewe’s which Ève had. What ami | whose were they—if Quintana again i had thè Esthonian gems in his paa i se.ssion? A few minutes later. as they carne ! out among thè willows and alders on ; thè northeast side of Star Pond, Stor- j mont touched his comrade's ami. “Hook at that enormous dog-otter j out tliere In thè lake!” And now thè hounds, unleashed. lifted frantlc voices. The very sky ! seemed full of thè djseordant tumult; | wood and shore reverberated with | thè volume of convulsive and dis- j sonant baying. “Damn it," said Darragh, disgusted, “ —that's what they’ve been trailing all thè while across-woods —that devilish _ dog-otter yorider. * * * And I had ho'ped they were on Quintana’s trail —” A mass rush and scurry of crazed dogs nearly swept him off his feet, and both men caught a glimpse of a large bitch-otter taking to thè lake from a ledge of rock just beyònd. “Well, I'm in for it now.” muttered, Darragh. starting along thè bank toward Clinehs Dump, to keep an eye on his dogs. Stormont followed more leisurely. CHAPTER IV A few minutes bifore Darragh and Stormont had come out on thè farther edge of Star Pond, Sard, who had heard from Quintana about thè big drain pipe which led from Cllnch’s

; pantry into thè lake, decided to go in and take a at it. Ile had been told all about lts uses —how Clinch —in thè event of a raid ì by State Troopers or Government enforcement agents—could emptv his i contraband hootch into thè lake, if j necessary—and even could slide a barrei osale or a kcg of rum, intact, into ; JGs? j DARRAGH GAME OUT ON THE | ROCKY AND RTJSHING OUTEET OF j STAR POND. ! thè great tile tunnel and recover thè his leisure. Also, and grimiy. Quintana had adj initted that thpough this drain Ève : Stravèr and thè State Trooper. Stormont, had eseaped from Clinch’s ! Dump. So now Sard, full of curiosity, went back into thè pantry to look at it for himself. Almost instantly thè idea occurred , to him to make use of thè drain for his own safety and comfort. Why shouldn’t he sleep in thè pantry, lock thè door, and, in case of intrusion —other exits being unavailable —why shouldn't he feci entìrely safe with such an avenue of escape.open? For swimming was Sard’s single accompli.shment. He wasn’t afraid f thè water; he siniply couMn’t sink. Swimming was tlie only sport he evt-r indulged in. He adored it. And at that instant thè very, heavens echoed with that awful tumult which had iìrst parai;.zed, then craced him in thè woods. In thè hushes on thè lake shore he saw animals leaping and racing, but, in his terror. he did not recognize them for dogs. Then suddenly, he saw a man, Close to thè house, running; and another man not far behind. That ho understood, and it e'.ectrified him Inio action. It was too late to escape from thè house now. He understood that instantly. He ran back through th dancehall and dining rooni to thè pantry; but he dared not let These intruderà bear thè noise of hammering. Ungovemablé terror selzed Sard. Scarcely aware what he was about, ! he selzed thè edges of thè big drain pipe and crowded his obese body into i it hdad flrst. He was so fat and j heavy that he filled thè tile. To start 1 himself down ho pulled with both 1 hands and kleked himself furward, tortoise-iike, down thè slanting tun- ' nel. sticking now and then, dragging ] himself on and downward. There carne a hifch somewhere; his ! heavy body stuck on thè steep indi ne. Then. as he lifted his bewiblered j head and strove to peer into thè i blackness in front, he saw four balla ! of green sire dose to him in darkness. I He began to slide at thè sanie instant, and fluug out both hands to check himself. But his palma slid in thè slime and his body slid aster. He shrieked once as his face struck a furry obstruetion where four balla of green sire tlames horribly and a fui-y of murderous teeth tore his face and throat to bloody tatters as he slid lower, lower, settling through crtmson-dyed water© Into thè icy depths of Star Pond. Stormont, down by thè lake, called to Darragh, who appeared on thè veranda; "Oh. Jim! Both otters crawled into thè drain. I thiuk your dogs must bave killed one of them under water. There’s a big patch of blood spreading offshore.” "Yes.” said Darragh. “so. aething has just been killed, somewhere. * * • Jack!” “Yes?" “Pulì both your guns and come up here, quick.” (To be Continued.)

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