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SYNOPSIS. San ford Quest, master criminologist of the world, finds that In bringtrid to justice Macdougsl. the murderer of Lord Ashlelich'a daughter, he has but Just be run a. Ufe-and-death struggle with a mysterious master criminal. In a hidden hut in Professor Ashleigh's garden be has seen an anthropoid ape skeleton and a living Inhuman creature, half monkey, half man. destroyed by fire. In his rooms have appeared from nowhere black boxes containing diamonds that had been torn from the owner's throat by a pair of artnlss. threatening hands and sarcastic, threatening notes signed by the Inscrutable hands. Laura and Lenora, his assistants, suspect 1'ralg, the professor's valet, of the double murder of Ross Brown, Quest's valet, and a Miss Qulgg. Quest trsps Craig, but he escapes to England on a tramp teamer. The black boxes continue to appear In uncanny fashion. Notified of Craig's recapture by Scotland Yard men Quest and the professor go to Hamblin house. Lord Ashleigh's home In England, only to And that Craig has again escaped. LOST IN LONDON CHAPTER XX. Quest, notwithstanding the unusual nature of his surroundings, slept that night as only a tired and healthy man can. He was awakened the next morning by the quiet movements of a manservant who had brought back his clothes carefully brushed and pressed. "Breakfast is served at nine o'clock, sir. It is now half-past eight." I'll be right there." The man withdrew and Quest made a brisk toilet. The nameless fears of the previous night had altogether disappeared. At the last moment he stretched out his hand to take a handkerchief from his satchel. A sudden exclamation broke from his lips. He stood for a moment as though turned to stone. Before him, on the top of the little pile of white cambric, was a small black box! With a movement of the fingers which was almost mechanical, he removed the lid and drew out the customary little scrap of paper. He smoothed it out before him on the dressing case and read the message: "You will fail here as you have failed before. Better go back. There is more danger for you In this country than you dream of." His teeth came fiercely together and his hands were clenched. His thoughts had gone like a flash to Lenora. Was it possible that harm was intended to her? He put the idea away from him almost as soon as conceived. The thing was unimaginable. Craipr wa3 here, must be here, in the close vicinity of the house. He could have had no time to communicate with confederates in London. Lenora, at any rate, was safe. The atmosphere of the pleasant breakfast room o which in due course he descended was cheerul enough. Lady Ashleigh had already taken her place at the head of the table before a glittering array of silver tea and coffee equipage. She touched an electric bell under her foot and ft moment or two later the butler appeared. "Go up and see how long your master will be, ' Lady Ashleigh directed. "Very good, your ladyship." The man was backing through the doorway in h!s osual dignified manner when he was suddenly pushed on one side. The valet who had waited upon Quest, and who was Lord Ashleigh's own servant, rushed into the room. His face was white. He had forgotten all decorum. He almost shouted to Lady Ashleigh: "Your ladyship the master! Something has happened! He won't move! He he " They all trooped out of the room and up the stairs, the professor leading the way. They pushed open the door of Lord Ashleigh's bedchamber. In the far corner of the large room was the fourposter, and underneath the clothes a silent figure. The professor turned down the sheets. Then he held out his hand. His face, too. was blanched. "Julia, don't come," he begged. "I must know!" she almost shrieked. "I must know!" "George is dead," the professor said, slowly. There was a moment's awful silence, broken by a piercing scream from Lady Ashleigh. She sank down upon the sofa and the processor leaned over her. Quest turned to the little group of frightened servants who were gathering round the doorway. "Telephone for a doctor," ho ordered; "also to the local police station." He, too, approached the bed and reverently lifted the covering. Lord Ashleigh was lying there, his body a little doubled up, h'-i arms wide outstretched. On his throat were two black marks. They had led Lady Ashleigh from the room. The professor and Quest stood face to face. The former's expression, however, hp a lost all his amiable serenity. His face was white and pinched. "Quest! Quest!" he almost sobbed. "My broth-er!--Cieorge, whom I loved like nobody else on earth! Is he really dead.'" "Absolutely!" The professor gripped thj oak pillar of the bedstead. He seemed ou tho point cf collapse. "The mark of tho Hands is upen his throat," Quest pointed out. "The Hands! Oh, my God!" the professor groaned. "We must not cat or drink or sleep," Quest declared, fiercely, "until v.o Imve brought this matter to an crd. Craig muct ba iund. This is the sur:cmo horror of all." The butler made an apologetic appearance. He t poko in a hushed wh!s i r. "yovt are wanted downstairs, gentlemen. Middlclou, ihc head keeper, is there." As though inspired with a corarGn idea, both Quc"t and tho professor hurricJ ci;t of the room and down tl.e broad stairs. Their 'inspiration was c true one. The gamekeeper welcomed them with a smile cf triumph. By liis side, the picture cf abject misery, hit. clctheo torn end muddy, was Craic! ' I've managed this littlo job, eir." MldJlitca announced, with a rai!e of low triumph. "How did you get bim?" Quest d-mauded. "Littlo idea of my ow;.." be gamekeeper cua- . tinued. "I guessed pretty v.e:! what he'd bo up to. He'd tumbled to it thai the usual v ay off the moor was rretty well guarded, and he'd doubled back through the thin lino cf woodd cIofo to the house. I dug ono of my poachers pitc, air, and -covered it over with a lot of loose snuC That got him all right. When I went to loo'.i this mornkig I saw where he'd fallen through, vnd t'aerc be was, walking round and round at tho b'ttcc: lil:e a caged ar.!n:s!. Your servants huve telephoned for the pcii?e, Mr. Ashleigh." Quest suddenly -whispered to tee professor. Tiien be turned to the keener.

"Bring him upstairs, Middleton, for a moment," he directed. " "Follow us, please." They passed into the bedchamber. Quest signed to the keeper to bring Craig to the side of the four-poster. Then he drew down the sheet. "Is that your work?" he asked, sternly. Craig, up till then, had spoken no word. He had shambled to the bedside, a broken, yet, in a sense, a stolid figure. The sight of the dead man, however, seemed to galvanize him into sudden and awful vitality. He threw up his arms. His eyes were horrible as they glared at those small black marks. His lips moved backwards and forwards, helplessly at first. Then at last he spoke. "Strangled!" he cried. "One more!" "That is your work," the criminologist said, firmly. Craig collapsed. He would have fallen bodily to the ground if Middleton's grip had not kept him up. Quest bent over him. It was clear that he" had fainted. They led him from the room. "We'd better lock him up until the police arrive," Quest suggested. "I suppose there is a safe place somewhere?" The professor awoke from his stupor. "Let me show you," he begged. "I know the way. We've a subterranean hiding place which no criminal on this earth could escape from." They led him down to the back part of the house, into a dry cellar which had the appearance of a prison cell. There was a single bench set

against the wall. Quest looked around quickly. This place has been used before now, in the old days, for malefactors," the professor remarked. "He'll be safe there. Craig," he added, his voice trembling, "Craig I I can't speak to you. How could you!" There was no answer. Craig's face was buried in his hands. They left him there and turned tha key. CHAPTER XXI. Quest stood, frowning, upon the pavement, gazing at the obviously empty house. He looked once more at the slip of paper which Lenora had given him. There was no possibility of any mistake: Mrs. Willet, 157 Elamere Road, Hampstead. This was 157 and the bouse was empty. After a moment's hesitation he rang the bell at the adjoining door. A woman, who had been watching him from the front room, answered the summons at once. "Can you tell me." he inquired, "what has become of the lady who used to live at 157 Mrs. Willet?" "She's moved," was the uncompromising reply. "Do you know where to?" Quest asked, eagerly. "West Kensington No. 17 Princess' Court road. There was a young lady here yesterday afternoon inquiring for her." Quest raised his hat. It was a relief, at any rate, to have news of Lenora. "I am very much obliged to you, madam." "You're welcome!" was the terse reply. Quest gave the new address to the taxi driver and was scarcely able to restrain his impatience during the long drive. They pulled up at last before a somewhat dingy-looking house. He rang the bell, which was answered by a trim-looking little maidservant. "Is Mrs. Willet in?" he inquired. The maidservant stood on one side to let him pass. Almost at the same moment the door of the front room opened and a pleasant-looking elderly lady appeared. "I am Mrs. Willet," she announced. "I am" Mr. Quest," the criminologist told her quickly. "You may have heard your niece, Lenora. speak of me." "Then perhaps you can tell me what has become of her?" Mrs. Willet observed. "Isn't she here?" Mrs. Willet shook her bead. "I had a telegram from her from Plymouth to say that she was coming, but I've seen nothing of her as yet. "You've changed your address, you know," Quest reminded her, after a moment's reflection. "I wrote and told her," Mrs. Willet began. "After all, though," she went on thoughtfully, "I am not sure whether she could have had the letter. But if she went up to Hampstead, anyone would tell her where I had moved to. There's no secret about me." "Lenora did go up to 157 Elsmere road yester-

day," Quest told her. "They gave her your address here, as they have just given it to me." : "Then what's become of the child?" Mrs. Willet demanded. Quest, whose Brain was working quickly, scribbled upon one of his cards the address of the hotel where he had taken rooms and passed it over. "Why Lenora didn't come on to you here I can't imagine," be said. "However, I'll go back to the hotel where she was to spend the night after she arrived. She may have gone back there. That's my address, Mrs. Willet. If you . hear anything I wish you'd let me know. Lenora's quite a particular friend of mine and I am a little anxious." Mrs. Willet smiled knowingly. Quest had already opened the front door for himself and passed out. He sprang Into the taxi, which he had kept waiting. "Clifford's hotel in. Payne street," he told the man. He lit a cigar and smoked furiously all the way, throwing it on to the pavement as he hurried into the quiet private hotel which a fellow passenger on the steamer bad recommended as being suitable for Lenora's one night alone in town. "Can you tell me If Miss Lenora Macdougal Is staying here?" he asked at the office. The woman shook her head. "Miss Macdougal stayed here the night before last," she said, "and her luggage is waiting for orders. She left here yesterday afternoon to go

1 "Your Ladyship the Master! Something Has in All Right." 3 Craig to her aunt's, and promised to send for her things later on during the day. There they stand, ' all ready for her." "What time did she go?" "Directly after an -early lunch. It must have been about two o'clock." ; Quest hurried away. So after all there was some foundation for this queer sense of depression which had been hovering about him for the last few days! "Scotland Yard," he told the-taxl driver. He thrust another cigar between his teeth, but forgot to light it. He was amazed at his own Eensations, conscious of fears and emotions of which he would never have believed himself capable. He gave in his card, and after a few moments' delay he was shown into the presence of 'one of the chiefs of the detective department, who greeted him warmly. "My name is Hardaway," the latter announced. "Glad to meet you, Mr. Quest. We've heard of you over here. Take a chair." "My assistant, a young lady. Miss Lenora Macdougal, has disappeared! She and I and Professor Ashleigh left the s'teamer at Plymouth and traveled up in the boat train.' It was stopped at Hamblin road for the professor and myself, and Miss Macdougal came on to London. She was staying at Clifford's hotel in Payne street for the night, and then going on to the aunt. Well, I've found that aunt. She was expecting the girl, but the girl never appeared." "Where did this aunt live?" Hardaway inquired. "No. 17, Princess' Court road, West Kensington," Quest replied. "She had just moved there from Elsmere road, Hampstead. I went first to Hampstead. Lenora had been there and learned her aunt's correct address in West Kensington. I followed on to West Kensington and found that her aunt was . still awaiting her." A new interest seemed suddenly to have crept into Hardaway's manner. "Let me see," he said, "if she left Clifford's hotel about two, she .would have been at Hampstead about half-past two. She would waste a few minutes in making inquiries, then she probably left Hampstead for West Kensington, say, at a quarter to three. Give me at once a description of the young lady." Quest drew a photograph from his pocket and passed it silently over. The official glanced at it and down at some paper which lay before him. . Then he looked at the clock. "Mr. Quest," he said, "it is just possible that your visit here has been an exceedingly opportune one." "Come along with me," he continued. "We'll talk as we go." . . - . .

They entered a taxi and drove off westwards. "Mr. Quest," he went on, "for two months we have been on the track of a man and a woman whom we strongly suspect of having decoyed half a dozen perfectly respectable young women, and shipped them out to South America." ' "The white 6lave traffic!" Quest gasped. "Something of the sort," Hardaway admitted. "Well, we've been closing the net around this interesting couple, and last night I had information brought to me upon which we are acting this afternoon. We've had them watched and it seems that they were sitting in a tea place about three o'clock yesterday afternoon when a young woman entered who was obviously a stranger to London. You see, the time fits In exactly, if your assistant decided to stop on her way to Kensington and get some tea. She asked the woman at the desk the best means of getting to West Kensington without taking a taxlcab. Her description tallies exactly with the photograph you have shown me. The woman whom my men were watching addressed her and offered to show her the way. They left the place together. My men followed them. The house has been watched ever since and we are raiding it this afternoon. You and I will just 6e in time." He stopped the cab and they got out. A man who seemed to be strolling aimlessly along reading a newspaper suddenly joined them. "Well, IMxon?" his chief exclaimed. The man glanced around. "I've got three men round at the bacS, Mr. Hardaway," he said.- "It's impossible for anyone to leave the place." Hardaway paused to consider for a moment. "Look here," Quest suggested, "they know all cf you, of course, and they'll never let you in until they're forced to. I'm a stranger. Let me go. I'll get in all right." "All right," he assented. "We shall follow you up pretty closely, though." Quest stepped back into the taxi and gave the driver a direction. When he emerged In front of the handsome gray stone house he seemed to have become completely transformed. There was a fatuous smile upon his lips. He crossed the pavement with difficulty, stumbled up the steps, and held on to the knocker with one hand while he consulted a slip of paper. He had scarcely rung

Happened!" 2 "I'm a Stranger. Let Me Go. I'll Get Escapes by the Secret Passage. the bell before a slightly parted curtain in the front room fell together and a moment later the door was opened by a man in the livery of a butler, but with the face and physique of a prizefighter. "Lady of the house," Quest demanded. "Want to see the lady of the house." Almost immediately he was conscious of a woman standing in the hall before him. "You had better come in," she invited. "Please do not stand in the doorway." Quest, however, who had heard the footsteps of the others behind him. loitered there for a moment. "You're the lady whose name is on this piece of paper?" he demanded. "This place is all right, eh?" "I really do not know what you mean," the woman replied, coldly; "but if you will come inside I will talk to you in the drawing room." Quest, as though stumbling against the front door, had it now wide open, and in a moment the hall seemed full. The woman shrieked. The butler suddenly sprang upon the last man to enter and sent him spinning down the steps. Almost at that instant there was a scream from upstairs. Quest took a running jump and went up the stairs four at a time. The butler, who so far had defied arrest, suddenly snatched the revolver from Hardaway's hand and fired blindly in front of him, missing Quest only by an inch or two. "Don't be a fool, Karl!" the woman called out. "The game's up. Take it quietly." Once more the shriek rang through the house. Quest rushed to the door of the room from whence" it came, tried the handle and found it locked. He ran back a little way and charged it. Lenora was standing in the far corner, the front of her dress torn and blood upon her lips. She held a revolver in her hand and was covering a man whose head and hands were bleeding. Around him were the debris of a broken jug. "Mr. Quest!" she screamed. "Don't go near him I ve got him covered. I'm all right." Quest drew a long breath. The man who stood glaring at him was well dressed and still young. He was unarmed, however, and Quest secured him in a moment. Hardaway and his men came trooping up the stairs. Quest relinquished his prisoner and went over to Lenora. "I've been so frightened," she sobbed. "They got me in here they told me that this was the street in which my aunt lived and they wouldn't let me go. The woman was horrible. And this, afternoon this man came. The brute!" Quest turned to Hardaway. "I'll take the young lady away," he said. "You know where to find us." Lenora bad almost recovered when they reached

the hotel. Walking up and down they found thi professor. His face, as he came towards them, was almost pitiful. He scarcely noticed Lenora's dishabille, which was in a measure concealed by the cloak which Quest had thrown around her. "My friend!" he exclaimed "Mr. Quest! It is the devil incarnate against whom we fight!" "What do you mean?" Quest demanded. The professor wrung his hands. "I put him in our James II prison," be declared. "Why should I think of the secret passage? Kc one has used it for a hundred years. He found It, learned the trick " "You mean." Quest cried "He has escaped ! " the professor broke In. "Cral? has escaped again! They are searching for him high and low, but he has gone!" Quest's arm tightened for a moment In Lenora's. It, was curious how he seemed to have lost at that moment all sense of proportion. Lenora was safe . . . the relief of that one thought overahnd owed everything else in the world. "The fellow can't get far." he muttered. "Who knows?" the professor replied, dolefully. They had been standing together in a little recess of the hall. Suddenly Lenora, whose face was turned toward the entrance doors, gave a little cry. She took a quick step forward. "Laura!" she exclaimed, wonderlngly. "Why, it's Laura!" They all turned around. A young woman bad Just entered the hotel, followed by a porter carrying some luggage. Her arm was in a sling and there was a bandage around her forehead. She walked, too, with the help of a stick. She recognized them at once and waved it gayly. "Hullo, you people!" she cried. "Soon run yoa to earth, eh?" They were for a moment dumbfounded. Lenora was the first to find words. "But when did you start, Laura?" she asked. "I though you were too ill to move for weeks." The girl smiled contemptuously. "I left three days after you. on the Kaiser Frederic," she replied. "There was some trouble at Plymouth, and we came into Southampton early this morning, and here I am. Say, before we go any further, tell me about Craig." "We've had him," Quest confessed, "and lost him again. He escaped last night." "Where from?" Laura asked. "Hamblin house." "Say, is that anywhere near the south coast?" the girl demanded excitedly. "It's not far away,' Quest replied, quickly. "Why?" "I ll tell you why," Laura explained. "I was as sure of it as anyone could be. Craig passed me in Southampton water this morning, being rowed out to a steamer. Not only that, but he recognized me. I saw him draw back and hide his face, but somehow I couldn't believe that It was really he. I was just coming down the gangway and I nearly fell into the sea, I was so surprised. Quest was already turning over the pages of a timetable. "What was the steamer?" he demanded. "I found out." Laura told him. "I tell you, I was so sure of it's being Craig that I made no end of inquiries. It was the Barton, bound for India, first stop Port Said." "When does she sail?" Quest asked. "Tonight somewhere about seven," Laura replied. Quest glanced at the clock and threw down tha timetable. He turned toward the door. They all followed nim. "I'm for Southampton." he announced. "I'm going to try to get on board that steamer before sh sails. Lenora, you'd better go upstairs and lis down. They'll give you a room here. Don't yoc stir out till I come back. Professor, what about you?" "I Shall accompany you," the professor declared. "And nothing," Lenora declared, firmly, as she caught at Quest's arm, "would keep me away." "I ll telephone to Scotland Yard, in case they care to send a man down." Quest decided. They caught a train to Southampton, where the? were joined by a man from Scotland Yard. The little party drove as quickly as possible to the docks. "Where does the Barton 6tart from?" Quest asked the piermaster. The man pointed out a little way down the water. "She's not In dock, sir,", he said. "She's lying out yonder. You'll barely catch her, I'm afraid," he added, glancing at the clock. They hurried to the edge of the quay. "Look here," Quest cried, raising his voice, TT1 give a ten-pound note to anyone who gets me out to the Barton before she sails." The little party were almost thrown into a tug. and in a few minutes they were skimming across the smooth water. Just as they reached the steamer, however, she began to more. "Run up alongside," Quest ordered. The captain came down from the bridge, where he had been conferring with the pilot. "Keep away from the side there," he shouted. "Who are you?" "We are in search of a desperate criminal whom we believe to be on board your steamer," Quest explained. "Please take us on board." The captain shook bis head. "Are you from Scotland Yard?" he asked. "Have you got your warrant?" "We are from America." Quest answered, "but .we've got a Scotland Yard man with us and a warrant, right enough." The captain shook his head. "I am over, an hour late," he said, "and it's costing me fifty pounds a minute. If I take you on board, you'll have to come right along with me. unless you find the fellow before we've left your tug behind." Quest turned around. "Will you risk it?" he asked. "Yes!" they all replied. "We're coming, captain." Quest decided. A rope ladder was let down. The steamer began to slow. The captain spoke once more to the pilot and came down from the bridge. "I'm forced to go full speed ahead to cross the bar," he told Quest. "I'm sorry, but the tide's Just on the turn." They looked at one another a little blankly. ! The professor, however, beamed upon tbem alL "I have always understood," he said, "that Port Said is a most interesting place." (To be seiin"