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Novelized from the Photo Play of the Bni
Ranford Quest, master criminologist ot
the world, finds that tn bringing to Jus
tice Macdoiignl. tho murderer of Cord
Ashleigh's duughter. he has but just en
tered a life-and-death contest with a mys
terious master criminal. Kngaged by Pro
fessor Ashleigh, I.ord Ashleigh's brother,
to recover the stolen skeleton of an an
thropoid ope. hurried to Mrs Rheinholdt's
reception, where her diamonds ?lave been
torn from her throat by a pnlr of hands
without arms or body, A black box Inter
appears from nowhere tn his rooniH and u
not? contained In lt. signed by the arm
less hands, sarcastically suggests that the
Rheinholdt diamonds and the skeleton
may be bidder, together. While t.aura.
Quest's secretary, shadows Craig, the pro
fessor's valet. Quest and Ixsnora. his as
sistant, find tho skeleton In a hut In the
professor's garden, and discover there nn
Inhuman creature, half monkey and halt
man. As the professor explains, the hut
la set afire and the monkey-man and
skeleton are destroyed In the flames. In
Quest's rooms the Rheinholdt diamonds
euddenly reappear, enclosed In a second
black box with a note signed by the
AN OLD GRUDGE.
I Sanford Quest was smoking his
after-breakfast cigar with a relish
somewhat, affected by the measure of
hlB perplexities. Early though it was,
Lenora was already In her place, bend
ing over her desk, and Laura, who had
Just arrived, was busy divesting her
self of her coat and hat. Quest watched
the latter impatiently.
"Well?" ho asked.
Laura came forward, straightening
her hair with her hands.
"No go." she answered. "I spent the
?vening in the club, and I talked with
two men who knew Craig, but I
couldn't get on to anything. From all
I could hear of the man, respectabil
ity ls bis middle name."
'That's the professor's own Idea."
QueBt remarked grimly.
"We're fairly up against lt, boss,"
Laura sighed. "The bcBt thing we
can do is to get on to another Job.
The Rheinholdt woman has got ber
jewels back, or will have at noon to
day. I bet she won't worry about the
thief. Then the professor's-moldy old
skeleton was returned to him, even if
lt was burned up afterwards. I should
take on something fresh."
"Can't be done," Quest replied short- j
ly. "Look here. glrlB. your nverage j
intellects are often apt; to hit upon
the truth, when a man who sees too
far ahead goos wrong. Rule Craig
out. Any other possible person occur
to you? Speak out, Lenora. You've
something on your mind, I can see."
"I'm afraid you'll laugh at me," she
"Won't hurt you If I do," QueBt re?
"I can't help thinking of Macdou
gall Lenora continued falteringly. "He
has never been recaptured. I don't
know whether he's dead or alive. He
had a perfect passion for Jewels. If
be ls alive, he would be desperate and
would attempt anything."
Quest smoked in silence for a mo
I "I guess the return of the jewels
squelched the Macdougal theory." he
remarked. "He wouldn't be likely to
part with the stuff when he'd once got
hts hands on lt. However, 1 always
meant when we had a moment's spare
time, to look Into .'hat fellow's where
abouts. We'll- take it on straight
away. Can't do any barm."
"I know the section boss on the
?railway at the spot where he disap
peared," Laura announced. -
"Then just take the train down to
Mountways-that's the nearest spot
and get busy with him," Qtsrst direct
ed. "Try snd, persuade him to loan
us the gang's handcar to go down the
line. Lenora and I will come on In
"Take you longer," Lenora re
marked as she moved off to put on
her Jacket. "The cars'do lt in a
quarter of an hour."
"Can't help that," Quest replied.
"Mrs. Retnholdt's coming here to Iden
tify ber Jewels at twelve o'clock, and I
can't run any risk of there being no
ti ?In back. You'd better be making
good with the section boss. Take
plenty of bills with you."
"Sure! That's essy enough," Laura
promised him. "I'M be waiting for
She hurried off and Quest com
menced his own preparations From
hts safe he took one of the smell
blsek lumps of explosive to which he'1
bsd once before owed bis lite, snd fit
ted lt carefully In a small case with
a coll of wire and an electric lighter.
Ho looked at bis revolver and re
charged lt. Finally he rang the bell
tor bis confidential valet.
"Ross," he asked, "who else Is there
' here today besides you?"
"No one today, slr."
Must as well, perhaps." Quest c>
- served. "Listen. Rotr, I am gotag out
now teran hour or two. but I shall be
bick st midday. Remember that Mrs:
Rheinholdt and Inspector French are
to be her? at twelve o'clock. If by
any chas** I should ha a few minutes
la-*, ?ldc them io wal*. And, Ros
n young woman from Ute Salvati
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me Name. Produced by tho Universal
Army will call loo. Tou can give her
, Ross Brown, who was QueBt'e secre
.tary-valet and general factotum, ac
cepted the slip of paper and placed lt
'in an envelope.
"There' are oo other instructions,
sir?" he inquired.
"None," Quest replied. "You'll look
out for the wireless, and you had bet
ter switch the through cable and tel
egraph communication on to head
quarters. Come on, Lenora."
Tiiey left the house, entered the
walting automobile, and drove rapid
ly towards the confines of the city.
By Quest's directions the automo
bile was brought to a standstill at a
point where lt skirted thc main rail
way line, and close to the section
house whic.5; he bad appointed for
his rendezvous with Laura. She had
apparently seen their approach, and
she carno out to meet them at once, ac
companied by a short, thick-set man
.whom she introduced SB Mr. Horan.
"This ls Mr. Horan, the section
boss," she explained.
Mr. Horan shook hands.
"Say, I've heard of you, Mr. Quest,"
he announced. "The young lady tells
me you are some interested in that
prisoner they lost off tho cara near
"That's so," Quest admitted. "We'd
like to go to tho spot If we could."
"That's dead easy," tho boss re
plied. "I'll take you along on the
The section boss turned round and
whistled. From a little side track two
men jumped on to a handcar, and
brought lt around to where they were
standing. A few yards away the man
who was propelling lt-a great, red
headed Irishman-suddenly ceased bis
efforts. Leaning over his pole, he
gazed at Quest. A sudden ferocity
darkened his coarse face. He gripped
his mate by the arm.
"See that bloke there?" he asked,
pointing at Quest.
"The guy with the linen collar?" the
other answered. "I see bim."
"That's Quest, tho detective." the
Irishman went on hoarsely. "That's
the man who got me five years in the
pen, the beast! That's the man I've
been looking for. You're my mate,
"I guess BO," the -other grunted.
"Are you guTng to try arid du him in?"
"Now then, you fellows," Horan
shouted. "What are you hanging about
there for, Red Gallagher? Bring the
carriage up. You fellows can have a
smoke for an hoifr. I'm going to take
her down the line for a blt."
The two men obeyed and disap
peared in the direction of the section
house. Quest looked after them curl
"That's a big fellow," he remarked,
"What did you call him? Red Galla
gher? I seem to have seen him be
"He was the most troublesome fol
low on the line once, slthough he wai
the biggest worker." the boss replied
"He got Ave years in the penitentiary
find that seems to have taken th?
? spirit out of him."
"I believe I was in the case," Quee
I "That's so! Now then, young la
dies," Mr. Horan advised, "hold tight
I and here, goes!"
j They, ambled down the line foi
i about half a mlle. Then Horat
brought them to standstill.
"This ls the spot," he declared
"Now, If you want my Impressions yoi
are welcome to them- AU the searcl
has been made on the right-hand sid?
here and in New York. I've had m:
eye on that hill for a long time. M;
Impression ls that he hld there."
"I'll take your advice," Quest dc
elded. "We'll spread out and take i
little exercise In hill climbing."
"Good luck to youl" the boss ei
They searched carefully and d?lit
erately for more than half an hom
Then Laura suddenly called out The;
looked around to find only her bea
visible. She scrambled up, muddy an
with wet leaves clinging to her skin
"Say, that guy ot a section . eoe
told me to look out for caves. I'v
been In one, sure enough! Only Jua
They hurried to where she wai
Quest peered into the declivity dow
which she had slipped. Suddenly ta
gave vent to a little exclamation. J
the same time Laura called eut A
Inch or two of tweed waa clearly vii
IbVs through tba strewa leaves. Qu ea
fiat on his' stomach, crawled a Ititi
way down? took ont his electric tore
'from hid pocket and brushed the stu
away. Than ho clambered to his fed
"Our search- is over," ?he declare
gravely, "and your troubles, Leiten
That ia Macdougall body."
Lenora's face aank. into ber han<?
for a moment. Quest stood oa ea
side while Laura passed ber an
around the other girl's waist.
Quest glanced at bis wa*?h.
"lil have to .sst,'' he said, "but I'
send sumeoue a ?ng- Cheer up, L>
nora," ha Added kindly. "Look aft?
Que ng the road t
the spot where he had |ft (be ctr.
The chauffeur, who saw lim comlug,
started vp and climbed lo bis seat.
Quest took his place. I
"Drive to the office," lilordered.
The man slipped in hiAlutch. They
were in the act of glldkg off when
there was a tremendousleport. They
stopped short. The mannimped down
and looked st the back Ire.
I "Blowout," he remark 4 laconically.
' Quest frowned.
"How long will lt taki V
"Four minutes," the man replied.
"I've got another wheel ready. That's
the queerest blowout I ever saw,
; The two mon leaned over tho tire.
Suddenly Quest's expn Mien changed.
His hand stole into his alp pocket.
**Tom," he explained, "that wasn't a
blowout at all. Look tere!"
He pointed to the saudi level hole.
Almost at once he stood back and tho
sunshine flashed upoa the revolver
clutched in his right hand.
"That was a bullet." he continued.
"Someone fired at that tire. Tom,
there'a trouble about."
The man looked nervously around.
"That's a rifle bullet, sure," he mut
"Get on the wheel as quick as you
can," Quest directed. "Here, I'll give
you a hand."
Hb stoopped down to unfasten the
strapB which fastened thc spare wheel.
It was one of his rare lapses, realized
a moment too late. Almost In his cars
came the hoarse cry:
"Hands up, guvnor! Hands up this
second or I'll blow you to hell!".
Quest glanced over his shoulder and
looked into the face of Rod Gallagher,
raised a little above the level of the
road. A very ugly little revolver was
pointed directly at Quest's heart.
"My mate's got you covered on the
other side of the road, too. Hands up,
both of you, o.- we'll make a quick job
Quest shrugged his shoulders, threw
his revolver Into tho road and obeyed.
As he did so, the other man stole out
from behind a bush and sprang for
the chauffeur, who under cover of tho
car was stealing off. There was a
brief struggle, then the dull thud of
the railway man's rifle faRing on tho
chauffeur's head. Ile rolled over and
lay In the road.
"Pitch him off amongst the bushes,"
Red Gallagher ordered. "You don't
want anyone who comes by to Bee.
Now lend me a hand with this chap."
"What do you propose to do with
me?" QueBt asked.
"You'll know soon enough." Red Gal
lagher answered. "A matter of Ave
minutes' talk, to start with. You see
that handcar house?"
"Perfectly well," Quest assented.
"My eyesight ?B quite normal."
"Get there then. I'm a yard behind
you and. my revolver's pointing for
the middle of your back."
QueBt sprang lightly down from the
road, crossed the few intervening
yards and stepped into the handcar
Gallagher and his mate followed
clone behind. Quest paused on the
"It's a filthy dirty bole," he re
marked. "Can't we have our little
chat out here? Is if money ycu
Gallagher glanced around. Then
with an ugly push of the shoulder ho
sent Quest reeling into tim shed. His
great form blocked up the doorway.
"No," he cried fiercely, "lt's not
money I want this time. Quest, you
brute, you dirty bloodhound! You
sent me to the pen for five years-you
"Hands Up, Guvnor!"
with your cursed prying Into oth?
people's affairs. Dont you remember
tee, eh? Red Gallagher?"
"Of. course I do," Quest replied
coolly. "You garroted and robbed an
etd man and had the spree ot your life.
The old man happened to be a friend
of mine, so I took the trouble to see
that you paid for tt. Well?"
"Five years ot hell, that's what 1
hid." the man continued, his eyes
.flashing, his face twitching With su
gar. "Well, you're going to nave a
little bit more than five years. Thia
shed's been burnt, down twice, spark*
from passing engines. It's going tc
be burnt down for tba third time."
"Sounds remarkably unpleasant,"
Quest admitted. "You'd better hurry
or the bots #111 ?? back."
t-Ilagher finally slammed tho door.
Quest heard the heavy footsteps ot
thr two mea aa they turned toward
the section house. He drew a little
esse from his pocket.
He opened what-seemed to be s
li;?ie mahogany box,, looked at the bali
"The Hut, Professor!
of black substance inside, closed lt up,
placed lt against the far wall, un
twisted tho coll, stood back near tho
door and then pressed tho button. The
result was extraordinary. Tho whole
of the far wall was blown out and for
some distance iu front the ground
was furrowed up by the explosion.
Quest replaced tho instrument in his
pocket, sprang through thc opening
and ran for tho tower house. Behind
him on its woy to New York he could
see a freight trr.in renting elong. Ho
could hear, too. Red Gallagher's roar
of auger. It was less tnnn fifty yards,
yet as Boen cs ho reached the shelter
of the tower the thunder of Hie freight
sounded in Quest's tern. He glanced
nround. Red Gallagher und hin n:;ite
wero racing almost Bids by side to
wards him. Ho rushed up the narro*
stairs into Ihr signal room; tenring
open his coat io shew hin official badge
"Stop the freight," he shouted to the
operator. "Quick. I'm Sanford Quest,
detective-special powers from the
Tho man moved to the signal. An
other \oioi? thundered in his ears. He
turned BWlftly around. Thc Irishman's
red ht:: 1 lind appeared at the top of
the staircase. .
"Drop that signal or I'll blow you
Into hits." he shouted.
The operator hesitated, dazed.
"Walk towards mo," Gallagher
shouted. "Look hero, you guy, this
will Bhow you whethor I'm In earnest
A bullet passed within a few inches
of the operator's head. He came slow
ly across the room. BeloyT^hey could
hear the roar of the freight.
"This ain't your Job," tho Irishman
continued savagely. "Wo want the
cop. and we're going to have him."
Quest had stolen a yard or two
nearer during this brief colloquy. Gal
lagher's mate from behind shout ed out
a warning just a second too late. With
a sudden kick. Quest sent tho re
volver flying across the room and be
fore the Irishman could receiver he
struck him full In the face. Notwith
standing his huge size and strmgth,
Gallagher reoled. Thc operator who
had just begun to realize what was
happening flung himself bodily n-ainst
thc two thugs. A shot from tho tan
gled mas? of struggling limbs whis
tled past Quest's head as ho sprang
to tho window which overlooked the
track. Tho freight had already almost
passed. Quest steadied himself for a
cuprcme effort, crawled out on tho lit
tle steel bridge and poised himself for
a moment. The last car waa just be
neath. The gip between it and the
previous one was slipping by. Ho set
his teeth and ji mped on the smooth
Back behind .he tower Red Galla
gher and his nr.to bent with horrified
faces over the body of tho signalman.
"What the hell did you want to plug
him tor?" the latter muttered. "He
ain't in the show at all. You've done
us. Red, ho's cooked!"
Red Gallagher staggered to lils feet,
Already the horror of the murderer
was In his face as ho glanced furtive
"I never meant to drop him." he
muttered. "I got mad at seeing Quest
get off. That man's a devil."
' What are we golug to dor* the
other demanded hoarsely.
"There's the auto," Gallagher shout
ed. "?orae on, old man! I cnn fix
thc wheel. If we've got to swing'tor
this job. we'll have something of our
own back first-"
They crawled to the side of the
road. Gallagher's rough, hs! ry Angara
.vere still trembling, but they knew
their joh. In a few minutes the wheel
was fixed. Clumsily but successfully,
the great Irishman turned the car
around away from the city.
"She's a hummer." he muttered. "Ill
make her go when we get the hang of
it. Sit tight"
They drove clumsily off. gathering
speed at every yard. Behind, in the
shadow ot the tower, the signalman
lay dead. Quest, halt way to New
York, stretched flat on his stomach,
waa atrugfcJ' ig for life with knees and
hands and feet.
Mrs. Rheinholdt welcomed, tho in
specter with a beaming smile as he
stepped out of his office and ap
proached her automobile.
"How-nice of vcu to be so punctual,
Mr. French," Bhe exclaimed. mr.!;!.~?
room ror him by her r.lde. "".Vin yon
tel! tho man to drtVe \o 2>J r. . Qiicrt'<>
house In Georgia square?"
The Inspector obeyed end took his
p'acis ia <he luxurious iii..* itsine.
'.How beautifully punctual
Th? Hut ls on Fire!"
"Inepeet'.ir. I nm BO exrltrc! nt tho iden
of getting my jewels bark. Isn't Mr.
Quest a wonderful man?"
"He's a clever chai?, ?ll right." the
Inspector admitted. "All the same,
I'm rather Berry he wasn't aldo to lay
hands on thc thief."
."Thtit's your point of view, of
course." Mrs. Rheinholdt remarked. "I
can think of nothing but having my
diamonds bach. I feel I ought to 50
nnd thank ./ie professor for recom
mending Mr. Quest."
The inspector made no reply. Mrs.
Rheinholdt was suddenly aware that
she vas becoming a little tactless.
"Of courre.' she sighed, 'it Is dis
appoint ing not to bo able, to lay your
hands upon the thief. That ls where
I suppose you iiutfit find the Interfer
ence of an amateur l?to Mr. Quest a
little troublesome sometimes. Ile gets
back tho property, which ts what the
private Individual ?ants, but he
doesn't secure tho thief, which ls. of
course, the real end of the catie from
your point of view."
"It's a queer affair about these Jew
els." tho inspector remarked. "Quest
hasn't told me tho whole story yet.
Hero we are on tho Strohe of time!"
The car drew up outside Quest's
house. The Inspector assisted hiB
companion to alight, and rang the boll
at tho front door. Thorn was a some
what prolonged pau?e. He rang again.
"Never knew this to happen before,"
he remarked. "That sort of secretary
valet of Mr. Quest's-ROBS Brown I
think he calls him-is always on the
spot." They waited for some time,
there was still no answer to their sum
mons. Tho inspector placed hld car to
the keyhole. There was not a sound,
.to be heard. Ho drow back, a little
puzzled. At that moment his atten
tion was caught by the fluttering of n
? little pleco ol' white material caught in
tho door. He pulled lt out. It was a
fragment of white embroidery, and on
lt wero several small stains. The In
spector looked at them and looked at
his Angers. His faco grew suddenly
"Seems to me," he muttered, "that
thero has been souio trouble here. 1
shall have to take a liberty. If you'll
excuso mo. Mrs. Rheinholdt. ? think lt
would be better If you waited in the
car until I send out for you."
"You don't think tho Jewels have
been stolon again?" sbo gasped.
Tho inspector made no reply. He
had drawn from his pocket a little
pass key and was Atting lt into -the
lock. Tho door swung open. Once
more they wero both conscious of that
peculiar silence, which seemed to have
in it sonni unnamable quality. He
moved to tho foot of tho stairs and
"Hello! Anyono there?"' "
There was no reply. Ho opened tho
jj doors of the two rooms on tho right
hand side, wbero Quest, when he was
engaged In any widespread affair, kept
a stenographer and a telegraph oper
ator. Roth rooms were empty. Then
lie turned towards Quest's study on
tho left-hand side. French was a man
of Iron nerve. No power on earth
could have kept back the cry which
broke from his Ups.
A few feet away from the door wai
Mretched the body of the secretary
valet. On the other eldo of tho room,
lying OB though ehp had slipped from
tho sofa, her head fallen on one side
fin hldooua fashion, was tho body ol
? , Miss Qulgg, the Salvation Army young
I woman. French set bis teeth and
drew back the curtains. In tho clear
I er light the disorder of the room wai
fully revealed. There bad been a ter
. J riblo struggle. Between whom? How'
There was suddenly a piercing
shriek. The inspector turned quick!)
' around. Mrs. Rheinholdt, who had dis
; rcgrrded his advice, was standing on
. the threshold.
"Inspector!" she cried. "V'hat hat
happened? Oh, my God!" #
She covered her face with hei
j hanns. French gripped her by th?
erm. At that moment there was tin
; sound, of an automobile stopping out
"Keep quiet for a moment," the in
spector whispered in her car. "Pul
j yourself together, madam. Oo to tin
I other end of the room. Don't look
.. Stay there for a few moments ant
'. then get home as quick as you can.'
? 8be obeyed him mutely, pressing
\ her hands to her eyes, shivering li
? every limb. French, stood back insidi
' ?ho room. He heard the front doo
open, he beard Quest's voice outside
"Where the devil are you. Ross?"
There was no reply.
Tb? door waa pushed opes. Quos
entered, ??l?fcwed t>y t!'* professor ?ni
' Craig. The Inspector stood watching
I their facer. Quest esme to a stead
still before hf! had r.?"sed the threih
old. Itu looked u??n tito flour and he
looked ncroBB tu tho sofa. Then he
looked nt French.
"My tJod!" he mistered.
Tho professor pushed past. He had
looked around the room, and gazed nt
the two bodies with an expression of
blank and absoluta terror. Then he
fell hack Into Craig's arms.
"the poor giri!" he cried. "Horri
ble! Horrible! Horrible!"
"Know anything nbout this?" Quest
"Not a thing," the Inspector replied.
"Wo arrived, Mrs. Rheinholdt and 1.
af tho minutes past twelve. Thero
was no answer to our ring. 1 used
my pass key and cnterod. This is
what 1 found."
Quest stood over tho body of Ms
valet for a moment. Tho man was ob
viously dead. Tho Inspector look his
handkerchief and covered tip the head.
A few feet away was a heavy paper
"Killed by a blow from behind,"
Kreuch remarked grimly, "with that
litt lo affoir. Look hero!"
They glanced down at tho girl.
Quest's eyebrows came together quick
ly. Thero were two bluo marks upon
her throat whare a man's thumba
might havo been.
"Tho hands again." he muttered.
The Inspector nodded.
"Can you make anything of lt?"
"Not yet," Quest confessed. "I must
The inspector glanced nt him curi
"Where on earth have you been to?"
"Ueon to?" Quest repeated.
"Look In thc mirror!" French sug
QueBt glanced at hlvself. Ula col
lar had given way. his tlo WBB torn, a
hutton nnd some of tho cloth had been
wrenched from ti ls coat, his treuser?
wore torn and he was covered with
"I'll tell you nbout my troublo a lit
tle* later on," he replied. "Say. can't
wo keep those glrln out?"
They were too lato. Laura and Len
ora were already upon tho threshold.
Quent swung round toward them.
"Girls," bo said, "there has beea
some troublo here. Go and walt up
Cairs, Lenora, or sit In tho ball.
He Set His Teeth and Jumped.
Laura, you had better telephone to
the police station and for a doctor.
That's right, lan't lt, inspector?"
"Yes!", the latter assented thought
Lenora, white to the dps, staggered
a few feet back Into tte hall. -Laura
?et her teeth and lingen, d.
"Is that Ross?'' sha at-h^d.
"It's his body," Quest replied. "He's
been murdered here, he and thu Salva
tion Army girl who was to come this
morning for her check."
Laura turned away half dazed.
"I'd have trusted Ross with my life,"
Quest continued, "but he must have
j been alone in the house v.h?n the girl
t came. Do you suppose lt was the
, usual sort of troublo?"
Inspector French stooped down and
! picked up the paper-weight. Across lt
was stamped tho name of Sanford
"This yours. Quest?"
I "Ot course it is," Quest answered
j "EveryHiing In tho room la raine."
"The girl would fight to defend her
self," the inspector remarked slowly,
' "but she could never strike a man such
a blow as your valet died from."
French stooped and picked up a
small clock. It had stopped at eleven
, fifteen. He looked at lt thoughtfully.
\ "Quest," ho went on, "I'll have to
\ ask you a question."
"Why not?" Quest replied looking
"Where wore you at eloven-flfteen?"
j , "On tower No. 10 of the New York
t Central, scrapping for ray life." Quest
' answered grimly. "I've reason to re
j member it"
Something in tho* inspector's steady
gase seemed to Inspire the crimin?lo
' gist with a now idea. He came a step
forward, a little frown upon his fore
: head. i
"Say, French/' he exclaimed, "you
1 don't-you don't suspect me of this?"
. .French '?as unmoved. liz looked
, Qnrst ?r.'tba eyes.
! v "t don't ano*." he said. .
' , (TO HU COXTINTED.)
1 his is