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Novelized from the Photo Play of the Same Name. Produced by thfi Universal Film Manufacturing Company. , SYNOPSIS. Sanford Quest, master criminologist of the world, finds that in bringing to justice Macdougal, the murderer of Lord Ash lelgh’s daughter, he has but just begun a llfe-and-death struggle with a mysterious master criminal. In a hidden hut in Pro fessor Ashleigh’s garden he has seen an ape skeleton and a living creature, half monkiy, half man, destroyed by fire. In his rooms have appeared black boxes con taining notes, signed by a pair of armless hands. Laura and Lenora. his assistants, suspect Craig, the professor s servant, of a double murder. The black boxes con tinue to appear in uncanny fashion. Craig Is trapped, but escapes to England, where Quest, Lenora and the professor follow him. Lord Ashleigh is murdered by the Hands. Craig is captured and escapes to Port Raid, where Quest and his party also go, and hevond into the desert. They are captured by Mongars, among whom Craig seems to be in authority, escape with Craig as their captive and are rescued by British troops. TWELFTH INSTALLMENT. CHAPTER XXV. 'NEATH IRON WHEELS. Side by side they leaned over the rail of the steamer and gazed shore wards at the slowly unfolding scene before them. For some time they had all preserved an almost ecstatic si lence. “Say, but it’s good to see home again!” Laura sighed at last. “I'm with you,” Quest agreed em phatically. “It’s the wrong side of the continent, perhaps, but I’m aching to set my foot on American soil again.” “This the wrong side of the con tinent! I should say not!” Laura ex claimed, pointing to where in the dis tance the buildings of the exposition gleamed almost snow white in the daz zling sunshine. “Why, I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life.” "I guess there’s one of us here,” Quest observed, “who is none too pleased to see America again.” I-ienora shivered a little. They were all grave. Quest moved slowly down the deck towards Craig's side, and touched him on the arm. “Give me your left wrist, Craig, ’ he said quietly. The man slunk away. There was a sudden look of horror In his white face. He started back, but Quest was too quick for him. In a moment there was the click of a handcuff, the mate of w'hich was concealed under the criminologist’s cuff They stepped along the deck to wards the rest of the party. Lenora handed ner glasses to Quest. “Do look, Mr. Quest,” she begged. "There is Inspector French standing In the front row’ on the dock, with two enormous bunches of flowers —carna- tions for me, 1 expect, and poinsettias for Laura. They're the larger bunch ’ Quest took the glasses and nodded Slowly’ the great steamer drifted nearer and nearer to the docks, hats were waved from the little line of spectators, ropes w r ere draw r n taut. The inspector w r as standing at the bottom of the gangway as they all passed dow'n He snook hands with everyone vigorously Then he pre sented Lenora w ith her carnations and Laura with the poinsettias. Lenora was enthusiastic Even Laura mur mured a few words of thanks. “Some flowers those poinsettias,” the inspector agreed. Quest gripped him by the arm. ‘French,” he said, “I tell you I shall make your hair curl when you hear all that we've been through. Do you feel like having me start in .fight away, on our way to the cars?” French withdrew his arm ‘Nothing doing,” he replied. “I want to talk to Miss Laura You can stow that criminal stuff. It’ll wait all right. You've got the fellow —that’s what matters!” Quest exchanged an amused glance with Lenora. The inspector and Laura fell a little behind. The former took off his hat for a moment and fanned himself. ‘Say, Miss Laura,” he began, “I’m a plain man, and a poor hand at speeches I’ve been saying a few' nice things over to myself on the dock here for the last hour, but everything's gone right out of my head. Look here, it sums up like this: How do you feel about quitting this bunch right away and coming with me to New York.” What do I want to go to New York for?” Laura demanded. ”Oh. come on, Miss Laura, you know what C mean. ’ French replied. “Weil slip off and get married here and then take this man Craig to New York. Once get him safely in the Tombs and we ll go off on a honeymoon anywhere you say ” Laura was on the point of laughing at him Then the unwonted serious ness of his expression appealed sud denly to her sympathy. She patted him kindly on the shoulder. “You’re a good sort. Inspector, but you’ve picked the wrong girl. I’ve run along on my own hook ever since I w'as born, I guess, and I can’t switch my ideas over to this married stuff. You better get a move on and get Craig back to New York before he NOT GRATEFUL FOR THE FALL Bump laved Greedy Man’s Life, and He immediately Began Cussing His Rescuers. The scene was at the redroom at the Waldorf and the time the close of the oyster season. One of the as sistant managers was summoned there hurriedly. "A man has Just fallen over dead,” said tha bellboy who brought the slips us again. I’m going to stay here wdth the bunch. ’ The inspector sighed. His face had grown long and the buoyancy had passed from his manner. They found the others waiting for them at the end of the great wooden shed. Quest turned to French. ‘Look here, French,” he said, “you know I don’t w'ant to hurry you off, but I don’t know what we’re going to do with this fellow about in San Fran cisco. We don’t want to lodge two charges, and w r e should have to put him in jail tonight. W r hy don’t you take him on right away? There’s a limited goes by the southern route in an hour’s time.” French assented gloomily. “That suits me,” he agreed. “You’ll be glad to get rid of the fellow, too,” he added. They drove straight to the depot, found two vacant seats in the train, and Quest, with a little sigh of relief, handed over his charge. “Now for a little holiday,” Quest de clared, passing Lenora’s arm through his. “Weil just have a look around the city and then get down to San Diego and take a look at the exposi tion there. No responsibilities, no one to look after, nothing to do but enjoy ourselves.” Quest and Lenora turned away from the window of the hotel, out of which they had been gazing for the last quarter of an hour. “It’s too beautiful,” Lenora sighed. Quest stood for a moment shaking his head. The professor, with a pile of newspapers stretched out before him, v/as completely engrossed in their perusal. Laura, w r ho had been sitting in an armchair at the farther end of the apartment, w'as apparently deep In thought. “Say, you tw r o are no sort of people for a holiday,” Quest declared. “As for you, Laura, I can’t think what's come over you. You never opened your mouth at dinner time, and you sit there now looking like nothing on earth.’ “I am beginning to suspect her,” Le nora chimed in. “Too bad he bad to hurry away, dear!" Laura’s indignation was not alto gether convincing. Quest and Lenora exchanged amused glances The for mer picked up the newspaper from the floor and calmly turned out the pro fessor’s lamp “Look here,” he explained, ‘this is the first night of oui holiday I'm go ing to run the party and I’m going to make the rules. No more newspapers tonight or for a fortnight You un understand? No reading, nothing but frivolity. And no iovesickness Miss Laura ' “Lovesickness, indeed!” she re peated scornfully CHAPTER XXV3, Quest took the dispatch which the hotel clerk handed tc nim one after noon a fortnight later, and read it through without change of expres sion Lenora, however w'ho was by his side, knew at once that it con tained something startling “What is It?” she asked He passed his arm through hers and led her down the hall to where the professor and Laura were just wait ing for the lift. He beckoned them to follow him to a corner of the lounge. “There’s one thing I quite forgot, a fortnight ago,” he said, slowly, “when I suggested that we should none of us look at a newspaper until the time we were in California Have you kept to our bargain, professor?” “Absolutely!” “And you, girls?” “I’ve never even seen one," Lenora declared. % “Nor I,” Laura echoed “I made a mistake,” Quest con fessed. “Something has happened which we ought to have known about. You had better read this message— or, wait. I’ll read it aloud: To Sanford Quest, Garfield Hotel, San Otego. Injured In wreck of lim ited. Recovered consciousness today. Craig reported burned in wreck out think you had better come on. FRENCH Samaritan Hospital, Ailguez. “Say, when can we start?” Laura exclaimed excitedly. Lenora clutched at Quest's arm. “I knew it,” she declared simply. “I felt perfectly certain, when they left San Francisco, that something would 1 happen. We haven’t see the end of Craig yet” Quest, who had been studying a | time-table, glanced once more at the dispatch. “Look here,” he said, “Ailguez isn’t so far out of the way if we take the southern route to New York. Let’s | get a move on tonight”. Laura led the way to the lift She was in a state of rare discomposure. “To think that all the time we’ve been giddying round, ’ she muttered, ‘that poor man has been lying in hos pital! Makes one feel like a brute.” The assistant manager hurried In. A thick-set man lay back in a chair, his face blue. The hotel physician was sent for, and the body, still in the chair, was moved to a less public place. The doctor hurried in and advised that the man be taken downstairs at once. He was smuggled around to a back stairway and the assistant mana ger and the waiter started to descend with him. Ho was heavy, and when they got ball way the assistant manrv gar stumbled, and he and the waiter “He's been unconscious all the time/' Quest reminded her. “Might have expected to find us there when he came to, anyway/' Laura insisted. Lenora smiled faintly as she caught a glance from Quest. “Laura’s got a heart somewhere, ' she muttered, “only It takes an awful lot of getting at!” . . . They found French, already conva lescent, comfortably installed in the private ward of a small hospital in the picturesque New Mexico town. Laura almost at once established herself by his side. “Can you remember anything about the wreck, French?” Quest inquired. The inspector passed his hand wearily over his forehead. ‘lt seems more' like a dream —or rather a nightmare—than anything,” he admitted. “I was sitting opposite Craig when the crash came. I was unconscious for a time. When I came to, I was simply pinned down by the I side of the car. I could see a man working hard to release me, tugging and straining with all his might. Every now' and then I got a glimpse of his face. It seemed queer, but I could have sworn it was Craig. Then other people passed by. I heard the shriek of a locomotive. I could see a doctor bending over some bodies. Then it all faded away and came back again. The second time I was nearly free. The man who had been w r orking so hard was Just smashing the last bit of timber aw'ay, and again I saw his face and that time I was sure that it w'as Craig. Anyw'ay, he finished the job. I suddenly felt I could move my limbs. The man stood up as though exhausted, looked at me, called to tne doctor, and then he seemed to fade away. It might have been because I was unconscious myself, for I don’t remember anything else until I found myself in bed.” “It would indeed,” the professor re marked, “be an interesting circum stance —an interesting psychological circumstance, if I might put it that way—if Craig, the arch-criminal, the man who has seemed to us so utterly devoid of all human feeling, should really have toiled in this manner to set free his captor.” . “Interesting or not,” Quest ob served, “I’d like to know whether it w r as Craig or not. I understand there w'ere about a dozen unrecognizable bodies found.” The nurse, who had left the room for a few minutes, returned with a small package in her hand, w'hich she handed to French. He looked at it in a puzzled manner. “Say, what can that be?” he mut tered, turning it over. “Addressed to me all right, but there isn’t a soul knows I’m here except you folks. Will you open it, Miss Laura?” She took it from him and untied the strings. A little breathless cry es caped from her lips as she tore open the paper. A small black box was dis closed. She opened the lid with trem bling fingers and drew out a scrap of paper They all leaned over and read together: You have all lost again. Why not give up? You can never win, “THE HANDS” Lenora was perhaps the calmest. She simply nodded with the melan choly air of satisfaction of one w r ho finds ner preconceived Ideas con firmed ‘i knew it!” she exclaimed softly. “I knew it at the depot. Craig’s time has not come yet. He may be some where near us. even now.” She glanced uneasily around the ward Quest, who had been examin ~l Craig Assisted in Dragging People From the Burning Car. ing the postmarks on the package, threw the paper down. “The postmark’s all blurred out,” he remarked. “There’s no doubt about it, that fellow Craig has the devil’s own luck, but we’ll get him —we’ll get him yet. I’ll just take a stroll up to police headquarters and make a few inquiries You might come with me, Lenora, and Laura can get busy with her amateur nursing.” “I shall make inquiries,” the profes sor announced brjskly, “concerning the local museum. There should be interesting relics % hereabouts of the prehistoric Indians.” / CHAPTER XXVII. A man sat on the steps of the range cook wagon, crouching as far back as | possible to take advantage of Its slight i and the man in the chair fell heels over head downstairs. The man fell out of the chair with a great bump on the steps. From him came a cough ing sound, and those who were picking themselves up were startled to see three large oysters fly from his mouth. Immediately the doctor’s face cook on a cheerful expression. He sent for instruments and extracted several more oysters from the man’s aesopha gus, mid the latter was soon complete- Ijr reared. Then he proceeded totreet THE SEA COAST ECHO, BAY ST. LOUIS, MISSISSIPPI *■ i £ fe- \/ ■• i '~9k m*'-...TuR , > A^XjSv “We Ain't Powerful Civilized at This Camp, but You Don’t Get Our Cook Till You Show a Warrant.” shelter from the burning sun. He held before him a newspaper, a cer tain paragraph of which he was eager ly devouring. In the distance the mail boy was already disappearing in a cloud of dust. FAMOUS CRIMINOLOGIST IN ALL GUEZ. Sanford Quest and his assistants, ac companied by Prof. Lord Ashleigh, ar rived in Allguez a few days ago to look for John Craig, formerly servant to the scientist. Craig has not been seen since the accident to the limited, a fortnight ago, and by many is sup posed to have perished in the wreck. He was In the charge of Inspector French, and was on his way to New York to stand his trial for homicide. French was taken to the hospital, suf fering from concussion of the brain, but is now convalescent. The man read the paragraph twice. Then he set down the paper and looked steadily across the rolling prairie land. There was a queer, bit ter little smile upon his lips. “So it begins again!” he muttered. There was a cloud of dust in the distance. The man rose to his feet, shaded his eyes with his hand and shambled round to the back of the wagon, where a long table was set out with knives and forks, hunches of bread and tincups. He walked a little farther away to the fire, and slowly stirred a pot of stew. The little party of cow boys came thundering up. There was a chorus of shouts and exclama tions, whistlings and good-natured chaff, as they threw themselves from their horses. Long Jim stood slowly cracking his w T hip and looking down the table. “Say, boys, I tjbiijkjie’s fixed things up all right,” he remarked. “Come on with the grub, cookie.” Silently the man filled each dish with the stew and laid it in its place. Then he retired to the background and the cowboys commenced their meal. Long Jim winked at the others as he picked up a biscuit. “Cookie, you’re no good," he called out. “The stew's rotten. Here, take this?” He flicked the biscuit, which caught the cook on the side of the head. For a moment the man started With his hand upon his temple he flashed a look of hatred towards his assailant. Long Jim laughed carelessly. “Say, cookie,” the latter went on, “where did you get them eyes? Guess weil have to tame you a bit.” The meal was soon over, and Jim strolled across to where the others were saddling up. He passed his left arm through the reins of his horse and turned once more to look at Craig “Say, you mind you do oetter to night young fellow. . . Eh!” He stopped short with a cry of pain. The horse had suddenly started, wrenching at the reins. Jim’s arm hung helplessly down from the shoul der. “Gee, boys, he’s broken it!” he groaned. “Say, this is hell!” The cook suddenly pushed his way through the little crowd. He took Jim’s shoulder firmly In one hand and his arm in the other. The cowboy howled with pain. “Let go my arm!” he shouted, "Kill him, boys! My God, I’ll make holes in you for this!” He snatched at his gun with his other hand and the cowboy* scattered a little. The cook stepped back, the gun flashed out, only to be suddenly lowered. Jim looked incredulously to wards his left arm, which hung no longer helplessly by his side. He swung It backwards and forwards, and a broad grin slowly lit up his lean, brown face He thrust the gun in his holster and held out his hand. "Cookie, you’re all right!” he ex claimed. “You’ve done the trick this time. Say, you’re a miracle!” The cook smiled. “Your arm was just out of joint,” he remarked. “It was rather a hard pull, but it’s all right now." Jim looked around at the others. “And to think that I might have killed him!” he exclaimed. “Cookie, you’re a white boy. You’ll do. We’re going to like you here ” Craig watched them ride off. The bitterness had passed from his face. Evening came and with it a repeti tion of his labors. When everything was ready to serve, he stepped from behind the wagon and looked across the rolling stretch of open country. his rescuers to such a flow of lan guage that they put their fingers into their ears. “That's what you are apt to get In this business,” said the assistant man ager in telling the story recently. “If we hadn’t stimbled that man would have choked to death. He had prob ably swallowed a lot of raw oysters so fast that tljey completely filled his aesophagms an 1 overflowed into his windpipe. Instead of thanking us for bringing him back to life he chased " for lettln ‘ tlm There was no one in sight. Softly, almost stealthily, he crept up to the wagon, fetched out from its wooden case a small violin, sat down with his back to the wheel and began to play. Suddenly the bow rested motionless. A look of fear came into his face. He sprang up. The cowboys were all stealing from the other side of the wagon. They had arrived and dis mounted without his hearing them. He sprang to his feet and began to stammer apologies. Long Jim’s hand w T as laid firmly upon his shoulders. “Say, cookie, you don’t need to. look so scared. You ain’t done noth ing wrong. Me and the boys, we like your music. Sing us another tune on that fiddle!” The cook looked at him for a mo ment incredulously. Then he real ized that the cowboy was in earnest. He picked up the bow and commenced to play again. They sat around him, wondering, absolutely absorbed. No one even made a move towards the food. It was Craig who led them there at last himself, still playing. Long Jim threw his arm almost caress ingly around his shoulder. “Say, cookie,” he began, “there ain’t never no questions asked concerning the past history of the men who find their way out here, just so long as they don’t play the game yellow. May be you’ve fitted up a nice little hell for yourself somewhere, but we ain’t none of us hankering to know the address. You’re white and you’re one of us and any time any guy wants to charge you rent for the little hell where you got the furniture of your conscience stored, why, you just let us settle with him, that’s all.” The interruption which came was from outside. “More of these d —d tourists,” Long Jim muttered. “Women, too!” Craig his head slowly. Quest was in the act of dismounting from his horse. By his side was the pro fessor; just behind, Lenora and Laura. Long Jim greeted them with rough cordiality. '‘Say, what are you folks looking for ? ’ he demanded. Quest pointed to Craig, “We want that man,” ne announced. “This is Inspector French from New Fork. I am Sanford Quest. ’ There was a tense silence. Craig covered his tace with his hands, then suddenly looked up. “I won’t come,” he cried fiercely. “You’ve hounded me ail around the world. lam innocent. I won't come.’ Quest shrugged his shoulders. He took a step forward, nut Long Jim, as though by accident, sauntered in the way. “Got a warrant?” he asked tersely. “We don’t need it,' Quest replied. “He’s our man, right enough.’ “Right this minute he's our cook drawled Long Jim, “and we ain’t ex actly particular about going hungry just to please a bunch of strangers. Cut it short, mister. If you ain’t got a warrant, you ain’t got this man.” “All right,” Quest agreed. “The in spector here and I will soon see to that. We’ll ride back to the town ship. With your permission, the ladies and our elderly friend will remain for a rest.” “You’re welcome to anything w T e’ve got except our cook,” Jim replied, turning away. , . Darkness came early and the little company grew closer and closer to the camp fire, where Craig had once more taken up his violin. The professor had wandered off somewhere into the darkness and the girls were seated a little apart. They had been treated hospitably but coldly ‘Don’t seem to cotton to us, these boys,” Laura remarked. “They don’t like us,” Lenora replied, “because they think we are after Craig. I wonder what Long Jim has been whispering to him, and what that paper is he has been showing Craig. Do you know how far we are from the Mexican border?” “Not more than five or six miles, I believe,” Laura replied. Lenora rose softly to her feet and strolled to the back of the range wagon. In a few moments she reap peared, carrying a piece of paper in her hand. She stooped down. “Craig’s saddling up,” she whis pered. “Look what he dropped.” Shi held out the paper, on which was traced a roughly drawn map “That line’s the river that marks the Mexican border,” she explained. “You see where Long Jim’s put the The Wedding Route. It Is reported that the “latest thing” in wedding invitations is an engraved map showing the way to the church and to the house. Grinding perplex ity is the mother of Innovations. It is not so stated, but unquestionably this helpful scheme originated in Bos ton, where wedding guests have been known to lose themselves and wan der around for hours through the tan gled highways, not reaching the scene of the festival until the rice and old shoes had' been thrown and everyone cross? That’s where the bridge la. That other cross is the camp.'* She pointed away southwards. ‘Thats the fine,’ she continued. ‘Laura, where’s the professor?” ‘T don’t know/' Laura replied ‘He rode off some time ago; and he was go ing to meet Mr. Quest.'* "If only he were here!” Lenora mut tered. "I feel sure Craig means to escape. There he goes,” They saw him ride off Into the dark ness. Lenora ran to where her horse was tethered. “I’m going after him/’ she an nounced. “Listen, Laura. If they ar rive soon, send them after me.” She galloped off while Laura was still undecided. Almost at that mo ment she heard from behind the wel come sound of horses’ feet in the oppo site direction and Quest galloped up. Laura laid her hand upon his rein. “Don’t get off,*’ Laura continued quickly. “Craig has escaped, riding towards the Mexican frontier. Lenora is following him. Hes gone in that direction.” she added pointing. “When you come to the river you'll have to hunt for the bridge.' Quest frowned as he gathered up his reins. “I was afraid they’d try something of the sort," he muttered “Tell the others where I’ve gone, Laura.' He galloped pff into the darkness. Behind, there were some growls from the little group of cowboys, none of whom, however, attempted to inter fere with him. Long Jim stood up and gazed sullenly southwards. “Cookie’ll make the bridge all right/’ he remarked. “If the girl catches him, she can’t do anything. And that guy’ll never make it. Whoop! Here comes the rest of them.” The inspector, with the two depu ties, rode suddenly into the camp. The inspector paused to speak to Laura. Long Jim’s eyes sparkled as he saw them approach. “It’s old Harris and fat Andy,' he whispered. “We’ll have some fun with them. The older of the two deputies ap proached them, frowning. “Been at your games again, Long Jim?” he began. “I fiear you declined to hand over a criminal who'd been sheltering on your ranch? You’ll get into trouble before you’ve finished.” “Got the asked. The deputy produced it. Long Jim looked at it curiously and handed it back. “Guess the only thing you want, then, is the man.” “Better produce him quickly,” the deputy advised. 4 Jim turned away. “Can’t do it. He’s beat it.” “You mean that you’ve let him go?” “Let him go?” Jim repeated. “I ain’t got no right to keep him. He took the job on a moment’s notice and he left at a moment’s notice. There’s some of youp' party after him, all right.” The hunted man turned round with a little gasp. Before him was the rude mountain bridge, and on the other side —freedom. Scarcely a doz en lengths away was Lenora, and close behind her came Quest He slackened speed as he walked his horse cautiously on to the planked bridge Suddenly he gave a little cry. The frail structure, unexpectedly in secure, seemed to sway beneath his weight. Lenora, who was riding fast, was unable to stop herself. She came on to the bridge at a half canter. Craig, who nad reached the other side in safety, threw up his hands “Look out: ’he cried “My God!” The bridge suddenly collapsed as though it had been made of paper. Lenora, grasping her horse, was thrown into the stream Quest, gal loping up, was only able to check him- ■ . *jp fe^: ; . WT - .. yt< . , &>'■;* f '.•€ aJ| • . •■ ■*;• • ■' 'yV • ■•> ‘ ;<■;. After the Wreck Another Warning. self just in time. He flung himself from his horse and plunged into the stream. It was several moments be fore he was able to reach Lenora. From the opposite bank Craig watched them, glancing once or twice at the bridge. One of the wooden pillars had been sawn completely through. “Are you hurt, dear?” Quest gasped, as he drew Lenora to the bank. She shook her head. “Just my side. Did Craig get away?” Quest looked gloomily across th stream. ‘Craig’s in Mexico, right enough,” he answered savagely, "but I'm be ginning to feel that I could fetch him back oat of hell!” (TO BE CONTINUED.) else was on the way home—Provi dence Journal. Knew Her Name. I had occasion to pass a little boy a good many times one afternoon. He was sitting on the steps and although we were strangers each time I passed he greeted with me with. “Hello,” and I responded likewise. Finally the last time I passed by he said: "I know what your name Is.” and upon in quiring what, he said: “Mrs. Going Back and Forth.”—Exchange. PREVLNTION better than cur* Tott’s Pm*taken to ttaM arc nat only a reared? for. bat will prevent SICK HEADACHE, biliousness, constipation and kindred disease*. 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