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TTAROLD STANLEY, reporter for
LI. Hew fork daily, owned by hit
lather, U in love with Florenc
VonlroK, daughter of Dr. Montrote,
irho hat spent hit life perfecting
narhine to rejuvenate humanity.
, lanley hat been working on the myt
rioui murder of fourteen wealthy
no Torkert, ' each ttrangled by a
ing of tupernatural power. Th9
'st view of the murderer it o6
ihifd by Florence Montrote, when
'nnley't father it made the victim
the fifteenth Crimim Stain nmr
r in her home, In an attempt to
t Stanley out of the uay became
hat raited a hue and cry over hit
ithffi death, Pierre La Rue, the
mr, runt into Florence and dit
in that the recognizet him. La
ii'' ffldtt Tanner kidnap Florence,
niley runt the flying auto dotcn
.;.' to find that the girl hat been
. into o hypnotic trance and can
1 nothing. it Dr. Montrote
' Uhet Florence, Pierre La Rue
..n't in. Vnder the tpell of La
' it't gate, Florence titt up. Dr,
i-.-.trote becomct enraged and
cotci o jardiniere at La Rue. It
nthet through a door. The thock
rakt the hypnotic tpell.
Iliram Lent, who hat alirayt kept
rge tum of money in hit home, i
urdcrtd by the Crimton Btain.
hrence gelt a note in Btanley't
riling tailing he it in trouble at
c Lent houte. Rhe obeyt the im
laring tummont to come and jutt at
h- it to be left in the Lent houne to
ie lilnn n up by Tanner the it rescued
;y Stanley.
CHPATER iV.
rhe Mysterious Disappearance.
AROLD STANLEY, two
days later, was about to
leave his office for the after
noon, when Florence Mont
rose's card was brought to
iiim. '
The girl came In, bringing with her
an elusive atmosphere of youth and
loveliness that seemed to illumine the
dingy little workaday office. '
"I've been shopping," she told
.Stanley as he hurried forward to wel
come her. "And I've stopped in, for
a second, on my way uptown, to see
if there is any clue yet to the ex
plosion at the Lent house or to poor
old Mr. Lent's death. It's all taken
such a strange hold on me! I can't
wait for tomorrow's paper to read
about It. Is there anything new?"
"No," he returned. "Worse luck! In
these Crimson Stain cases, there's
never anything new, so far as we in
vestigators are concerned. The Crim
son Stain supplies us with 'something
new' all the lime, in the shape of
fresh outrages. But we are too stu
pid to expose or even check them."
He spoke bitterly; with a sense of
almost hopeless defeat. And the girl
was roused to quick sympathy at his
chagrin.
"You're doing splendidly," she said,
"No one could do more. The whole
suit t talking about the Examin
er's wonderful crusade against the
CriuuftW Stain. I rw.d your editorial
Jiib morning, toe the editorial flay
irg P:r!sh for not doing more. It
as pc-.-iectly fine, Harold. I"ta sure
it will opur him to "
"To hating the Examiner, "finished
Stanley. "That's about nil the good
it will do, I'm afraid. The police
lepartment In general, is doing the
veryr best It can; and doing a lot bet
ter than the police departments of
nost other cities could; but this man,
i'arrish, who has International fame
,:s a detective, ami to whom the city
is paying big money to clear up the
Crimson Stain Mystery he seems to
doing nothing. And I was glad of
a chance to say so In print."
"I wish I could do something to
help!" she sighed. "A woman is so
helpless!"
"A woman," he contradicted, "is
about the most helpful personage in
all the universe. And there is some
thing you can do."
"What? Tell me."
"You remember every detail of the
Crimson Stain man's face, you pay
the man who hypnotized you. And
you saw another member of the gang,
too. I don't mean the chnufTour w-ho
came to you with that forged note
from me; the one whose body was
found after the explosion. I mean
the man who was waiting at the Lent
house for you the man who tried
to bind your hands. You must surely
remember his face, too?
"Indeed, I do!" she said with a
reminiscent shudder. 'Td know him
again anywhere."
"Then whenever you are out of
doors keep a lookout for the Crim
son Stain man and for that lieuten
nt of his. Search the faces in every
rowd. If you happen to see either
of them, call the nearest policeman
and give him Into custody. If these
Is no policemnn In sight, follow them
at a distance to whatever house they
enter. And then telephone me, at
once. You are the only living soul,
outside the gang Itself, who can rec
ognise two of thnt gang's members.
So don't say you're 'helpless.' You
may prove to be the most valuable
al l we have. Will you remember?"
"Yes!" she cried eagerly. "Oh, yes!
Wouldn't It be wonderful If I could
fir-d one of them for you! I'm going
to be on the lookout every mtnute.
I promise."
Harold Stanley's private office had
two doors one leading Into the city
oom of the Examiner, the other
Into short corridor that enam at
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the building's, elevator shaft Along
this corridor, at the moment Florence
Montrose's car3 was handed to Stan
ley Detective Parrish was striding.
Early in the Crimson Stain cru
sade Stanley had given orders that
Parrish or any police official should
be permitted to enter his office by
this latter route without an instant'
delay.
Parrish was availing himself of
this permission. But, as his hand
was on the knob of the office door,
he paused; the sound ot voices from
within the room reaching him with
almost perfect distinctness. He stood
there, listening to Stanley's talk with
Florence Montrose. Presently Par
rish stole away from the door and
returned to the elevator. But per
haps on impulse he was back again
in the hallway five minutes later.
Florence was Just saying good-by
to Harold as the detective arrived.
As soon as she had gone Parrish
stamped unannounced into the priv
ate office.
"Look here, Mr. Stanley!" he
growled angrily and with no other
salutation, "I read that roast on me
In this morning's Examiner. And I
want to tell you right now that you're
got to stop hammering me in print
Understand that? You've got to stop
"Certainly, Mr. Parrish," was Stan
ley's unexpectedly meek reply. "The
attacks on you shall be stopped at
once if you really wish it "
"I do!"
"On just one condition," pursued
Harold. "On condition that you do
what the city Is hiring you to do and
show some real activity in solving the
Crimson Stain Mystery.' "
"Activity?" fumed Parrish. "Ain't
I working day and night? I "
"Yes," acceded Stanley, "you are.
You are 'running around In circles,
making a noise like an earnest work
er' and you're actually doing noth
ing. I've been watching you, Mr.
"Parrish, and I've been having you
watched.
Stanley was interrupted by an office
boy, who brought a card to him.
Glancing at it, he said to the boy:
"Bring Mr. Clayton In here."
Parrish, at the sound of the new
guest's name, grunted a surly good-by
and left the office as he had come.
He slammed the door shut behind
him and stamped noisily down the
hall toward the elevator. But at the
fourth stride he halted and softly
came back to the door, stooping witfc
his ear close to the keyhole,
"I'm going up to Vanya Tosca's flat
for afternoon tea," Clayton said after
shaking hands with Stanley. "I
dropped in to see if you'd go there
with me."
"No, thanks," was Stanley's curt
answer. "I don't care to."
"Why not?" demanded Clayton,
wondering at the other's manner.
"Frankly," replied Harold, "he
cause I don't like her and I don't trust
her. I've been putting two and two
together ibis past day or so snd it
seems to me there's something ftsliy
about her presence In your studio
both those times you were uncon
scious. She "
"Nonsense!" declared Clayton. "The
first time she came there after I'd
been knocked out, and she found me
nnd brought me to myvsenses. The
second time. I just keeled over from
reaction, as a result of the brain con
cussion I'd had. That sort of thing
often happens. She brought me to,
again. I tell you, Stanley, you're
misjudging a noble woman. And I
tell you I don't like it. I know her
better than you do. And and I'm
not ashamed to say I'm pretty deep
In love with her."
"I'm sorry, old man," answered
Harold, genuine sadness In his voice.
"Because I don't think she's worthy
ot you. And I don't think she lovea
you."
"Why don't you think she loves
me?" queried Claj'ton, hotly.
"Twice, this past week, I've seen
her with Truxton Lambert Once In
his big limousine, and once "
, "Truxton Lambert? Who's he?
"I thought you knew him. He's a
man-about-town, of a peculiarly ob-Joj-tlonahle
type. Made his pile In
diamond-smuggling. The 'Diamond
King' they call him. He is enor
mously rich. And his repuatlon is
about as rotten as any man's could
be without landing him in Jail. No
decent woman can afford to be seen
with him."
"I'm going to tell her, then," said
Clayton, "what kind of a man he la
8he doesn't know, I'm sure. And I'm
just as sure she Isn't Interested In
him. Or In any other man but me.
I'm going up there now. I know she
can explain. And. out of common
fairness to her, I want you to come
along and hear her explanation. You
owe it to her. And to me. i-
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"1 can't go op there with you,"
said Harold. "I've some work down
town, that I have to attend to be
fore I go home. But if you Insist on
such a foolish thing, I'll meet you
at her apartment in about half an
hour, though I don't like the Idea
of doing it. It's useless. And she
will hate me for warning you against
her. Good-by, old chap."
In an incredibly short time after
ward, Pierre La Rue was calling up
Vanya's apartment and issuing curt
directions.
'Tve sent word to Tanner," he said,
"to let Florence Montrose get a
glimpse of him, on her way uptown,
and to let her keep him in sight till
he goes into your apartment-house.
See that the hallboy is out on some
errand for you. I'll be there within
ten minutes too, as we planned. So,
phone Lambert to come, on any pre
text you like. He's ripe, and this is our
time. Tell him you're in financial
trouble and ask him to bring along
all the money in cash, not check
he can lay his hands on at such short
notice. And the necklace he promised
you. Be sure to get him. I'll leave
the details of the trap to you."
"You're you're surely not going to
to do IT here? Not here at my
apartment?" faltered Vanya. "Think
of the danger, and "
"The danger'will be nothing at all,"
interrupted La Rue. "I'm not going
to use the finger necklace. He is go
ing to be killed by some one else
some other way."
Florence Montrose drove slowly
uptown in her little roadster. From
side to side, in such moments as she
did not need all her attention for the
guiding of her car, her dark eyes
roved, searching the faces of pedes
trians and other car occupants. The
thought that she alone could be of
service to the man she cared for in
this campaign he was so fiercely wag
ing rejoiced her. And she resolved to
spend hours every day in the search.
Far uptown, where street and side
walk traffic had begun to grow much
thinner, her gaze fell upon a man
who was strolling toward her on the
left side of the street
At once, Florence recognized the
man who had confronted ber in the
Lent house. She stared more closely
at him. There could be no mistake.
Apparently he did not see her, for
he walked straight on, with no ef
fort at concealment. Florence let
him walk past her. Then she turned
the roadster and slowly followed him.
Then Tanner turned in at a side
street and stopped in front of an
apartment house. He looked furtively
to left and right, as though fearful
he might be seen entering; then,
cautiously, he slipped into the build
ing. Florence left her car at the curb, a
half-block below, and went on to the
apartment house on foot. She glanced
into the front hall. It seemed de
serted. Thinking she might learn
from the hallboy into which apart
ment the man had gone, she stepped
into the ill-lighted hall.
Instantly, a coat was thrown over
her head from behind, binding her
and muffling her cries. Her arms
were swathed and helpless in the gar
ment's heavy folds. She felt herself
picked up and carried rapidly for
ward. Into Vanya Rosca's apartment ran
Tanner, with his struggling burden.
"There!" he panted, breathless with
exertion, "That's done."
"Is she? Did you? questioned
Vanya. ,
"No," said Tanner. "She's alive. I'm
leaving her there till Pierre comes.
He told me to."
"He'll be here any minute, "Vanya
replied, nervously, "And so will Trux
ton Lambert. Better get out of the
way. I wish to heaven I could! This
pretty flat of mine will be a sham
bles," she added, with an uncontrol
lable shudder.
"Lambert? You mean the 'Diamond
King chap that La Rue has been
having you dazzle so's we could get
him where we want him? He's going
to finish him here? If a man's found
In vour flat with the finger-necklace
mas on his throat "
"He won't be. The blame will be
shifted. I don't know Just now. It's
all horrlMe. And Harold Stanley's
coming here, too."
"H'm!" commented Tanner. "Even
as sharp a guy as Pierre will have his
hands full with an afternoon's pro
gram like that. But think of the
cleverness of him. Lambert, Stanley,
Florence Montrose all three in one
smash. And without the linger neck
lace! Well, let Pierre play a lone
hand on it It's too big a Job for me
to butt in on. without orders. I'm
glad to be out of it"
She led the way down the flat's long
hall, toward the kitchen. Kooen
Clayton at the same moment arrived
at the apartment's front door. Vanya
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had neglected to shut It tightly when
she admitted Tanner and Florence.
It had swung ajar.
One of the Idiotic Impulses that
Infest the brains of otherwise sane
men. when they are in love now oc
curred to Clayton. Without ringing;
the belL be slipped noiselessly Into
the apartment, closing the door be
hind him, and made his way to the
living-room, Vanya was not there.
He passed through the curtains
into an alcove beyond, and drew the
curtains together behind him. Stand
ing there, he opened his mouth to
call Vanya, preparing to enjoy her
surprise at hearing his voice and not
seeing him.
His lips parted, but no word was
spoken. For. at that instant the
door bell rang. Clayton heard Van
ya's light step come along the hall.
He heard her open the front door
and, with an exclamation of delighted
welcome, led a visitor into the living-room.
Clayton peered through a tiny gap
In the curtain. Vanya was entering
the living-room, talking with gay ani
mation to an overdressed, animal
faced man, who stared at her in evi
dent worship.
A throb of hot jealousy tore
through Clayton's heart Clenching
his flats, he took a step forward. His
hands went up to tear aside the
curtains and to reveal himself to the
woman and her admirer.
Just then a tap on the shoulder
made Clayton spin about He had
thought himself alone in the tiny,
dim-lit alcove. But as he turned
he saw a man who had appeared
seemingly from nowhere, and who
was peering fixedly into his eyes.
Clayton sought to speak, to demand
the reason of the other's mysterious
presence there. But for some reason
he was dumb. Be tried to move, but
his body would not respond to the call
of his will.
For a moment the artist's feeble
will power tried to comb at the weird
grip that the stranger's eyes were
having udoj him. But he felt himself
helpless, and weakly gave up the
struggle.
And now this flaming-eyed stranger
was saying something to him. Then,
to all intents and purposes, Robert
Clayton fell asleep.
Harold Stanley, mounting the steps
of the apartment house, heard him
self addressed, civilly enough, by a
man in the street behind him. He
turned, and recognized Alward, one of
Parrish's assistants a plain-ciothes
detective who had been working for
some weeks on the Crimson Stain
case.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Stanley," the
man was saying, and he added:
'That was a pretty fierce slap you
handed my chief in the Examiner
this morning. He "
They both wheeled and with one
impulse dashed into the house. For
in the middle of Alward's words a
heavy-caliber revolver had been fired,
almost directly above their heads.
"That's from Vanya Tosca's apart
ment! The second floor front,"
thought Stanley as he raced up the
sinple flight of stairs at the plain
clothes man's side. The window was
open.
On the living-room floor, face up
ward, sprawled Truxton Lambert, a
bullet wound through his head.
Senseless anl lying asprawl on a rug,
just In front of the alcove curtains,
lay Robert Clayton. His clothing
was awry. One hand clutched a re
volver. Stanley bent over him as Alward
and the policeman knelt beside Lam
bert, listening at Clayton's heart
Stanley found the artist was still liv
ing. No wound was on his body.
Indeed he seemed more like a man
who was fast asleep than like the
victim of a swoon.
Presently, Alward rose from Lam
bert's side and crossed over to Clay
ton. Taking the revolver from the
artist's nerveless fingers, he "broke"
It One cartridge alone had been
fired.
"That seems to settle It," pro.
nounced Alward, "he shot that other
fellow, and then keeled over from
shock at what he d done. But what
I can't understand Is how he had
time to rob him, too, before we got
here. The other man's watch and
ring and studs are gone and his
pockets are Inside out."
"Then Clayton didn't do it!" de
clared Harold positively. 'Tve known
him all his life. He might or might
not shoot a man In anger. But he'd
never rifle the body. Beside, you
yourself see he couldn't have done it
in the time he had. And there is no
slgn'of the loot anywhere about him.
No, we'll have to loolj further. I'll
stake my life on his Innocence. And
I'll be responsible for his appearance
In court if he is wanted."
November 13.
Out stepped Parrish. The fNEl
detective that the door behind Mat,
silenced his subordinate's aunased
querUa with a gesture and said uss
peratjTerr:
"Come and help ma search usl
flat"
With the dumfotmded Alward tot
lowing, Parrish led the way down to
hail toward the dining-room at the
rear. At the dining-room threefold)
he halted.
There at full length lay Vaoyf
Tosca. Around her white threat
showed faint marks of the "sngesj
necklace" so familiar to the police.
At Alward's cry of amazetneol
Stanley and the policeman came
oing down the haJL
iwn the haJL
Crimson Stain!" exclaimed
In horror as he saw the taiV!
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Stanley
tale bruises; "but the marks r,
much fainter than ever I've sees
them."
Alward wan chafing the ttncotw
scions woman's hands. Parrish Hung .
a glassful of ice water into her faea,
Slowly Vanya began to revive. Btan-
ley lifted a glass of spirits to her Hps. '
She sipped the fiery liquid, then etuv- j
ered and sat upright
"What's what's happened?" eha
murmured. I
"That's what weTe hero to ask)'
you," answered Parrish roogWyy
"What do you know about all tiust
Come, now, speak up!"
"I I came in here to to get aom ,
cigarets for Mr. Clayton and lfr. !
Lambert," she murmured incoher
ently. "They were calllne: on ma. I
came in here. And and somebody
crept up behind me and caught me by
the throat. I oh, I don't remember
anything after that except that 1
could not breathe."
"The Crimson Stain!" cried Alvar
In triumph, "that's it. He trie
strangle her. Then Clayton aad
Lambert get to Quarreling in the Irv
ing room, and the shot .scared this
Crimson Stain murderer away beCor
he could finish his work. That's it"
"Come back to the living room, ail
of youl" ordered Parrish. "Eelp the.
lady along with us. We'll go over Ub
ground there once more."
Back tbey trooped to the seen ot
the shooting, the rear of the flat he
ing thus left vacant And along tfc
vacated hallway ran Tanner. Ha
halted at a closet door, stooped, gath
ered the half-suffocated Florence op
in his arms and sped back to the
kitchen with her.
"Quick!" whispered La Rue, who
awaited him there. "Get her oat at
this. Take her to your own place and)
finish the business then, It isn't
safe to do it here. I didn't count as
the front window being open and the
shot being located so quickly. Vaav
ya's explained the rest But aka
couldn't explain Florence Montrose '
body being found here."
Tanner, shifting his limp burden tm .
his arms, bounded down the atalrkt '
As he reached the side entrance hov
tore away the enveloping coat flor
ence lay very still, oer eyes shut, Cat
he half -carried, half -supported her to
the waiting cab. Tanner could havo
sworn she was unconscious. (
Off started the taxi at Tanner's. ;
word of command. Eastward it sped ;
until, at an avenue, it was momeav ,'
tarily checked by a crowd of traffic . .
And in that moment the cab door,
flew open. Tanner turned, an instant
too late to catch Florence as she
sprang to the ground.
Be leaped out in pursuit, then draw
back. For the girl was hurrying to
ward a traffic policeman. Tanner
shouted to the chauffeur; and the
taxi wheeled about and set off at to
speed down a side street
When Robert Clayton was finally
roused he seemed like a man in a
dream. He could give no clear as
count of himself; nor did he realise
at all what had happened. Stanley
took him Dome, again promising that
the artist should appear in court
when he was well enough. j
Then Harold, leaving Alward AO
guard at Clayton's studio, went to
his office. On his return, early In the
evening, Alward was still waiting its'
front of the building.
Stanley glanced upward to see it
there were a bgnt in Clayton's win
dow. As he did jo. he saw i human,
figure silhouetted against tie night
sky the figure of a man wf.o stood
swaying on the nigh parape. if th
building, as if about to dive into tb
street below.
Without a word. Stanley r shed i.p
stairs toward the roof. Alward frV
lowed; but, not divining Harold's pur-
pose, ran into Clayton's top floirt
studio. Then, presently, finding Stan '
ley had gone to the room, he, too,
clambered up through the open scut
tle at the end of the topmost hallway,
Stanley, gaining the roof, beheld
Clayton, still swaying perilously on
the parapet edge as if trying to
nerve himself for the leap. He hurled
himself forward and seized the artuit
just as the. latter launched hiruwUf
into space. I
With a mighty heave Stanley ,
dragged Clayton back to safety. Clay
ton, like a man newly aroused from ;
sleep, stood blinking tif ertalnly at
him. Before either of them could
speak, Alward joined them. "lut b
ing the artist by the shouldtr, the
plain clothes man said: '
"You are under arrest ftr the nrnJV J
der of Truxton Lambert"
i'nder arrest?" stammered Clay-)
ion dully. "1?"
"What does this mean?" ansa
Harold in the same brt at h. J
"What does this mean?" echced AV .
ward. "H means he's the man w. ,
want. Take a look at this note I
just found on hta studio table."
Stanley glanced at the half sheetl
of paper. By the uncertain light b
read:
"i am about to end my life, I aO
guilty of the murder of Truxton Lanv 1
bert Rohkht CtAim." !
"This Is a horrible mistake of some
kind!" cried Harold.
"You're right it la" grimly asennt- ,
ed Alward. "He ought to have
jumped a half second m-oner."
(TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WA'BK.J