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HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, JAN. 28, 1926. PAGE THREE Jhe A Sequel to Bulldog Drummond. BY SXUL M'NEILE COPTRICKT ST B. DORAN CO. SYNOPSIS CHAPTER I. To a gathering of annr chuu in Barking. London suburb, Zaboleff, foreign aKitator, tclla of the operations of a body of men who have become a menace to their activities. He is interrupted by tne men ne is describing (the Black Gang), who break up the meeting, sentencing some of the participants to condign punishment and carrying away others. A memorandum found on ZabolefT gives an address in Hon ton, London, which the leader of the at tacking party considers of importance. CHAPTER II. Sir Bryan JohnBtone, di rector of criminal investigation, hears from Inspector Mclver, sent to arrest Zaboleflf the night before, of his discomfiture. He had been seized and chloroformed and his raid frustrated. Hugh Drummnd, man of leisure and old friend of Johnstone's ar rives and tells of seeing the kidnapers and their victims. He becomes an unpaid agent of the police to be under the direction of Mclver, and takes up his duties at once. CHAPTER III. A "Mr. William Atkin son," ostensibly pawnbroker and money lender, really Count Zadowa, director of anarchy In England, does business in an other London suburb. A mysterious stran. ger Invades the premises. Count Zadowa, after a brief glimpse f the intruder, is strangely disconcerted. CHAPTER IV. Drummond, having knowledge of Atkinson's anarchistic active Ities, arranges to burglarize the latter's office to secure evidence of the fact. While so engaged, with two companions, a bomb Is hurled at them from an adjoining room. t CHAPTER V In Which the Bag of Nuts Is Found by Accident. IT WAS the desk'that saved Drum mond, and with him Ted Jeining ham. Flat on their faces, their arms covering their heads, they lay on the floor waiting, as in the days gone by they had waited for the bursting of a too-near crump. They heard Ginger Martin, as he blunder ed round the room, and then sud denly it came. There was a deafening roar, and a sheet of flame which teemed to fill the room. Great lumps of the ceiling rained down and the big roll-ton desk cracked in pieces and splintered into matchwood, fell over on top of them. But it had done its work; it had borne the full force of the explosion in their direction. As a desk its day whs past; it had become a series of holes Toughly held together by frugment.i of wood. So much Drummond could nee by the aid of his torch. With the ex plosion all the lights had gone out and for a while he lay pressed against Ted Jerningham trying to recover nis wits. His head was singing like a bursting kettle; his back felt as if it was broken where a vast lump of ceiling had hit him. But after mov ing his legs cautiously and then his arms, he decided that he was still alive. And having arrived at that momentous conclusion the necessity for prompt action became evident. A bomb bursting in London is not exactly a private affair. "Are you all right, Ted?" he mut tered hoarsely, his mouth full of plaster and dust. "I think so, old man," answered Jerningham, and Drummond heaved a sigh cf relief, "I got a whack on the back of the head from something." Drummond scrambled to his feet, and switched on his torch. Thfc wreckage was complete, but it was for the third member of the party that he was looking. And after a moment or two he found him, and cursed with a vigorous fury that boded ill for the person who had thrown the bomb, if he ever met him. For Ginger Martin, being either too frightened or too ignorant, had not done as he was told. There had been no desk between him and the bomb when it burst, and what was left of him adorned a corner. There was nothing to be done: the unfortunate crook would never again burgle a safe. And the only comfort to Drum mond was that death must have been absolutely instantaneous. "Poor devil," he muttered. "Some one is going to pay for this." And then he felt Jerningham clut ching his arm. "It's blown a hole in the wall, man. Look." , It was true: he could see the light of a street lamp shining through a great jagged hole. "Some bomb," he muttered. "Let's clear." He gave a final flash of his torch round the floor, as they moved toward the shattered wall, and then sudden ly stopped. "What's that?" Right in the center of the beam, lying in the middle of the floor, was a small chamois leather bag. It seemed unhurt, and, without thinking, Hugh picked it up and put it in his pocket. Then switching off the. torch, they both clambered through the hole, dropped on to a lean-to roof, and reached the ground. They were at the back of the house in some deserted mews, and rnpidity of movement was clearly in dicated. Already a crowd was hurry ing to the scene of the explosion, and slipping quietly out of tho dark alley, they joined in themselves. "Go home, Ted," said Drummond. "I must get the others." "Right, old man." He "made no demur, but just vanished quietly, while his leader slouched on toward the front door of 6 Green street. The police were already beating on it, while a large knot of interested spec tators giving gratuitous advice stood around them. And in the crowd Drummond could see six of his gang, six anxious'men who had determined police or no police to get upstairs and gee what had happened. In one and all their minds was a sickening fear, that the man they followed had at laBt bitten off more than he could chew that they'd find him blown to pieces in the mysterious room up stairs. And then, quite clear and distinct above the excited commenti of the crowd, came the hooting of an owl. A strange sound, but no one paid any attention. Other more engrossing matters were on hand, more engross ing that is to all except the six men who instantaneously swung half round as they heard it. For just a Becond they had a glimpse of a huge figure standing in the light of a lamp post on the other side of the street then it disappeared. And with astonishing celerity they followed its example. Whoever had been hurt, it was not Drummond; and that, at the moment, was all they were concern ed with. By devious routes they left the scene of the explosion each with the same goal in his mind. And with in an hour six young men, shorn of all disguises and clad in immaculate evening clothes, were admitted to Drummond's house in Brook street by a somewhat sleepy Denny. They found Hugh arrayed in a gorgeous dressing gown with a large tankard of beer beside him, and his wife sitting on the arm of his chair. "What happened, old lad?" asked Peter Darrell. "I got handed a fozen mitten. I asked for bread, and they put across a half-brick. To be absolutely ac curate we got into the room all right, and having got in we found we could n't get out. Then some one switched on the light and bunged a bomb at us through a hole in the door. Quite 0. K. old girl" he put a reassuring arm around Phyllis' waist "L think we'd be still there if they hadn't" "Is Ted all right?" asked Toby Sin clair. "Yes. Ted's all right. Got a young load of bricks in his back when the ceiling came down but he's all right. It's the other poor devil Ginger Mar tin." His face was grim and stern and the others waited in silence for him to continue. "There was a big desk in the room, and the bomb fell on one side of it. Ted and I gave our well-known im personation of an earthworm on the other, which saved us. Unfortunately, Ginger Martin elected to run around in a small circle and curse, and he will curse no more." "Dead?" Peter Darrell's voice was low. "Very," answered Drummond quiet ly. "The poor blighter was blown to pieces. If he'd done what I told him he wouldn't have been, but that's beside the point. He was working for me, and he was killed while he was doing so. And ! don't like that happening." "What do you propose to do?" de manded Jerry Seymour. "Well, there, old son, at the mo ment you have me beat," conceded Hugh. "I sort of figured it out this way. Whoever the bird is who bung ed that bomb, he recognized me as being the leader of our little bunch. I mean it was me he was staring at through the door with eyes bubbling over with tenderness and love. It was me that bally bomb was intended TaJ IWfliT IV f r f. r HAINES CITY . PROGRESS PROM a "wide spot in the road" on an old Indian trail between Jacksonville and Tampa to the most desirable site in Central Florida for manufacturers and distributors there are the limits of Haines City's progress 1 Fifty years ago Haines City was the site (because of its central location and pleasant living con ditions) of the meetings of Seminole Indians. Today, it is the center of a nation-wide migra tion. The reason has not changed. That predicts progress. Five years ago, Haines City had 658 residents. Today, its 6,000 population is as one man pre paring for many thousands more. Tfcat in progress. In July of 1925, I selected Haines City as the seat of a ?21, 000,000 development program. Since that time, real estate transactions have mounted into millions of dollars. New buildings have been started and completed. Large industries have an nounced their intention of moving to Haines City, and have bought sites for their plants. That proves progress. Tfmnl Bryson REALTOR I rrrrr- y. for not Ginger Martin, though he was actually doing the work. And if this cove is prepared to wreck his office just to get me out of the way I guess I must be somewhat unpopu lar." "The reasoning seems extraordin arily profound," murmured Peter. "Now, the great point is does he know who I am?" continued Hugh. "Our great difficulty before Zaboleff was kind enough to present us with the address of their headquarters was to get in touch with the man at the top. And now the headquar ters are no more. No man can work in an office with periodical bowlders falling on his head from the roof, and a large hole in the wall just be hind him. I mean there's no privacy about it And so unless he knows me he won't be able to carry on the good work when he finds that neither of my boots has reached the top of St. Paul's. We shall be parted again, which is dreadful to think of. Why, we might even pass one another in the street as complete strangers." "I get you," said Peter. "And you don't know him." . "Not well enough to call him Ber tie. There's a humpbacked blighter up there who calls himself a count, and on whom I focused the old optic for about two seconds the other eve ning. But whether he's the humor ist who bunged the bomb or not is a different matter." He glanced up as the door opened. "What U it Den ny?" "I found this bag, sir, in the pocket of the coat you fere wearing to night." His servant came into the room carrying the chamois leather bag, which he handed to Drummond. The door closed behind him, and Hugh stared thoughtfully at the bag in his hand. "I'd forgotten about this. Saw it lying on the floor, just before we hop ped it. Hullo! It's sealed." "For goodness' sake be careful, boy!" cried Phyllis. "It may be an other bomb." Hugh laughed and ripped open the bag; then his eyes slowly widened in amazement as he saw the con tents. "Great Scott!" he cried. "What the devil have we got here?" He emptied the bag out on the table, and for, a moment or two the others Stared silently at half a dozen objects that flashed, and glittered with a thousand fires. Five of them were white; but the sixth appreci ably larger than the otherB, and they were the size of walnut was a won derful rose pink. "What on earth are they? Lumps of glass?" With a hand that shook a little, Toby Sinclair picked one of them up and examined it. "No, you fellows," he muttered, "they're diamonds!" "Rot!" cried Hugh incredulously. "They're diamonds," repeated Toby. "I happen to know something about precious stones. These are dia monds." "But they must be worth a lot," said Phyllis, picking up the pink one. "Worth a lot," said Toby dazedly. "Worth a lot! Why Mrs. Hugh, they are literally worth untold gold in the right market. They are absolute ly priceless. I've never even thought of such stones. That one that you're holding in your hand would be worth over a quarter of a million pounds, if you could get the right buyer." For a moment no one spoke; then Hugh laughed cheerily. "Bang goes next month's dress al lowance, old thing!" He swept them all into the bag, and stood up, I'll laying even money that the bomb thrower is coughing some and then again over his bread-and-milk. This bag must have been in the desk." His shoulders begai to shake. 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