Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, September 21, 1933, Image 8

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Newspaper Page Text1 PIGE EIGHT MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFOBD, OREGON, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 1933. lkt- HIDDEN DOOR BY FRANK U PACKARD, vnttpier 44 THI MASK "pHERE wu bo mlslaterpretlnt the significant of the substttu- Uod ot tilt wig ot whit hair that u man b Baa Known is Back O'Mara wu palling on now to re place th on Just taken off. Colonel Hargreavea, Helmle Schwann, Bock O'Mara, the character that waa now iMlng assumed, all of those other characters represented by that ar ray of olothlng, were one and the ame the Mask. Colin gripped Sergeant Malvey'a arm fiercely and breathed Into the other's ear: "That fawn, checked suit Helmle Schwann. That Inverness cloak the night he killed Reddy. Get It?" "Sure, I get It!" Sergeant Afulrey breathed back. "And I'll get html But you stay out ot this now, or his tnob'll get Clarkle Lunn! Left see ; who be Is this time." The erstwhile Buck O'Mara was working with Incredible speed, lean lng toward the mirror, dabbing swiftly at his face aa his fingers dipped Into this Jar and that It could have been scarcely more than a minute since be had begun bis transformation. And now he was donning a black oat, buttoning It to the throat. The next instant be had adjusted a steel- rimmed pair ot spectaclea upon his nose and a cane waa In his hand. He turned slightly. It was old Keppel stein. Sergeant Muivey's revolver waa In fats hand as he stepped suddenly out on the floor and toward the other. "Don't move, O'Mara, or Keppel- steln, or whatever yon want to call yourself," he said coldly. "The game's up." The man did not move he stood (here as though frosen to the spot. But there was a sudden whiteness In his face that no pigment eould defy, and his Hps twisted Jerkily for an Instant "How did yon get la herer he asked hoarsely. "Who are your "Never mind how I got lnl napped Sergeant Mulvey. "And yon know damned well who I am. Ac cording to your own story you kept pretty close tabs on me after you bumped off Reddy Turner. And so you're the Maskl Well, by Ood, you're well named!" The man shook his head as be laced Sergeant Mulvey now. "You're crasy," he cried out do lantly. "I never head of him. Who laid I wasT" "Cut It out!" There was an omi ssus snarl In Sergeant Muivey's rolce. "Where do you think that's rolng to get yout You said so your self the nlgbt you went to Mr. Hewitt's home In that Inverness lloak I see hanging up there." Tbe man's eyes roved around the room In a hunted way, and It seemed jo Colin that he sagged a little as is supported his weight ou the cane In hla hand. "It's It's a lie!" The man's voice bad auddenly become a craven, un served whine "It's a lie all a lief ( tell you It's a lie!" Colviu leve.-j his snub-nosed an tomatlo and lowered It again. It was Sergeant Mulvey, not tbe Mask who was rising to his knees. Tht Mask lay there motionless, his hand that still gripped the revolver flung across hla chest "It went off the wrong way tot him," panted Sergeant Mulvey grimly, aa he tore open tbe man's coat and shirt "I guess he's a goner, but come and lend a hand." Colin atepped to Sergeant Mui vey's side and knelt down over the Mask. 'He's dead all right," announced Sergeant Mulvey gruffly. But the words were meanlnglesi to Colin. He was staring at a bared right shoulder at a long, Jagged scar that ran parallel with the shoul der blade. It was Joe Lasarre. '(CURB It Is!" agreed Sergeant " Mulvey contemptuously. "And lo's Helmle Schwarm, Mid Colonel Hargreavea, ind Buck O'Mara, and old Keppelstein and God only knows how many other aliases yon're work ingbut I'd kind of like to know what the Mask blmself looks like when he hasn't got any war paint on. I didn't get a look at your face In that mirror because the hack of your head hit It" He stepped abruptly toward the otbar. "I think we'll take that wig aud those spectacles off, and " Swift as a lightning flash the cane swung up from the floor, euttlng un der Sergeant Mulvey'a wrist knock ing the gun from his hand and, with a Jeering laugh, far from the craven, unnerved creature of a mo ment gone, the Mask leaped for the weapon with the agility ot a panther and secured It But Sergeant Mulvey, too, was agile. Before the Mask, who had atooped for the revolver, could quite regain his poise, Sergeant Mulvey. burling blmself forward, had borne the other to the floor. And then, like madmen struggling, they rolled over and over aa they fought And In that moment Colin forgot darkle Lunn. It was the Mask who had the gun not Sergeant Mulvey. And It was Sergeant Mulvey who counted now. He flung the packing case aside, wrenched his own gun from his pocket sprang out on the Boor and cade to a sudden halt as a shot muffled by olose-hugged bodies raag tut COLIN stood at the window el room 608-A In the Kranway Stratton and stared restlessly ont Into the rainy night From some where a clock boomed ont tbe hour of two. What was keeping Sergeant Mulvey? Back there In the Wine Press, aa they stood looking down on that life less form on tbe floor, he had briefly explained hla connection with Joe Lazarre, and had told Sergeant Mul vey what little he knew of the man. Then, on Sergeant Muivey's ad vice, Clarkle Lunn had unobtru sively left the place. From the Wins Press be had gone to the rooming house that for the last month had harbored blm as one outside the law, packed his belongings, and with tht simple but eloquent explanation that ha had to scram, had paid his bill and departed. A taxi bad taken him to the Grand Central Station, and a redcap bad taken hla bags to the parcel room. Ten minutes later another redcap bad collected hla bags, and another taxi had brought blm here to the Kranway-Stratton where he waa not registered. By the time any of th Mask's mobsmen picked np the trail, If they ever did, Clarkle Lunn would have ceased to exist But all this bad been hours ago! Sergeant Mulvey bad said he would be here by midnight and be had not yet come. Colin turned uneasily away from the window, and hla eyes, roaming around the room, fixed and held on an open letter tbat lay upon ihi writing desk. Furrows gathered be tween his eyes. It waa the lettei that under a pledge ot secrocy, had taken him to Cap a I'Orage. Bnl Reddy was dead and I-azarre wai dead now, and his promise to Reddy was no longer binding. For that reason he had told Ser geant Mulvey at the Wine Press what he then knew about Lasarre; and for that reason here, on bis re turn to this room extracting It from Inside the lining of one ot his bagi where he bad hidden It, he had opened and read th letter Reddy had intrusted to him. It was a long letter many pages of It closely written on both sides ot the sheets. He had spent an hour over It And now he laughed ou1 suddenly mirthlessly. The memo ry of that night at the Cascade Rlvei and the burning clubhouse came vividly back to him. A human life wu a human lite, and even had he then known thai Lasarre waa the Mask he still might not have acted very differently; but had he known what waa In that let ter, had he known what he knew now, he would have hesitated long before he had lifted even a flngei to save Laiarre's life. He raised his hand and brushed It across his eyes. Lasarre tht Maskl Queer that he had saved Laiarre's life at all! Th door opened and closed. Sergeant Mulvey cam across th room, tossed his hat Into one chair, and slumped wearily down In an other. "Began to think I wun't comlna at all, eh?" Sergeant Mulvey fluni out "Well, I eouldn't help it Tht first check-up started somethini hot and I haven't had a mlnut Anyway, I've got some news for you. French Pete's real name, yo know, was Pierre Mlreau. Well, Joe. La sarre's real name wu Louis Mlreau. They were brothers." Colln't Hps were tight "I know it" h said. "If rather ghastly." "That!" exclaimed Sergeant Mil vey savagely. "Forget It! But how do you know they were brothers! You didn't know It when you were telling me about Lasarre down there In that dump, did youT" (CopvrttM. HIS, mnn ft. ftxtfcmM Monde, CoJIn feeine he wheat troth ibout th. MsX WASHINGTONIAN NAMED ' TO COMMERCE BUREAU WASHINGTON. Sept. 31 (API President tooaevrlt today appointed Hithanlel H. Engle of Washington ata-t assistant director of the bureau of foreign and domestic onmmerot. 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