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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"
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Hithanlel H. Engle of Washington
ata-t assistant director of the bureau
of foreign and domestic onmmerot.
Kngle, a former economies teacher at
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BANK ROBBERS TAKE
YORK, Neb., Sept. 31 (AP) Three
men robbed th First National bank
today of 130,000 and kidnaped the
caehler to eld their escape.
O. A. McCloud, president, eaid the
men entered the bank, backed IS em
ployes and customers Into a back
room and scooped up the caah.
WlUlam E. McCloud. cashier of the
savings department, wu taken u a
hostege, but wu dropped off their
car at a hospital a mile from the
bank.
CHICAGO, Sept. 31. (AP) Squad
of police, some of them swinging
clubs, today broke up attempt of
trf-ing blgb school student to
march on the city hall In protest
of school board economy sluhes.
More than 1500 student participated.
About 30 were arrested but were
freed on promise of aa orderly re
turn to classes.
Pew student walked out of rlinnrs
Most of them gathered before school
began.
SALLY AND HOOT GET
HOLLYWOOD, Sept. 30 VP) Uy
Ellen, screen actress, said today ahe
had been granted a Mexican divorce
from Hoot Gibson, film cowboy. In
Chihuahua on August 28.
"Neither Hoot nor I wanted any
more publicity." said Miss Eller. "So
we Just decided to get a divorce In
Mexico and do It quietly."
Mr. Hattle Reames White. Accredited
Piano teacher. Studio 220 Laurel St.
Tel. 449-M.
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