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On Windward Island PalMori b>trt«nsa , Mrs. Golden Into an appearance of evU whloh causes Golden to capture and tor- , ture the Italian by branding his face and SSwni S. hand. PaUdorl opens .the « dyke sates end Hoods the Wairf and li i the general rush to escape the flood kidnaps Gulden's mix -year-old dauxFtcr Mar- 1 nry. Twelve year's later lnNew Tork a t Masked One calUn* himself "the Hammer of God" rescues an eighteen-year-old girl from the cadet Casavaim. to^hom Julsa Legar has delivered her. and takes her to . the home of Enoch Golden, millionaire, whence she Is recaptured by.Lscar. Lecar -and Stein are discovered by Manley, Gol- . dan's secretary, settlng flre to Ooldjma buildings, but escape. Margery's mother fruitlessly Implores Enoch Golden to . ' And their daughter. The Masked One again takes Margery away from LegarLegar loots the Third National bank, but again the Laughing Mask frustrates his plana Legar sends Golden 'The Spotted I warning." demanding s portion of a chart - of the Windward Island. Margery meets her mother. The chart1 Is lost during a fight between Manley and one of Legara henchmen. ' SEVENTH EPISODE "THE HOODED HELPER." Margery Golden's serenely selfwilled Aunt Agatha disliked animals almost as much as she disliked mysteries. And about her tranquil Co- , dar home she felt were transpiring j events altogether too inexplicable to j remain long to her liking. Bo when Hannah, the plump but less practical-minded caretaker of that erstwhile abode of tranquillity, trem- _ ulously announced that a stranger In -.tin. vnaclr tl,J 1 pft fl hficht-COl-a had j

ored parrot, answering to the name of • Tito, at the door for Miss Margery. ] the bird in question was viewed with ] open disfavor, and Margery was sub- , Jected -to many disturbing lnterroga- ( tlons. None of the girl's answers proving ( satisfactory, however, her firm-willed maiden aunt proposed that they proceed with their interrupted game of "Preference." But a green parrot's In- , stinct and enigmatic cry of "Look out for the Iron Claw" proved in no way consistent with so tranquilizlng game, and the owner of the house and firmly commanded the departing Hannah, who "slept out." to j carry the disturbing creature off to her own cottage for the night This Hannah did. with much mum- j i and deposited it in her chicken coop. kj There Tito would have spent a quiet and uneventful night, in all likelihood, had not a certain mildly-predacious negress answering to the name of Jemima Watson, returned all but empty-handed to her suburban home. I For one of the by-products of this I dusky lady's activities as a scrubwoman was the gathering of those : trifles which find their way to the I waste baskets and refuse cans of of- | flee, buildings And her only harvest, ' on this occasion, was a half portion | of a time-yellowed code chart and I map, which had blown from the dlzxy I balcony of the Central Towpr building.

8he Wat Sitting In Front of the Suit of Japanese Armor. Rastus Watson, Jemima's lord and _ I master, flung the sheet of paper down — I on their kitchen table In disgust when it was placed before him as the k j extent of a day's "plckin's." — j Now, Rastudf who was of much pprtj ller frame th«" his spouse, was a firm ' believer in the efficiency of forced • -feeding. And since the day's harvest ! Fas been- a lean one. and the larder ! showed disturbing signs of emptiness, i that plump-bodied negro possessed himself of a worn gunnysack and announced his determination of acquiring a few pullets while hunger ran high and the moon swung low. Instinct combined with fate to lead Rastua by the nose, take him stealthily over the backyard fence of the afore- — mentioned Hannah, and from there to the door of the padlocked coop. RIf In the excitement of the moment the lightness of one bird tossed into the

escaped attention; was perhaps due to the haste with which he had to make off with his prisoners. He was blinking cautiously about, to make sure the coast was clear, when voice startllngly close to hit own portly carcass called out with a sudden warning: "Look out for the Iron Claw!" "How's datr was the answering cry "of thft tingling Rastus. "Look ont for the Iron Claw!" repeated the voice no close behind him. "Wha— what Iron claw?" demanded the sweating Rastus. "Til get you!" announced the bodeful voice behind him. And at that threat utter and unreasoning panic seized the terrified Rastus, who, with a throaty bellow of agony, charged across a newly-dug garden and bounded like a rotund Jackrabblt down a moonlit alley bordered with shadowy fences. At the end of this alley Rastua plunged through a narrow gate, and charged bodily foto the peaceful beergarden belonging to the madhouse of one Antonio Dibello, where sat four men In quiet conference about one of the little Iron tables well out of pub- ] lie ken. I These men showed prompt resent- ! ment at this' unheralded interruption to their talk. But as the parrot, with Its head throat through a hole In the gunnysack, repeated ita shrill cry of "Look out for the Iron Claw," these man in ft hodv to their feet. body to it

leader, who In even the dim from the garden lamps showed himself to be a one-armed man with strangely-scarred face, sprang for the terrified negro. Rastus, however, was In no mood for either Interruption or argument. He merely emitted a whoop of reawakened terror and headed for home. There he burst in upon the astounded Jemima and collapsed with a quavering groan of exhaustion. But before Jemima could either understand the nature of his ailment or investigate the contents of his gunnysack, a second and even more violent lyrop- ! tion took place. Legar and his men j dragged the quaking and gasping Ras- ' tus to his feet, shoved him Into a chair, | and snatched up the gunnysack. From It they t obis but the loudly.protesting green parrot \ and wonderingly examined It. "Where did you get that i irrotT was the quick demand of the man who wore an Iron hook where a hand ought to be. Rastus merely wheezed and Bhook in the legs and showed the whites of his eyes. It was indeed, several minutes before he was so much as awakened to the fact that he , was not In the grip of the law. But . once convinced of that fact, he became voluble enough In his protestations to | oblige the "white genl'men" with any Information they desired. He even led r those white gentlemen back to the neighborhood of Hannah's chicken Qn ono-TORRed were they In their dlsdie- £

coveries that they thereupon paid scant attention to Rastus himself, , Who took advantage of that diversion t to disappear. < There were certairf phases of that 1 hurried pursuit, however, which had , not entirely escaped the attention of a circumspect stranger who had mo- , tored casually about the quiet streets ( of Cedarton earlier in the evening. Aunt Jemima Watson. In fact, had , scarcely recovered from the shock , consequent upon the sudden invasion of her cottage when she discovered ( herself confronted by still another stranger. And the fact that this t stranger wore a yellow mask did not add to her Immediate peace of mind. "All I want to know, my good woman, Is where those men are taking your husband." "Dey's takin' him back t' wbar he done got dat bird." explained the negress. The stranger started for the door. Then he stopped, dead short. F<Jr lying overlooked on the- floor, close beside a battered water bucket, he caught sight of a familiar-looking oblong of yellow paper. In another moment he had possession of it. "Where did that paper come from?" he demanded. For he knew that tt I was the long-sought Golden chart which he held In his hand. I i "Dat done come from mah offus sweepin's." explained the other. "But j mah Rastus allows it hain't even wuff a green tradln' stamp! " | "Your Rastus may be right," was the stranger's quiet reply. "But it's worth this much to me." And Aunt J Jemima found a ten-dollar bill thrust t ' Into her astonished pink palm. "That la yours, my good woman. It you do r I fuct one thing, and do it quickly. I 4 want you to go to the sheriff's, wake i him up. and get him to the house l" I where' that woman called Hannah r* : works. Tell him to get there in a ° I hurry, and to bring his men, or there'll ^ j be murder done In this village before the sun rises!" The man In the yejlow mask wafted ^ for nothing more A minute later he wss off, running snadowlike through the darkness. Shadowlike, too. he aple proached an ivy-bowered bungalow in 16 which three women were quietly p!ay-

that peaceful game sndiaturbed, stole U quietly In through the back of the it house, locked himself in a small room 4 above stairs, and there adroitly but , quickly made a facsimile of the map. a Before that map could be completed though, strange events were already a transpiring directly beneath where he d sat For Margery Golden, glancing up ■ from her game, stared idly Into the old-fashioned mirror of bevel plate 1 ffoing her from the opposite wmlL 1 *nd peering In at the window reflect- ' ed in that mirror she saw a bearded 1 face teamed with an unmistakable scar. < She did not scream aloud, as her first Impulse had prompted, bnt she 1 sat staring down at her cards, trying to study out the dilemma which con- 1 fronted her. For the face the had seen was Lager's. The move she quietly decided upon | was to call the strangely reticent chauffeur of her strangely elusive deliverer and Mk him to make ready for an immediate flight to the city. She [ watched chauffeur as ho, threw on a heavy bear-skin coat and cap, wound a muffler about his neck, and " started for the garage. She watched ' him as he stepped out Into the dark- : nesm. Then the bear-skinned figure ' became the center of strange and un-looked-for activities, for It was plain that several men, lurking there hi the 1 darkness, had sprung upon him. It r was equally plain that they lost little time In overpowering him, for before J the startled women could rise *om the card table they found that nome * of peace Invaded by a group of au-dacious-eyed ruffians headed by LeJ gar himself. The latter bowed ironically to the h white-faced girl as he confronted her. His advance towards her, though, was Interrupted by the suddenly renewed ® struggles of the chauffeur, who, as he " tried to break away from his captors. 6 called loudly for help. Legar, looking * I ""S L -V

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I nonchalantly abont. crossed to a door, 6 swung It wide, and saw that it opened 0 Into a closet. r "Throw that grizzly In here until he ' learns how to keep quiet!" was their e leader's crisp command. II "And now. my girl, I guess It's your turn again!" was his next sinister ex- " rlnmiflnn ,

At the same moment that these { words were spoken still another unex- ] pected Intruder entere the room. Only this time It was the oddly inter- , ruptive figure of that man of mystery as the Laughing Mask. , "Not a move from any man here!" , cried out as he faced that threatening circle, gun In hand. It was Legar himself who stepped a pace or two, closely watching the automatic. "Before we start any shooting around here." the Laughing Mask calmly suggested, "I want Just a word or two. Legar, with you. I know what you're after. You want Golden's portion of a Windward Island chart. Well, I have that chart, and- 1 have It with me. But there Is no reason why women should be dragged Into this fight. So the first thing you have to do. If you want that chart, is to al low Margery Golden and her mothei here to return quietly to the city with my chauffeur, and return tonight!" Legar 's lip curled.. "And then you'll as quietly hand me over the paper. 1 suppose?" he scoffed. 'I'll hand you over the paper." agreed the Laughing Mask, for above -all things he knew it was necessary to play for time. " The gun and the map together.' was the prompt demand. "And then what?" Inquired the Laughing Mask. 1 "Then you wait in this closet until 1 I make sure it'8 the map I've got," am nounced the audacious Legar. "I await your decision, gentlemen, in the Jury room.' /nocklngly an ' nounced the latter as he stepped Into ' the closet. 1 Quick as a shot Legar shut antj 1 locked that door. 1 "We've got him, whatever his game i Is!" he announced as he darted across ! the room to the green-shaded lamp 9 and placed the sheet of yellow papei down on the card table cloiA beside a 1 second piece which he had already e drawn from his pocket a "By God, I've got it!" exulted Legar. k "Let out that driver in the beai 1 skins first" - h« commanded, "and if

fen11* cnMbroke from one of the men standing close beside the card tablit "Your nap's gone!" was *he bewildering message that fell on Legark as he leaped to the table side. The man In the bear skins at the same moment stepped oat through the door. "That guy gave you a copy, a faka copy done In disappearing Ink." Legar: gave one glance. Then, with as oath, he leaped for the feloset dot*, flung It open, and sprung bodily on the masked figure, dragging it out to the light as he tore away the band of yellow that covered the letter's face. "That's the chauffeur!" cried one of the men. "They switched makeups, tn that closet, and the main gup's gut swsy! " Then came a sudden trample of | feet, a chorus of shouts and the charge of armed officers of the law through the house. For the sheriff had at last arrived. Legar, knowing what that meant, with one sweep of his hooked arm flung the green-shaded lamp from Its table. Jumped through a window and vanished from sight • •••••• The 8hell of Deceit. Margery Golden, all things considered. was once more In very excellent spirits. There were even moments when young David Manley considered • those spirits as both' deplorably and disturbingly excellent ) For the girl's happiness, he felt assured. was due to the presence of young i Count Lugi da Espares. I He had come, as more than one lmi poverished young nobleman had come . to America, to dispose of those canf vases and curios which. If they had 1 I

not once graced his own ancestral halls, had at least been conscientiously made, on the far side of the Atlantic, after models bearing every earmark of the authentic. And one of the treasures which be had succeded In disposing of to Enofch Golden was a full suit of medieval Japanese armor, complete even to the long-bladed Kaglsakl dag-

ger and grotesquely fashioned metal fice mask. That leering metal face David Manhad hated from the first moment he saw It In position at the far side of the somber Golden library. The ugliness of that metal monstrosity, in fact, seemed accentuated by the soft-toned canvas painting which stood Immediately behind It. "Just what do you see to like about that thing?" he somewhat brusquely Inquired. The girl's face grew seriThat leering metal face makes me think of the Laughing Mask, and. now I'm almost certain I know who this Laughing Mask la." "Who?" 'Count Luigl da Espares himself!" "I don't believe It!" "Yes. but listen: Quite by accident yesterday, when we were having tea together, a yellow domino dropped from his pocket He was contused and seemed unwilling to make any real explanations about it" "Even a count could afford to invest in a ten-cent domino," was Manley's retort "Isn't It beautiful?" she asked as she swung the armor about. "You see It is quite open in the back. The coufft says they were made that way because they were worn only by heroes. And a hero must always be brave enough to stand facing his enemies!" "Well, swing It round then, for I'm. ' Its enemy all right! I hate the r thing!" r Three hours later he was peremptorily summoned to the billiard room, where be found Enoch Golden In sllp- ' pers and dressing gown feverishly pacing the floor. Manley stared ln- ' terrogattvely down at the paper which the older man held In slightly tremu3 lous fingers. s "It's another of Le gar's Spotted p Warnings!" explained Golden, In 8 ' voice heavy with apprehension. 3 "Did you speak to Da Espares abont y this?" Manley asked. "No. Da Espares went to bed an hour ago." ' "And Margery?" ' "Margery is with her mother."