E. PHILIPS Novelized from the Photo Play of the Bame Name. OQPPENH < SHIT iS ON FF woop Produced by the Universal Film Mgoufacturing Company. SYNOPSIS, Banford Quest, master criminologist of the world, finds that in bringing to justice Macdougal, the murderer of Lord Ash. letgh's daughter, he has but Just begun a We-and-death struggle with a mysterious master criminal. In a hidden hut in Pro- fessor Ashleigh's Eg n he ape skeleton and a ing creature, half monkey, half man, destroyed by fire In hig roams have eared black boxes eon- tating notes, signed by a pair of armless ha Laura and Lenora, his assistants, suspect Craig, the professor's servant, of a double murder. The black boxes con- tinue to appear in unc anny fashion, Craig is trapped, but escapes to England, where Quest, Lenora and the professor follow him. Lord Ashleigh is murdered by the Hands. Craig is captured and escapes to Port Said, where Quest and his party also £0, and beyond Into the desert. They are captured by Mongars, among whom Craig Reems to be In authority, esc pe with Craig as their captive and are rescucd by British troops, TWELFTH INSTALLMENT. CHAPTER XXV. has scen an "NEATH IRON WHEELS. Side by side they leaned over the rail of the steamer and gazed shore- wards at the slowly unfolding scene before them. For some time they had all preserved an almost ecstatic si- lence, "Say; but it's good to see again!" Ldura sighed at last. "I'm with you," Quest agreed em- phatieally. "It's the wrong side. of the continent, perhaps, but I'm aching to set my foot on American sof} again." "This the wrong side of the con- tinent! I should say not!" claimed, pointing to where in the dis- tance the buildings of the exposition gleamed almost snow white in the daz zling sunshine. "Why, I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life." "I guess there's one of us here," Quest observed, "who is none too pleased to sce America again." Lenora shivered a little, They were all grave. Quest moved slowly down the deck towards Craig's side, and touched him on the arm. "Give me your left wrist, Craig," he said quietly, The man slunk away. There was a sudden look of horror in his white face. He started back, but Quest was too quick for him. In a moment there was the click of a handcuff, the mato of which was concealed under the criminologist's cuff. They stepped along the deck to- wards the rest of the party. Lenora handed her glasses to Quest. "Do look, Mr. Quest," she begged. "There is Inspector French standing in the front row on the dock, with two enormous bunches of flowers--carna- tions for me, I expect, and poinsettias for Laura. They're the larger bunch." Quest took the glasses and nodded. Slowly the great steamer drifted nearer and nearer to the docks, hats were waved from the little 'line of spectators, ropes were drawn taut The inspector was standing at the bottom of the. gangway as they all passed down. He shook hands with everyone vigorously, Then he pre- sented Lenora with her carnations and Laura with the poinsettias. Lenora was enthusiastic. Even Laura mur mured a few words of thanks. "Some flowers, those poinsettias," the inspector agreed. : Quest gripped him by the arm, home Laura ex- | slips us again. I'm going to stay here with the bunch." The inspector sighed. His face had grown long and the buoyancy had Yassed from his manner, They found the others waiting for them at the end of the great wooden shed. Quest turned to French. "Look here, French," he said, "you know I don't want to hurry you off, but I don't know what we're going to do with this fellow about in San Fran- cisco. We don't want to lodge two charges, and we should have to put him in jail tonight. Why don't you take him on right away? There's a limited goes by the southern route in an hour's time." French assented gloomily. "That snits me," he agreed, "You'll be glad to get rid of the fellow, too," he added. They drove straight to the depot, found two vacant seats in the train, and Quest, with a little sigh of relief, handed over his charge. "Now for a little holiday," Quest de- clared, passing Lenora's arm through his. "We'll just have a look around the city and then get down to San Diego and take a look at the exposi- tion there. No responsibilities, no one to look after, nothing to do but enjoy ourselves." * . . . . . . Quest and Lenora turned away from the window of the hotel, out of which they had been gazing for the last quarter of an hour. "It's too beautifvl," Lenora sighed. Quest stood for a mement shaking his head. The professor, with a pile of newspapers stretched out before him, was completely engrossed in their perusal. Laura, who had been sitting in an armchair at the farther end of the apartment, was apparently deep in thought. "Say, you two are no sort of people for a holiday," Quest declared. "As for you, Laura, I can't think what's come over you. You never opened your mouth at dinner time, and you sit there now looking like nothing on earth." . "I am beginning to suspect her," Le- nora chimed in. "Too bad he had to hurry away, dear!" Laura's indignation was not alto- exchanged amused glances. The for- mer picked up the newspaper from the floor and calmly turned out the pro- fessor's lamp, "Look here," he explained, "this is the first night of our holiday. I'm go- ing to run the party and I'm going to make the rules. No more newspapers tonight or for a fortnight You un- understand? No reading, nothing but frivolity. And no lovesickness, Miss Laura ™ "Lovesickness, peated scornfully. indeed!" she re: CHAPTER XXV1. Quest took the dispatch which the hotel clerk handed to him one after noon a fortnight later, and read it through without change of expres. sion. Lenora, however, who was by his side, knew at once that it oon- tained something startling "What is it?" she asked. He passed his arm through hers and led her down the hall to where the "French," he sald, "1 tell you I shall make your hair curl when you hear all that we've been through. De you feel like having me start in right away, on our way to the cars?" French withdrew his arm. "Nothing doing," he replied." *1 want to talk to Miss Laura You can stow that criminal stuff. It'll wait all right. You've got the fellow--that's what matters!" Quest exchanged an amused glance with Lenora. The inspector and Laura fell a little behind. The former took off his hat for a moment and fanned himself. "Say, Miss Laura," he began, "I'm a plain man, and a poor hand at speeches. I've been saying a few nice things over to myself on. the dock here for the last hour, but everything's . #one right out of my head. Look here, it sums up Ike this: How do you feel about quitting this buneh right away and coming with me to New York." "What do { want to go to New York for?" Laura demanded. what I mean," French replied. "We'll slip off and get married here and then take 'this man Craig fo New York. Once get hint safely in Tombs and : anywhere professor and Laura were just wait: ing for the lift. He beckoned them to follow him to a commer of the lounge. "There's one thing I quite forgot, a fortnight ago," he said, slowly, "when I suggested that we should none of us look at a newspaper until the time we were in California. Have you kept to our bargain, professor?" "Absolutely! "And you, girls?" "I've never even geen one," Lenora "l made a mistake," Quest con- fessed. _ "Something has happened which we ought to known about. You had better read this message-- or, wait; I'll read it aloud: ited. Recovered consciousness today. Craig reported in wreck put think you had r.come on. Blac gether convincing. Quest and Lenora : THE DAILY kB "He's been unconscious all the time," Quest reniinded her. "Might have expected to find us there when he came to, anyway," Laura insisted. Lenora smiled faintly as she caught 8 glance from Quest, "Laura's got a heart somewhere," she muttéred, "only. it takes an awful lot of getting at!" They found French, already conva- lescent, comfortably installed {n the private ward of a small hospital in the picturesque New Mexico town. Laura almost at onee established herself by his side. "Can you remember anything about the wreck, French?" Quest inquired. The inspector passed his hand wearily over his forehead, "It seems more like a dream--or rather a nightmare--than anything," he admitted, "I was sitting opposite Craig when the crash came. I wag unconscious for a time. When I came to, 1 was simply pinned down by the side of the car. 1 could ee a man working hard 'to release me, tugging and straining with all his might. Every now and then I got a glimpse of his face. It seemed queer, but I could have sworn it was Craig. Then other Deople passed by. I heard the shriek of a-locamotive. 1 could ses a doctor bending over some bodies. Then it all faded away and came back again. The second time I was nearly free. The man who had been working so hard was just smashing the last bit of timber away, and again I saw his face and that time I was sure that it was Craig. Anyway, he finished the job. 1 suddenly felt 1 could move my limbs. The man stood up as though exhausted, looked at me, called to the doctor, and then he seemed to fade away. It might have been because I was unconscious myself, for I don't remember anything else until I founda myself in bed." "It would indeed," the professor re- marked, "be an interesting circum- stance--an inferesting psychological circumstanee, if I might put it that way--if Craig, the arch-criminal, the man who has seemed to us so utterly devoid of all human feeling, should really have toiled in this manner to set free hig captor." "Interesting or not," Quest ob- served, "I'd like to know whether it was Craig or not. I understand there Were about a dozen unrecognizable bodies found." The nurse, who had left the room for a few minutes, returned with a small package in her hand, which she handed to French. He looked at it in a puzzled manner, "Say, what can that be?" he mut» tered, turning it over, "Addressed to me all' right, but there isn't a soul knows I'm here except you folks. win you open it, Miss Laura?" She took it from him and untied the strings. A little breathless cry es. caped from her lips as she tore open the paper. A small black box was dis- closed. She opened the lid with trem- bling fingers and drew out a scrap of paper. They all leaned over and read together: You have all lost again, Why not give up? You can never win, "THE HANDS." Lenora was perhaps the 'calmest She simply nodded with the meian choly air of satisfaction of one who finds her preconceived ideas con- firmed. "I knew it!" she exclaimed softly. "I knew it at the depot. Craig's time has not come yet. He may be some- where near us, even now." >, glanced uneasily agound the ward. Quest, who had been examin- CHAPTER XXVII, A man sat on the steps of cook wagon BRITISH WHIG. SATURD OX AY, JUNE 26, 1915. See Motion Mictures of This Story at the | ' [ { a -- + "We Ain't Powerful Civilized at This Camp, but You Don't Get Our Cook Til You Show & Warrant." shelter from the burning sun. He held 'before him a newspaper, a cer- tain paragraph of which he was eager- ly devouring. In the distance the mail boy was already disappearing in a cloud of dust. FAMOUS CRIMINOLOGIST IN ALL- GUEZ, Sanford Quest and his assistants, ac- companied by Prof, Lord Ashleigh, ar- rived in Allguez a few days ago to look far John Craig, formerly servant to the scientist. Craig has not heen seen since the accident to the limited, a fortnight ago, and by many is sup posed to have perished in the wreck.' He was in the charge of Inspector French, and was on hfs way to New York to stand his trial for homicide. French was taken to the hospital, suf- fering from concussion of the brain, but is now convalescent. The man read the paragraph twice, Then he set down the paper and looked steadily across the rolling prairie land. There was a queer, bit. ter little smile upon his lips. "So it begins again!" he muttered. There was a cloud of dust in the distance. 'The man rose to his feet, shaded his eyes with his hand and shambled round to the back of the | wagon, where a long table was set out with knives and forMs, hunches of bread and tincups, 'Hé walked a little farther away to the fire, and slowly stirred a pot of stew. The little party of cowboys came thundering up. There was a chorus of shouts and exclama- tions, whistlings and good-natured chaff, as they threw themselves from their horses.. kong Jim stood slowly cracking his whip and looking down the table. "Say, boys, I think he's fixed things up all right," he remarked. "Come on with the grub, cookie." Silently the man filled each dish with the stew and laid it in its place. Then he retired to the background and the cowboys commenced their meal. Long Jim winked at the others as he picked up a biscuit. "Cookie, you're no good," he called out. "The stew's rotten. Here, take this!" He flicked the biscuit, which caught the cook on the side of the head. For a moment the man started. With his hand apon his temple he flashed a' look of hatred towards his assailant. Long Jim laughed carelessly.; "Say, cookie," the latter went on, "where did you get them eyes? Guess we'll have to tame you a bit." The meal was soon over, and Jim strolled across to "where the others were saddling up. He passed his left arm through the reins of his horse and turned onge more to look at Craig. "Say, you mind you do better io night, young fellow. , . Eh!" He stopped short with a cry of pain. The horse had suddeniy started, wrenching at the reigs. Jim's arm hung helpleasly down from the shoul- der, "Gee, he's 'broken it!" he groaned. "Say, this is hen' The cook suddenly pushed his way through the fittle crowd. He took Jim's shoulder firmly in one hand and his arm in the other. The cowboy howled with pain, "Let go my arm!" he shouted, * him boys! He snatched at his gun with his other hand and the cowboys a little. The cook stepped There was no one in sight. Softly, almost stealthily, he crept up to the wagon, fetched out from its wooden case a small violin, sat down with his back to the wheel and began to play. Suddenly thg bow rested motionless. A lookwof tet came into his face. He sprang up. The cowboys were all Stealing from the other side of the wagon. They had arrived and dis mounted without his hearing them. He sprang to his feet and began to stammer apologies. Long Jim's hand was laid firmly upon his shoulders. "Say, cookie, yeu don't need to look sp scared. You ain't done noth- ing wromg.. Me and the boys, we like your music. Sing us another tune on that fiddle!" The cook looked at him for a mo- ment incredulously. Then he real ized that the cowboy was in earnest. He picked up the bow and commenced to play again. They sat areund him, wondering, absolutely absorbed. No One even made a move towards the food. It was Craig who led them there at last himself, still playing. Long Jim threw his arm almost caress- ingly around his shoulder, "Say, cookie," he began, "there ain't never ne questions asked concerning the past history of the men who find their way out here, just so long as they don't play the game yellow. May- be you've fitted up a nice little hell for yourself somewhere, but we ain't none of us hankering to know the address. You're white and you're one of us and any time any guy wants to charge you remt for the little hell where you got the furniture of your conscience stored, why, you just let us settle with him, that's all." The interruption which came was from outside, "Mare of these d--d tourists," Long Jim muttered. "Women, too!" Craig turned his head slowly. Quest was in. the act of dismounting from his horse. By his side was the pro- fessor; just behind, Lenora and Laura, Long Jim greeted them with rough cordiality, "Say, what are you folks looking for?" he demanded. Quest pointed to Craig. "We want that man," fie announced. "This is Inspector French from New York. 1 am Sanford Quest.' There was a tense silence, covered his face with his hands, then suddenly looked yp. "lI won't come," he cried fiercely. "You've houhded me all around the world. jam innocent. I won't come." Quest shrugged nis shoulders. He took a step forward, but Long Jum, as though by accident, sauntered in the way, "Got a warrant? he asked tersely. "We don't need it," Quest replied. "He's our man, right enough." "Right this minute he's our cook" drawled Long Jim, "and we aint £X+ actly particular about going hungry Just to please a bunch of strangers. Cut it short, mister. If you ain't got & warrant, you ain't got th "All right," -- ¢ Spector here and I .800n see to that. We'll ride back to the town- ship. With your permission, the ladies and our elderly friend will remain for "You're welcome to anything we've got Shot our. cook." Jim replied, turning away. . : " Darkness came early and the Nttle company grew closer and closer to the if g¥ IDEAL Theatre, Monday and Tuesday Cross? That other cross is the camp." She pointed away southwards. . i= ' 'That's the line, she continued. "Laura, where's the professor?' "1 don't know," Laura replied "He rade off some time ago; and he was go ng to meet Mr. Quest.' "If only he were here!" Lenora mut- tered. "1 feal sure Cralz meats to escape, There he goes." They saw him ride off into the dark- ness. Lenora ran to where her horse was tethered. "Im after him," she an- bounced. "Listen, Laura. If they ar rive soon, send them after me." She galloped off while Laura was still undecided. ,Almest at that mo- ment she heard from behind the wel- tome sound of horses' feet in the oppo- site direction and Quest galloped up. Laura laid her band upon his rein. "Don't get off," Laura continued Quickly. "Craig has escaped, riding towazds the Mexican frontier, Lenora is following him. He's gone in that direction." she added pointing. "When you come to the river you'll have to hunt for the bridge." Quest frowned as he gathered up his reins, "I was afraid they'd try something of the sort," he muttered. "Tel the others where I've gone, Laura." He galloped off into the" darkness. Behind, there were some growls from the little group of cowboys, none of whom, however, attempted to inter fere with him. Long Jim stood and gazed sullenly southwards. fe That's where the bridge is ° "Cookie'll make the bridge all yight* he remarked. "If the girl catche him, she can't do anything. And that guy'll never make it." Whoop! Here comes the rest of them." The inspector, with the two depu- ties, rode suddenly into the camp. The inspectqr paused to speak to Laura. Long Jim's eyes sparkled as he saw them approach "It's old Harris and fat Andy,' he whispered. "We'll have some fun with them." The older of the two deputies ap- proached them, frowning. "Been at your games again, Long Jim?" he began.' "I hear you declined to hand over a criminal who'd been sheltering on your ranch? Youll get into trouble before you've finished." "Got the warrant?" Jim asked. The deputy produced it. Long Jim looked at it curiously and handed it back. "Guess the only thing you want, then, is the man." "Better produce him quickly," the deputy advised. Jim turned away, "Can't do it. He's beat it." PAGE FIFTEEN HER DREAMS DREAMS ~~ GAME TRUE Life Unbearable from Indi _Health Resto NUE MELLE. C. GAUDREAU Rochon. 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"Let him go?" Jim repeated. "I ain't got no right to keep him. He took the job on a moment's notice and he left at a moment's notice. There's Some of your party after him, all right." * . . . * . . The hunted man turned round with a little gasp. Before him was the rude mountain bridge, and on the other side--freedom. Scarcely a doz- en lengths away was Lenora, and close. bebind her came Quest He slackened speed as he walked his hoarse cautiously on to the planked bridge. Suddenly he gave a little ery. The frail structure, unexpectedly in- Secure, seemed to sway beneath his weight. Lenora, who was riding fast, Was unable to stop herself. She came On to the bridge at a half canter. Cralg, who nad reaghed the other Craig | side in safefy, threw up his hands, "Look out!" he cried. "My God!" The bridge suddenly collapsed as though st had been made of paper. Lenora, grasping her horse, was thrown info the stream. 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