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Show The secret of.v the submarine , Jf MAlejcandGtJPoivell y Author of "The End of the Trail' CT "Fighting in Flanders' " The Road to Glory" &3 " Vive la France' eta Y ' Py-V Novelized from the Motion Picture Play of the Same Name By the Yy American Film Manufacturing Company, I dryrUbt, 19J4, by E. AUinkr PowtT. SYNOPSIS. ' I-ieut. Jar vis Hope reports findings on tlie invention of Dr. Ralph Burke. On the trial trip of the inventor's bout, a Japanese Japa-nese helper is surprised in the aet of examining ex-amining the mechanism. Attempt to hurerlarize l.Iurke's lahorator fails; later his daughter Cleo funis him murdered in his bedroom. Cleo sells her father's books; she finds a note from which she learns they contain secret formula. Qlra 1 van-off van-off and Gerald Morion, spies in search of formula, a tl erupt to capture Cleo. Hope rushes to her aid. Hnpe and Cleo escape and attend hall at Mrs. Delmar's. vhose nephew has two missing books. Mahlin, a spy, attempts to steal books. Hope and Cleo take boat for an island. After a violent storm Hope and Cleo arrive ar-rive on stranpe island and discover man they hunt is there. Mahlin and Japanese also reach the - island. Hope - and Cleo manage to reach Sandsboro, where Doctor Doc-tor Owen has one'of the books. Cleo is captured and taken to cabin in the mountains. moun-tains. She finds there book for which they search. Hope, with Hook, starts to rescue. As he crosses chasm in swinging- basket Mahlin steals up and chops at cable with an ax. , He reaches the other oth-er side arid is greeted by Cleo; she swears her love to him. They, are followed by Mahlin and Jap who attempt to kidnap Cleo. Olga and Morton are dashed to earth in an aeroplane. Hope and Cleo are pulled from quicksands bv Hook and a prapevine. Mahlin and Satsuma are called before the Black Council. Hope receives a letter demanding- his marriase to a girl who claims he compromised her. He is forced, to- comply bv Cleo. Accidentia' Acci-dentia' he learns that It is a plot to rope him In. He fs later summoned to Washington. Wash-ington. Morton and Olsa are cared for by a rancher who warns them against Carrillo the bandit. They venture too far from the ranch and are captured bv the outlaws. Carrillo offers- Morton his freedom free-dom for ransom. Olsra finds one of the books in the cabin. She kills Carillo and escapes, but Morton takes the book from her and flees. Hope learns that Cleo is the daughter and heir of Calvin Montgomery, Mont-gomery, Gerald Morton's uncle. He finis her In Sacramento. Olsra traces Morton to his room where she confronts him. An attempt- to ki!l him ends in her death fit his hands. Cleo is kidnaped from the hotel, while Hope is away. FIFTEENTH INSTALLMENT "I am Miss Burke." said Cleo, addressing ad-dressing the driver of the closed tax-icab tax-icab which she found standing at the curb in front of her hotel. "Is this the car Lieutenant Hope sent for me?" "Y'es'm," replied the man, a short, thickset follow, whose features were effectually concealed by the upturned collar of his coat, a pair of goggles and a visored cap which was pulled down over his face. "He said I was to drive you to the Cliff house and he'd meet you there." The most direct route to the. Cliff house leads through Golden Gate park. Instead of keeping to the main thoroughfare, thor-oughfare, however, the driver, when well into the park, turned down one of the innumerable branch drives, which, owing to the greater intervals between its lamps, was comparatively dark, and brought his vehicle to an abrupt halt in the dense shadow of an immense livooak. The car had barely stopped before the door was flung open, a man sprang inside, a revolver was pushed into Cleo's face and a hoarse voice warned her. "Not a sound, Miss Burke, if you value your life." Almost simultaneously the driver threw open the other door, and in an instant the terrified girl was securely se-curely houiid and gagged. The man with the revolver took the Seat beside her and drew down the curtains and so deftly and methodically had the conspirators done their work, within scarcely more time than it has taken to tell It, the car was speeding in' the direction whence it came. When t he car finally stopped, the maD beside her threw open the door, and, aided, by the driver, removed the gag and untied the cords with which she was hound, but the circu- t ' I ! . , - . ! t 1 Gathered Her Into His Arms. In inn had been .checked " long Hint v her I i 1 1 1 1 1 m refused lo support Iht and lii-r eaplors had lo iismsI. le-r lo the ground. There was no moon, bill by (lie faint light, of Hie stars she made out. that I ley had slopped In the i -liailow- of a low, windov. less building. ... id'-nll.v a flop 1 . ,. of some soi l, l n,e ,-,,. of a loir: and dl .n-.ed pl. r. 'I I, i run .1 .' be had time lo see bi-(-,,,,. ,,. i-i pi ol I, llilloei; i llg I he door ,, ,ed he.' ,0 ide. Th- l'.l,e I g 1 , I of ,,e 1., 1 , I - III -'.e;,e, he e . i I , (Tle , (., i ol ,M. b!oi and Si' mi.:.. ; It was Mahlin who broke the silence. "We have brought you here in order or-der to ask you some questions, Miss Burke." "What what is it that you want to know?" she asked, her voice trembling in spite of her effort to control it.' "1 want to know," he said, advancing advanc-ing until his. face was v, Itlnn a .few inches ot her and fixing her with his steely eyes, "what you have done with the book ou metallurgy?" "I ... 1 don't know what you mean," she stammered. ' "Yes. you do," snarled Mahlin. "You know the book 1 mean the one that doctor hauded you iu the restaurant at Sandsboro, before the earthquake." "Oh. that book," said Cleo, obviously obvious-ly surprised. "But there was nothing in it no formula," I mean. "No matter about the formula," said Mahlin roughly. "Where is the book now? Who has it?" "1 suppose Lieutenant llope has it," she answered. "At least he brought it back with him from Sandsboro, though I haven't seen it since." "Are you telling me the truth?" demanded de-manded Mahlin, seizing her by' the shoulder and staring at her so closely that she quailed. "Of course, I'm telling you the truth," she asserted with spirit. "I am going to find out if yoil are," he answered moving toward the door. "God help you if you have lied to me, young woman. If you have you'll wish that you had never been born." "Come along. Satsuma," he called to the Japanese. "We must be getting get-ting back to town." When Hope, returning to the hotel with Johnstone, learned from the clerk that Cleo had left an hour before, so frantic was the young oilieer with anxiety and grief that for a time the lawyer feared for bis sanity. Bitterly Hope reproached himself. But, despite his grief, he neglected nothing which might lead to Cleo's rescue. He promptly communicated with the police and within an hour a score of plain-clothes meu were scouring scour-ing the city. "We're doing everything in our power, pow-er, Mr. Hope," the chief of police assured as-sured him. "I have fifty men working work-ing on the case now, but it looks to me like a clean get-away." As Hope was leaving police headquarters headquar-ters a patrol wagon backed up to the curb and out of it scrambled two policemen po-licemen escorting a tall and fashionably fash-ionably dressed young man un whose wrists glittered handcuffs. As the glare of the urn light in front of the station struck the prisoner's face, Hope stopped dead in amazement. "Great heavens:" he exclaimed; "it's Gerald Morton." Following Morton and his guards into in-to the station, Hope heeiconnl to the inspector who was on duly "What is he charged with?" he asked, indicating Morton. "Murder," the inspector answered laconically. "Stabbed a woman." "J o you know who she was?" asked Hope. "She claimed to be a Bus. dan countess," count-ess," was the answer. "Her name was TvanolT Olga I vain iff." "Is there any objection to my having hav-ing a word with hi:n?" asked Hope. "Not in the least," said the inspector, inspec-tor, and ordered a patrolman to bring (he prisoner into his olliee. "Hello, lieutenant." remarked Mor-. ton, nonchalantly as. still handcuffed, he was led Into the room. "I didn't expect to meet you here." "Morton," said Hope, looking the othei In the eye "Miss Burke was kidnaped this evening I understand from the police that you could not have been coii'-onied in It . . . but do you know who Is? I won't pretend that I'm sorry for you. Morion, for I'm not, but If you can give me any Information that will help nn find her, I'll do what J can to help you." "1 don't know anything about It, Hope," said Morion: "not Ibis time. I give you my word 1 don't. If J could help you find her. I would. Not for vour sake, mind." he added bitterly, "but for hers. She's a mighty game liltb? girl. I'm sorry i can't help you." Hope turned away disconsolately, but the other called him back. "Are you slill looking for the secret, of the submarine?" he asked, lowering his voice so that the police could not Ilea r. "Yes," said Hope listlessly, "I amor am-or was until Cleo disappeared." "Iiid you keep thai book on metallurgy metal-lurgy the one that Olga and 1 Hied lo get away from lioctor Owen in the restaurant. In Sandsboro?" "Yes, It's among my things somewhere." some-where." Morton leaned forward until Ids lips were close to Hope's car. "Turn lo pag" nixlyone and read every seventh word." he whispered. "If you filial Cleo," he continued In a louder Ion.-, "tell lo r Dial. I told yoil tliis s i n to mal.e up, in mueli a : I ran for Hie u.iy I treated her. The vrrrl , oli't be of lunch II .e to me III l, e ,!,. I 111 g'.i.l ," lllld he l.'illglied le ly !.:; lie j I toe v.r!iliig of lien and u li", b .' back In hi l cell. ' That was the last Hope saw of Gerald Morton. Three months later he paid for his crime on the gallows at San Quentin. ' ' ' It was long after midnight when I Hope returned to his hotel, but, not-. not-. withstanding the lateness of the hour and his utter weariness, he ransacked his trunks until he unearthed the work ou metallurgy, which Fitzmaurice had given him as a memento of the dramatic dra-matic episode iu the Sandsboro restaurant. res-taurant. Drawing his chair up to the light he opened the well-worn volume at page sixty-one, which contained, he found, a portion of the chapter entitled en-titled "Carboniferous Deposits." The seventh word on the page was. Hope found, "examine," which seemed promising. Again he counted seven and was rewarded with the word "cover.," which' apparently failed to make sense, but the next word in order or-der was "of," which again raised his hopes, and in wild excitement he completed the hidden sentence, which read : ''Examine cover of this book." Inserting the ' blade of his pocket : knife into the edge of the lining, he ; carefully worked it back and forth until it curled back. As it did so Hope gave a little exclamation of satisfaction, sat-isfaction, for,-sandwiched between the lining and the cover itself, was a small square of tissue paper.. Drawing .it out, he read in Doctor Burke's handwriting: hand-writing: "The formula of my submarine sub-marine invention will be found in' a secret drawer under the glass tank of my working model. It. B." Hope felt that the mystery now was as good as solved. The key was in his hands. Mentally and physically exhausted, he .threw himself upon the bed, and despite the fears and anxieties anxie-ties that assailed him, was almost instantly in-stantly asleep. . So soundly, did he Sleep, indeed, that It was nearly noort when he was -awakened by someone pounding at his door. It proved to be a bellboy with a special delivery letter. let-ter. "If you wish to . see. Miss Burke alive," it ran, "come to 11121 Panuco street at nine o'clock this evening, bringing with- you the work on metallurgy metal-lurgy which formerly belonged to Doctor Doc-tor Burke. The door will be "Unlocked. Enter without ringing, ascend three flights of -stairs and give four-short raps on the door at the left. If you communicate with the police or bring , anyone with you, it will result In Miss Burke's death. The 'only way "1 intend to keep the book until yon release Miss Burke. I don't have to trust you and I'm not going to." "If you don't hand over the book I'll take it," snarled Mahlin, and raised his hand as though giving a signal. Hope, who had come prepared for treachery, whirled about with the quickness of thought. Nor was he an instant too soon, for, not a pace away, was Satsuma, in his upraised hand a knife. Hope launched an uppercut which caught the Japanese squarely on the point of the jaw. His legs struck the low window-sill, and, too dazed to save himself, he plunged outward out-ward and downward to the stone-paved stone-paved court, four stories below. So quickly did it occur that before Mahlin fully realized what had happened, Hope was again facing him and he was looking into the muzzle of the otlicer's weapon. "Hands up," ordered Hope curtly, and Mahlin, recognizing the futility of resistance, sullenly obeyed. "I hm pressed for time," said nope, taking out his watch, "so I can only give . yon three minutes in which to decide whether you are going to tell :me where Miss Burke is." "Will you let me go if I tell you where the girl is?" asked Mahlin. visibly weakening. "Will you give me your word not to turn me over to the police?" "If Miss Burke is unharmed I shall not mention your name to the police . but if you've injured a hair of her head I'll send you to San Quentin for life." "Yon hold the winning hand." growled Mahlin. capitulating. "Do you know where Sulsun bay is?" "Yes." "On the south shore, about half way between Martinez and Cornwall, there's an ahandoned pier. At the end of it there's an old storehouse. She's in there." Picking his way down the. stairs In the darkness. Hope gave a sigh of relief as the door of the empty house closed behind him and he found himself him-self in the open air again. Hastening to the nearest drug store he telephoned for a touring car. and stopped at the hotel to pick up Hook. It lacked only a few minutes to midnight mid-night when the. driver brought his car to a stop at the shore-end of the ramshackle ram-shackle pier, which Mahlin had described. de-scribed. At the far end Hope described a low, dark.mass evidently the abandoned aban-doned storehouse in which Cleo was 5 f n - - - - - ," i . . ' v . I! ilWh j I t ? ; : -!: .' ., -v : '. -n 5 I ij " I P .' -i : o- . :V" i . 1 -v i ; i ; , i t , V- 1 ' j 'V f ? .... . , ' if' .:'.'-:':, ' ;" , . ' ! - V . ' ' - ' " ' .:: - x N Every Bone in His Body Broken. you can save her Is "to follow these direct ions to I lie lei tel." ' . . No neighborhood In San Francisco litis a more evil reputation -than l'anii-co l'anii-co street. No. 111 Hope found was a narrow, four-story building which, in days long passed, had evidently boon a residence of considerable pretension pre-tension but which had now fallen Into a sad stall of neglect and disrepair. As Hope ascended the steps, there came, from an areaway across the street, a shrill whistle, twice rcirvat-ed. rcirvat-ed. The kidnapers were on the watch and the two whistles were a signal to those within the house that he was unaccompanied. Swinging open Ihe door, Hope found himself In such Inky blackness that he had to strike a match jn order lo lind the stairway. Lighting his way Willi matches, Hope cautiously ascended three flights of stairs and gave four brisk raps on Ihe door on the left, which inslanlly swung open. In the doorway, his face lighted by (be lamp that he held above bis head, was Mahlin. "Ila," said llope, recognizing his former antagonist, "I rather suspected suspect-ed it was you 1 had to deal with. Where's your Jap side-pa liner?" "Just behind you," replied Mahlin, and Hope, listening, heard on the slairs the fool falls of a person stealthily stealth-ily ascending. A moment later Satsuma Satsu-ma Jollied them, "Now," said Mahlin brusquely, when Satsuma had closed the door, "We've no lime (o waste, so lei's get down lo business. Did you bring the book?" "Yes," replied Hope. "( bind- let's See II." "Not quite so fast, my friend," replied re-plied Hie Oeicer. "You don't get (he book until Miss Burke has bceu re-leas."!." re-leas."!." . I'.ui'Ne will be released as y v.ni l.i;a ; over t';e book," de-elm- d ,; -i : i : i u. ", v.nnr." "'i ."i I. i . n't liny." siieeivil llope. Confined. Toward this Hope and Hook hurried eagerly, the ancient timbers of the pier complaining noisily beneath their feet. Inserting In the "padlock the key he had obtained from Mahlin, Hope pushed open the door. "Cleo." he called anxiously. "Cleo. Are you there? It's Hope." But to his summons there was no answer. Cleo was gone. Suddenly Monk, who was advancing slowly with the match sheltered In his cupped palm, gave an exclamation and slopped dead. Had he taken another step he. would have plunged through an open .trapdoor In the Moor of the store-"houie store-"houie Into the waters of the bay, which gurgled and lapped (he timbers of the pier only a few feet below. That someone had recently gone through that trap door was all too evident, for on the floor beside It, as though tossed (here hastily, lay a wfln-nn's wfln-nn's hat. a pair of high-heeled satin slippers, and an evening coat. Hope recognized (hem Instantly. "Conic." he said nt last, pulling himself him-self (ogelher. "We've no time lo lose, lie may have escaped already." "Where we gold' now, loolenant?" asked Hook. "Back to town." was (he curl response, re-sponse, "lo get that hell hound Mahlin. He'll tell me what he's done with her or I'll kill him by Inches." Dawn was breaking when' (he car again swung Into l'annoo street. Hope saw, with a shock, that an ambulance was hacked up lo the curb In front of No. 1I'J1 and (hat around It stood nev-eral nev-eral policemen and a small group of curious spectators. "What's the mailer, oilier: 7" he asked, leaping from the car and accosting ac-costing one of the policemen. "Murder, sir." he said civilly. "I iiis passing the end of Ibis street a few minutes ir:o when I beard a shot. A tiioinenl later a man caine out of this house and ran down the slieel., I (..ok a fid" him. bill he got n" ay I from me. Then 1 hunied back here. ! - - i ' , i ? ' , i if" ' - v " . ."if v 1 J 1 : - - i ; ' ' 3 :r', zt'W - ., if- J '' - & - 4 - - I 4 I "Where Is the Book Now?" - It was dark downstairs, but there was a light on the top floor. The door of the room at the head of the stairs was open and n man was lying on the floor. He'd been shot through the heart." "What did he look like?" asked Hope, though he knew what the answer an-swer would be. "A tall, thin fellow," replied the po-. llceman. "He looked like a foreigner. But they're bringing him out now you can see him for yourself." The dead man was Mahlin murdered, mur-dered, no doubt, in a quarrel with one of his associates in crime. "This is a queer case," said another man, evidently a detective, who had Just come out of the house, addressing the policeman with whom Hope had been talking. "I just found another dead man lying In the court, a Jap, I fancy. He must have fallen from the window of the room where yovt found the other fellow, for every hone in his body Is broken. He's still holding hold-ing a knife in his hand." A month passed. Tfi find Cleo if, Indeed, she were still alive Hope left no stone unturned. Aged and saddened by grief, he, nt last reluctantly ahandoned the search as hopeless, and turned his attention at-tention once more to the submarine Invention. Following the directions given on the paper in the cover of the book, he had no difficulty in locating (he secret drawer which the old inventor inven-tor had so Ingeniously constructed beneath be-neath the brass tank of his working model. And In the drawer, in an oilskin oil-skin envelope, was the formula. Acting Act-ing under Instructions from Washington. Washing-ton. Hope had a new model constructed construct-ed anil Installed in a modern, sea-going submarine which the government placed at his disposal for the purpose, and. a month after Cleo's disappearance, disappear-ance, the submersible, having on board a commission of naval officers, left its moorings at the Mara Island yard to submit Doctor Burke's invention to a final test. On the same morning that the submersible sub-mersible was starting on its trial trip. Hook was strolling aimlessly along the water front of San Francisco. As he paused Irresolutely at the entrance to his favorite saloon, an acquaintance, a former shipmate, who. upun leaving the navy had turned boatman, hailed lilm. "You're just the man I wanted to see." he called. "I've got some news that may Interest you." "What kind o' news?" Inquired Hook. "'Bout that girl Montgomery, her name wuz, wuzn't it? that disappeared disap-peared a while back. But It's only a rumor, mind you, and like as not there's nothln' In It." "Yes yes." exclaimed nook anxiously; anxious-ly; "go on." "Yestldday," said the boatman, "I wuz over to Tgnaclo, on the north shore of San Pablo bay. While I was hnngln' round the wharf, wait In' for my party, I hecrd one o' the fishermen yarnln' 'bout a girl that's stayln' with a Greek fisherman and his wife down the shore a piece. This feller that was tellln' the story says he stopped at (he Crook's place to buy some bait or somcthipg and he seed this girl. He said he reckoned she'd been mighty sick, she Was so white and peaked lookln', but that she must've been n humdinger for looks when she was well. He tried to ask the Greek Vlasto his name Is 'bout her. but he don't understand much English. When ho said she was a good looker and hail awful light-colored hair. It kind o' reminded re-minded mi' ' the description o" (he Montgomery girl." "'Taln'f likely." said Hook pessimistically. pessimis-tically. "Ignaclo must be all o' thirty miles from Ihe place where Miss Cleo disappeared." "SI 111," persisted the other, "she mlght've been picked up by a fisherman." fisher-man." "Waal." assented Hook. "It won't do no harm to run over to Ignaclo and see this fellow Yla-. We could get there lii your boat in n couple of hours, coiibln'l we?" "Sin " said (he other, "and remember. remem-ber. I look, thai If It turns out to be Ihe i:lrt. 1 (Voir In ou the reward." i Upon reaching Ignacio, Hook ascertained, ascer-tained, after considerable questioning, question-ing, that there was indeed a Greek fisherman named Vlasto who lived ' with his wife in a small shack on the ; beach, several miles from the town. Landing at the rickety little wharf and . crossing the strip of sandy beach on ... . which nets were drying,, he. approached -the miserable dwelling. . The. tiny, doorstep was shaded by vines, and seared under them was a girl. A pale and pitifully wasted girl, but at sight -of her Hook gave a shout of joy. It was Cleo. For a moment she stared : at him as though he . had . been a . . stranger; then the light of recognition .; showed in her great, tired eyes, and, , -with a sob of relief and happiness she " -1 threw both arms around his neck, like " a child who has been lost and found. ... By dint of careful questioning he was able to gradually piece together the strange story of her disappearance. disappear-ance. For twenty-four hours after Mahlin's deparrure she had waited, without food or water, for his return. At last the darkness, thirst and hun-. ger had their effect on nerves already overstrained; her habitual coolness deserted de-serted her and she gave Way to the hysteria of blind, unreasoning fear. During the long hours of her impris-. . onment she had discovered in the floor .-of .-of the storehouse a trapdoor, which had evidently been overlooked by -Mahlin, and this she raised, intending to use it as a last resort. At last, when her highly strung nerves were at the breaking point, she heard a motor car stop at the end of the wharf and the sound of men rapidly approaching. Never pausing to think that they might be frieuds instead of enemies, and terrified at the thought that Mahlin was returning to carry out his unspoken threat, she hurriedly threw off her coat and hat, kicked off her slippers, and, lowering herself silently si-lently through the trap-door into the water, struck off in the darkness in what she supposed to he the direction of the shore. But she lost her bearings, bear-ings, her strength failed her. and, with a cry for help, she lost consciousness. When, after many days, she returned to n realization of things, she was in bed. evidently in a fisherman's hut, tended by an old Greek fisherman and his wife. The shock of her abduction, her fear of Mahlin and Satsuma. and her narrow escape from death by drowning, had resulted in a loug and alarming nervous breakdown, from which she was gradually recovering. . ' The otlleial trial of Doctor Burke's invention had surpassed Hope's great- " est expectations. It had done every-' thing that he had claimed for it aud more. And now, with the submarine running run-ning awash as it sped back to Mare island, Hope stood on the deck beside the conning tower, stariug out across the waters of the bay, turned momentarily momen-tarily crimson by the setting sun. The secret of the submarine had boon found at last. It had proved an unqualified un-qualified success. The acceptance by the government was virtually assured. He had accomplished his mission and would doubtless receive commendation and promotion. But of what avail was It all now ? With Cleo gone his success suc-cess was not worth having. Tears blinded him at the thought of how, . had she been alive, they would have rejoiced together. So engrossed was lie In his melancholy melan-choly thoughts that he failed to observe ob-serve (he dingy power boat which ran alongside as the submarine slowed down to approach Its moorings. Standing Stand-ing In the stern was Hook, waving his hat delightedly. He had evidently come out to offer congratulations. But. as (he fishing boat came closer, he slopped aside and the young officer, offi-cer, looking down with staring. Incredulous In-credulous eyes, saw, sealed in the stem amid a pile of pillows, a girl, white and fragile as a llower. who smiled up n( him happily. For a moment mo-ment he continued to stare as (heui:h bis eyes deceived him. Then. lth H great cry of love and happiness, he sprang to (he deck of (he fishing bent . and gathered her Into his imns. Till-: END. |