Marsh did not move.
"I said, put up your hands," repeated the voice.
"They are up," replied Marsh, counting on the darkness.
"Don"t kid me!" The speaker suddenly, flashed an electric pocket lamp on Marsh. By its gleam Marsh saw the sparkle of a revolver and wisely put his hands over his head.
The man was standing in front of thick shrubbery. At this moment, Marsh saw, by the dim glow of the pocket lamp, two hands slip from the shrubbery and close about the man"s throat. The lamp and the revolver fell to the ground as the man instinctively raised his own hands to break the hold. But in the darkness Marsh heard his body drop with a wheezing sigh.
CHAPTER XXI
THE CHIMNEY THAT WOULDN"T DRAW
Marsh stood for a moment in puzzled thought. Then he heard a cheerful voice say, "Aye bane got him all right," and he recognized his rescuer.
"Hold him for a minute," ordered Marsh, and he leaped over the pine to the car, returning immediately with one of the robes. With Nels"
a.s.sistance Marsh wound the robe about the upper part of the man"s body, fastening his arms to his side as effectively as if he had been placed in a straightjacket. Then he took the man"s belt and secured his feet in the same way he had tied up those of the other man. Marsh next took the men"s handkerchiefs and two of his own.
Stuffing one into each man"s mouth, and tying another around his head, Marsh effectually gagged them into silence.
"Now," he said to Nels, "we"ll lay these two fellows out of sight in the underbrush."
When this was accomplished he instructed Nels to follow him, and they cautiously approached the house. As they crossed the lawn, Marsh heard rapid footsteps ahead, followed by the opening of the house door. He immediately dashed in pursuit. In the hall he paused to listen for sounds that would indicate the direction the man had taken. He heard the clicking of a telephone receiver hook and a voice calling, "h.e.l.lo! h.e.l.lo!" Leaping through an arched and curtained doorway at his left, Marsh discovered a dim light in a connecting room, and darted to the doorway, drawing his automatic and transferring it to his right hand as he ran. He found himself in the library of the house, and in one corner he saw the driver of the car with a telephone in his hands.
"Drop that phone!" called Marsh, leveling his automatic.
Ignoring Marsh"s command, the man hastily gave a number to the operator. It was quite clear what was happening. This man, returning from his fruitless quest at the station, had witnessed the capture of his companions. He was now endeavoring to warn some person; probably the princ.i.p.al, who was the man Marsh particularly wanted.
There was no time for argument, so Marsh fired.
The man dropped the telephone and stumbled forward in a heap on the floor. Marsh dashed across the room and replaced the receiver on its hook, hoping that the connection had not been made in time for the man at the other end of the wire to hear the shot. Though the man had fallen, Marsh knew that he had nothing worse than a flesh wound in the arm, because he was sure of his aim. He tied the man"s hand with a handkerchief, and his feet with his belt, and left him on the floor. Turning quickly to Nels, who had followed him into the room, and now stood watching, he handed the Swede the captured automatic, saying, "Do you know how to use it?"
"Ya, Aye know;" was the smiling reply.
"All right," said Marsh. "I"m going to search the house. Follow me and keep your eyes open." Marsh hurried back through the front room to the hall, with the Swede at his heels, and he heard the man murmuring, as he went, "You bane fine man."
As they climbed the stairs, feeling their way in the dark, they heard a distant hammering. It came from the back of the house, and Marsh and Nels speeded down the hall. The hammering ceased as they approached the door at the end of the hall. A thin strip of light showed beneath it and Marsh heard familiar voices.
"I tell you somebody"s come after us," said one.
"Oh, h.e.l.l! The man said n.o.body could hear a foghorn here," replied the other. "What"s the use?"
Marsh found the key in the lock, and turning it, threw the door open. There stood Morgan and Tierney in the wreckage of what had once manifestly been a beautifully furnished bedroom. A black opening, through which a strong draft came when the door was opened, showed where once had been a shuttered window. The remains of chairs littered the floor, parts of the bed were scattered around the room, and in the center of the floor was a pile of felt that had once been the stuffing for the mattress.
"My G.o.d!" cried Marsh, "what has happened?"
The two men"s faces lighted up at sight of him, and Tierney shouted, "What did I tell you, Morgan? I knew that guy would find us."
"He bane fine man," added a voice from the doorway.
"h.e.l.lo Svenska!" bellowed Tierney. "Who are you?"
Nels grinned as Marsh explained who he was.
"How did you get in? Where"s the gang?" rapidly questioned Morgan.
"One wounded and tied downstairs, and two safely tied up by the gate," explained Marsh. "One of the two out there is your man Wagner. Now tell me how you got here."
Morgan gave him a brief outline of their adventures.
"But how did the room get in this state?" questioned Marsh.
"Well, you know Tierney," replied Morgan, with a laugh. "He"s a mighty restless individual when you try to shut him up. He demolished all the chairs on the door. We found the window frame and the shutters had been screwed tight to keep us in, so Tierney took the bed apart and used the sides to clean out the whole business.
When we discovered it was too far to drop from the window, we tried to make a rope with the ticking of the mattress, but when we tested it, the stuff proved to be too rotten to hold us."
"And the worst of it is," added Morgan, "it was cold enough in here before Tierney broke out the window. Since then we"ve been freezing.
If there"s a fire in the house, lead us to it."
"I don"t think there is," replied Marsh. "Now that you speak of it, I noticed a damp chill in the place the minute I came in. Nels," he added, turning to the Swede; "you"re a good fellow. I saw a big, open fireplace in the library. Build a wood fire there and we"ll warm my friends up."
Nels nodded and started off.
"We haven"t any time to lose," announced Marsh, turning back to Morgan. "I expect to find my final evidence in this house, and we"ve got to get back to town pretty soon. You fellows can warm up a bit and then we"ll start a systematic search from the garret to the cellar."
All three then went down to the library where Nels was building the fire. Tierney loudly voiced his approval as the red and yellow flames began to creep over the wood. A minute later, however, he was choking and swearing as the acrid wood smoke rolled out into the room instead of up the chimney.
"Aye fix him," explained Nels. "Chimney cover to keep out draft, mebbe." He hurried out of the room.
A few minutes later he returned with a white face and staring eyes.
"You come," he half-whispered, from the doorway. "Aye see somet"ing."
"What is it?" questioned Marsh.
"Aye don"t know--Aye only tenk--come quick!"
"Go ahead," said Marsh, "we"ll follow," and with Nels leading the way they all climbed the stairs. Nels had turned on the electric lights in the halls. They could now see their way clearly as he guided them to the attic and across it to an open window which opened on a wide gutter. They crawled out after him and worked their way along a short distance to the big, old fashioned, outside stone chimney from the library fireplace.
"Yust put your hand in--so," directed Nels, making a motion with his arm.
Marsh reached up and followed the suggestion. Just below the top of the chimney his fingers came into contact with a human head.
"My G.o.d!" he cried. "Here"s our man."
"Holy Saints!" gasped Tierney.