THE SCARLET TERROR

Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 102, 26 October 1929, Page 20

THE SCARLET TERROR

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■VI. Bill's hair began to stand on end as he gazed at the weird skull noming nearer and nearer towards him. Suddenly it stopped abruptlv md vanished.. "Gee! it must have seen me!" Bill gaped and switched on the '"reh. Ihe beams picked out a red figure hurrying round a bend in the ;pcret nassage. ."The 'Scarlet Terror,"' hissed Bill between clenched teeth, and nade to run after him; but he hesitated as he thought of Peter. He ui-ned the torch round and the. light shone into a small room. He saw • bound and sagged figure lying in a corner, which he guessed to be the ■irm or his chum. "Peter-me-lad," cried Bill. Quickly he releaied Peter and walked him about the room, to restore the blood in his veins. They sat down and Peter told his story in brief. "I went into the library room,", began Peter, "and crossed over to he bookcase. I he ? rd a click and a creak behind me. Then suddenly a handkerchief, soaked in chloroform, was clamped over my nose. I struggled and—-and then lost consciousness until a few minutes a<ro. I sawthe Scarlet Terror' put on the skull, which was painted with red luminous pamt, but it was useless to warn vou. because I was we<\ " •But what is the 'Scarlet Terror doing in my uncle's manor? Is he W Sf f rr nt,/ 00t"an'_Wai^ r ' or guest? But we'" see- Patience is a virtue. Watch and wait and we'll get our man." h, lf SiT g P*uete' «** stiffly to his feet, and started up the slope; but suddenly Bill gripped his arm. v i,odrW°! C' the! 'Scarlet Terr? r' aSain! After him!" he whispered, nodding towards a corner where a dark form could be seen dimlv outlined against the lighter background. 7 Righto, Bill, after him!" yelled Peter, and both rushed after the now^ retreating figure. Bill clutched at his mask, but could no. get TcrroW'WinaV d\' Cked 'f d r? n '°?' ,W Peter Srabbed *** "Scarlet leirois legs, which nearly tripped that worthy up. Peter scrambled up and hit out at the masked features, followed by a sharp cry of pain I hen_ he criminal seemed to vanish, as though in thin air Ihe boys hunted high and low for him. but to no avail. After an hours searching, the pajs gave the problem up. Wearily they tramped up the stairs and were soon confronted by a solid oak wall Gee! we can t get out!" came the startling words from Bill He tugged, pushed, pulled, but in vain. They were trapped. (To be continued.)