PAGE TWO mpmAtfmmFr ,* CHAPTER 5» . BUT EVEN as Turner uttered the words he knew that he wrestled with a power against which be could never prevail. Out of his own heart came the word ot command, and be had no choke but to obey. He spoke to" Joe Penny brtelly. peremptorily. "You go and get brandy I We shall want it, l’U find the rope." He broke free from Ills stiff Inertia and dasned. across to the shed. He found a coll of rope in a corner and slung it on his arm. Then he raced out again, meeting Joe Penny- as he emerged from the bar. "You say there are three fellows up there?" he questioned. "Yes. sir, Jim Walls and his two lads. He’s got a bad leg, but his arms are all right. He can heave on a rope. And the boys—they’re young, but they can pull too. And I’m pretty hefty—only Pve got no head left for them cliff Jobs. I’m nearly 70. you know, sir,” said Joe apologetically. Tiggie nodded, and they swung Into the path that led most directly to the cliffs of Slimby Point. "Water high. I suppose?” he said. "Oh yes. sir. Tide won't be down tor another three hours, and you can’t take a boat among them rocks, not to get really near 'em. I’ll ring up the coastguard at Coombe if you can’t do It. sir. but it’ll take 'em a long while to get here.” Joe Penny glanced at his companion in momen tary doubt. But though his face was hard set, as though carved in stone, Tiggle’s answer was reassuring. ’Til do the Job.” he said. And as he spoke, very strangely there came a lightening of the gloom around them and a ghostly gleam of sunshine shone down through the , veil. “ To Tiggie, as he strode forward at the highest speed that poor panting •Joe could muster, it was as though }n that moment scales fell from his eyes, and the mist was no longer red, but silvery white—touched with the glory of God. When they reached the edge of the cliff above the Slimby Rock, the mist had gathered again so thickly that Jio object within a dozen yards was yylsihle. Jim Walls, an old ’long shoreman with whom Tiggie had had ■tuny a pleasant gossip, was there With his two boys of 14 and 16 and ?he rough apparatus for cliff rescue with which Tiggie was already , familiar. . "He’s left callin’," said Walls. "Can’t heai nothin’ but the sea birds now.” Nothing but the shrieking sea birds and the desolate sound of the Invisible sea, and the long, searching call of the lightship siren that seemed to come in its weird persistence from all directions at once! Tiggie took the flask of brandy from Joe Penny and thrust it Into his pocket. He threw the extra coil •f rope down, and In doing so dis covered the stout ash stick belonging to Harvey still in his hand. He ut tered a half-smothered oath and flung the thing from him. far out Into the white daikness which re ceived It in silence, giving back no sound. • "Now then!" said Tiggie. The task before him was one which he had not begun to contemplate in detail. It was only when It came to the point that he realized that being let down the face of an overhanging cliff was a very different sensation from being pulled up It. Something like blank dismay entered his soul as he set himself to the task which filled him with a physical shrinking which was new to him. The feeling cf unplumbed depth below, the in ability to do anything to help him self beyond avoiding unnecessary bumps against outstanding frag ments of rock, the Isolation in which the mist enwrapped him, and the utter powerlessness of dangling at she end of a rope which ill chance might sever at any moment, all went to make an unforgettable Impression j.-.uppn. Tingle’s newly awakened imag- W, tnafitjn wh.k*h nothing in after life Wajljytn Perhaps the vlolefice of rtaotlon through which he had passed served to Intensify the horror of the experience, hut horror was certainly • his prevailing sentiment and It took the utmost resolution of which he was capable to keep It at arm’s length. "Damn it all!” he expostulated with himself. "If Harvey could do Jt, surely to goodness I can!” Tee, Harvey had done precisely the same thing tar him two nights be "'Grand National” Winner |||. iF JPirar wl| Miss Dorothy Paget proudly leading in Golden Miller after he won Grand National Steeplechase, British turf classic, which brought fortunes to American holders of winning tickets in Irish sweepstakes. io*Btr9i.Pjr*&l fore, and doubtless, had he been on the spot, he would have done it again for this man, wborri he had so coolly advised him to murder. A funny chap—Harvey 1 It was difficult to know how to take him. One thing alone was certain. It was impossible to gauge him by ordinary standards, and this descent which was so terri fying to a man of normal intelli gence would probably rail to strike any sort of dread into his fantastic soul. Ah! His feet scraped and jerked upon something solid at last, and he sent up a shout to the men above him. He could bear the wash of the waves below him far more distinctly now. but the crying of the sea gulls sounded remote, as though heard through a curtain. He was standing upon firm rock, hut great care was needed, for the mist was thicker here and any step to right or left might send him floundering over the edge. Cautiously he felt his way. And then very suddenly he stopped, for a man’s voice came to him out of the void—a feeble, gasping voice. "Here! Pm here!” Tiggie peered about him. The voice seemed to come from below. He found himself close to the edge of the rock, and went down upon hands and knees, peering over. "Here!" gasped the voice again. Then he saw In a crevice about eight feet below him a dark, crum pled mass. He pulled on the rope and proceeded to swing himself down. A few seconds later he was kneel ing In a slimy hollow of rock beside the man upon whom he had sworn such deadly vengeance so brief a time before. He was lying In a heap like a half empty sack, his limbs huddled under him at strange angles, his head sunk between his shoulders. His clothes were In tatters and his face clotted with blood which still oozed from a wound on the temple. His eyes were half closnd. but they opened wide at Tiggle’s touch, regarding him with a fixed and dreadful stare. "You —Is It?" he said. “Yes, me,” said Tiggie. Norman’s lips drew back, ex posing his teeth. “Didn’t expect— you.” he muttered. "Afraid you’re badly damaged.” said Tiggie, trying to get an arm behind him. “Damaged!" gasped Norman. "T’m —done for. Don’t move me! I’m all —ln pieces." “I’ve got some brandy here,” said Tiggie. A faint gleam lightened the star ing eyes. "Let’s—have It!” gasped Norman. Tiggie opened the flask and put It to the drawn Ups. Norman drank with obvious difficulty, concentrating all his strength upon the effort, while Tiggie supported hls head and did hls utmost to prevent the liquid spilling over. It todk effect very quickly. Some thing of the wildness passed from hls look, and he addressed Tiggie with more coherence. “What did you come down here for?'* “To help you," said Tiggie. Norman’s Ups went back Into the old sneer. "Or to finish me— which?" he said. "To help you," repeated Tiggie steadily. Norman’s eyes met hls with a questioning. Incredulous look. Then, "Where’s the devil who pushed me over?” he asked abruptly. “What?" said Tiggie Norman repeated hls words with deliberate insistence. “The devil who pushed me overt Has he come along too —to see the end of me?” “Good God!" gasped Tiggie. “D’you know what you're saying?" "Yes. Ido know.” Contemptuous ly the answer came. "He got me up there—to meet you. But you were— discreet enough—to keep out of sight." "What the devil . . ." burst from Tiggie; and then, commanding him self. “No. You’re wrong. I wasn’t there.” , "Oh!" sprtd Norman.. “Yop>weren’t .tfiere.” Hfc seemed td-ton Sitter *rilA for a space, hls ey , n, ’ L '''' UZ .Z.- 4hBH L ,■ fe J '' ' z <^>*sr'''^ c fBIf ■ ”.S. ... . .'■■■:.-x,"’ *S THEY DONE HIM WRONG— Career of Jesse James (above) ended 62 years ago today as he was hanging pictures in his home in St. Joseph, Mo. / Robert and James Ford, members of his band, shot him in the back to collect a SIO,OOO reward offered for his capture “dead or alive ” Hfff ■ , *j j^B|S H: ' JH ||||j|||pgp &<• % \ 3U{?" ||%p *'i m| ■■ .jif ssu ?fw I MfS «|M ■■ « » i mu i n ■»»«■ ■-i i > ■■ ■ u 11 THE SPARK FLEW —And 31 years ago today the first news was transmitted across the Atlantic (New York to London) by wireless telegraph. The equpiment used was similar to that with which William Marconi, its Irish-lialian inventor is shown in his laboratory in 1901 # id / JtlW BKm i 1 Z® SW R The Needle I IBW In The l\ Z«■ W“ 1 fIMM 1 Haystack!