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Cneffied QncleOte AUTHOR OF “THE FIGHTER" “CALEB CON OVER." “SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE." ETC. NOVELIZED FROM PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF THE SAME NAME BY WILL M. RITCHEY. mrtawin it miut *a**on iuhinij FIRST INSTALLMENT NEVERMORE! "If »oa !*H a craving to call me bam*-* Mas Lamar used to say. "call m* a breaethicf or a mental error or ***s a dose of peace But. unless >m want to man trouble, don't call me a defective I'm not a detective 1 am a crime spec .ai 1st He bad served for year* on the rtty* crack central office detective *0«*i Then ahiie be was st.il un dor thin*, be bad 'aid down enough money ant bud up enough reputation to have the force and go into b .st ars i- for himself Is hi* office sat Lamar, ose spring man -4 trying to raa* a sulky cigar into good behavior and. bet seen pu3s. dirt—ag a letter to Edith Hayes, hi* ateougrapher A clerk burned in from the ante Posm laid a special delivery letter on hi* ■ harf • de*k and vanished again into U«* on a domain. At sight of the •avriupr • hand* nung soar of the laziaews left Lamar* la.-e and manner At a glance do*u the single affinal short of paper a* he ripped K from the envelope the very last trace of indolence *as gone. "Mis* Hayes " he said, the ball gaae- to da) will lack u* most ardent fan And never aad naishtng that louer 111 have to get out ol here «a 'joiiif at h * «at<h—''-u juft twenty minutes Ivo got to gy to prtsun ~ Mr Lusar' t'MMfd the girl. Miii too new is her rmpU>f*T a a* n ice t® tOO» when he %** is rvun "It * true • he answered • Liates to this' M* packed up the aot« sad read -i.—e • "Mr Mu Lamar. CrPn* Spn. shat My Dear Mu X'trrl* Jin. Bu rden C°t> fre. seals at bur today Since jrva n, -r.-i ; r *;• prat; La - so one fsirr itaar with the method* of th-a master crook. I lease keep an eve os hi* RANDOLPH AUJE3E, ‘ Chief of P«ik-e “I-I do*t undent and " sail the •t-MCrsphrr '"If you t- ie hus^r-sa tm younelf. shy should the chief of peh. e he cities yea order* "He fan t He a e: • *u« me a chaste A that'* he knows I'd V- ». -.c to pay for with a couple c: mj ey * teeth. rr,.. ..J Me Muaned the Ted Through This Opening. That • why he wrote to ei*- Old •Ctrrie Jim a my quarry 1»« landed him throe fanes tor the chief, and It looks as if 1 were going to make it a floors-af Ja caa't keep out of Jail. Bsiaiue ho cant keep oat of crime. And he raa t keep out of crime ou amount at the Red Circle " The Red Circle.- she echoed. ~A arrie of surctiHi *' -Ko * ctrrie of J x Borden s A circle am the hack of his right hand. A circle he gets his aickn&me from. A red birthmark like s hoop or ring w the fleeh of the hand Sometimes R hardly shows Sometimes it blares -But whst has a birthmark got to lo with hw hetag a criminal—* asked the parried girt *1 dos t see—" «•her do 1 Bat it's true. 1 re hoard some sort of a rigmarole about this birthmark running through hie family eser so far hack and that when ever it appears t * s sign of a rrlmi aa! All ttaaowaae perhaps I don't fchow But 1 do know that old Circle JUB Borden is one of the craftiest meat fsvecerate rrimiaais in this state. A«d if kes ou* of prtsaa H means trouble to the whale community TVerr war a yarn at headqaariers that the old lot has a hiding place some where in town that no outsider was ever tbie to find. It may be worth bunting for. He has a sou. too. knock ing around the city. A cheap tough, of the cigarette-eating type. I sup pose he's arranged to meet him. He'll bear watching, too. now that his old mac's out " • •••••• Max Lamar was not the prison's only I voluntary guest that noon. The grim old archway leading to hopelessness was graced by the presence of two women who were frequent and wel come visitors to the place—June Travis and her sweet-faced mother. June >h i girl of rare beauty, both of soul and of face. Impatient at the die. futile life of the girls in her own walk of life, she hud chosen tc change m uch of h* r comfortable leisure into toil i b» half of released prisoners. Today June had heard that "Circle" | J a Borden’s sentence *as to expire -it n So noon found her and her c •!.■ r in the wardens office, await ng t - nvlet's apisearance. The door of the wardens office op. • I A keeper stepped into the ri*om ishering in a square-built man of fifty. The man with the keeper was clad :n an ill-fitting suit of gray, bearing in its every badly cut line the unmis takab.e sign of "prisonmade." Yet. in that heavy face were marks of inr I’ect character, power At v.uht of him. June's heart gave a ■ ■ r little throb. She did not know why. The warden rose to his feet smil r.jr an 1 stretching out his hand to the newcomer "Good-by. Jim." he said, pieasantly. 1 hope you're going to take a brace this lime You can do it. if you try'. Ti ere s plenty of chance for you yet. j if—'‘ His professionally cheerful voice gradually died away, and his out *tr t . 1 band dropped to his side as re saw the sullen contempt in the convict's sunken eyes Circle Jim said no word in reply, tie made -jo move to accent the pref aced land. Then, as the warden • -el t>> «p-ak the man turned to • leave the room. d n. Jim interposed the war ti- This > »ung lady wants to speak to y ou “ V _ are going to let me help you." ■ 1 •» pleaded “You are going to let me be ,‘f use to you—to be your friend" ■ Friend" grimly repeated Borden, ti *' p-.-,a rasp" making his deep voice si :-.d as though it needed oil : r Friend7 Hell'" ‘ :t I war.t to heip you'" she urr--i. unda unted I want you to Bu.i; a man -f yourself. It is not too la'.e If not f>r your own sake, then for your wife's—” \ spasm of yum twisted the heavy f-at ur»- But at once he regained control of himself My he said, shortly, "is dead." i h I m so sorry to sorry ' said une -n quick sympathy. "But—but -urety you have someone — some dauch' r or son—for whose sake you an 'ive honestly Some son. perhaps, for whom you car. sot a splendid ex ample of manhood—of—" Circle' Jim shook away her gentle hand, in e violent shudder. Then he 1 .ted from the room, pushing past th • keeper who. a*t?r an inquiring c : tire r.t the warden, let him go. You see bow it is. Miss Travis ' i began the w arden. But June was r.o* there She had i sp-d after the retreating convict. Mrs Travis, worried at her daughter s imptfuj-s pursuit of such a hopeless <a«e, bade the warden good-by and followed aeaminw. as a guard threw open the eute leading from the prison to the street outside June caucfct up with Borden. 1 hur. your feelings. I'm afraid." she accosted him timidly, as he parsed a moment, irresolute, on the pavement But I didn't mean to. Honestly, i didn't And I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Mr Borden. I know how bitterly you must feel to ward everyone But I do want you to let me do something for you If it angers you to hare me talk to you. won't you at least take this, to help you along until you can find steady work*" As she spoke, si e drew from l.er , wristbag a little roll of bills: and thrust them into the convicts cal loused left hand The well meant act scourged Bor i den from contemptuous apathy, into faming rage His gnarled fist gripped tight on the money, crushing it to a »ad Then he flung it to the pave ment and turned sharply away. Arais the girl sought to detain him. At her touch he whirled savagely up on her: his lips drawn back from his i yellowed teeth; his left fist clenched and half-raised, as if to strike. This was too much for the chivalrous gate guard. He flung himself upon Borden, catching the upraised arm and thrusting him back from the frightened girl The thrust sent "Cir cle" Jim caroming against a clean-t/ut young man who had just rounded the corner toward the gate. “ ’Scuse me. Mr. Lamar," began the guard. “He—" Jim had recovered his balance and, disregarding the others, strode toward June: muttering angry incoherences Lamar, in one double gesture, slipped his own athletic body between the two and drew a revolver from his hip pocket He leveled the weapon at Borden who instinctively threw up his hands. As he did so. the guard pinioned him from behind. "Here." said 1-amar. briskly, as he pocketed the re-olver and" pulled out a pair of shining little handcuffs. "Help me put these on him." "Mot No!" begged June. “It was my fault. Please let him go. Please do!” Lamar shrugged his shoulders. "Turn him loose." he ordered the guard. And “Circle" Jim scuttled off. down the street, like a bullet-grazed wolf. Lamar turned to June, raising his I soft hat. ‘ I hope he didn't frighten you," he ; said. "Really, you shouldn't have in I terceded for him, just now. If you j had let us arrest him—" “I'm glad I didn't," she made an swer. "And thank you for coming to my aid. Mr. Lariar. "Oh. here is my mother. 1 want you to meet her." As Lamar helped the two ladies into their car. a few minutes later, he had the joy of hearing June say: "Won't you come and see us—and tell us more about your work?" Sputtering some half-coherent reply, the usually cool-headed man stood staring in foolish happiness after the car. With a start he came to himself. He had hastened to the prison to see “Circle" Jim Borden released, and to follow him. And—all because of one ! giri—he had quite forgotten Jim s as he passed the crowd's outskirts, and who had come up behind him) groaned aloud in mortal anguish, seized Ted by the nape of the neck and forcibly hauled him away. The watch's owner bawled "Stop Thief.” and gare chase. The cry was taken up, as others in the crowd saw "Circle” Jim dart nimbly into a by street, still propelling the half-stupe fied youth ahead of him. As father and son rounded the cor ner, Xlax Lamar was crossing the lower end of the Square. He heard the cries; saw the chase begin, and had a fleeting glimpse of Borden just before he and Ted disappeared. The man for whom Max had vainly been searching all afternoon! Lamar whipped out a police whistle, blew a shrill blast, then ran at full speed down the street around whose cor ner Borden and Ted had vanished. With Lamar, a brace of policemen and a score of volunteer man-hunters in hot pursuit, Borden continued his flight. Down one street, across another he raced; the pursuit ever within sound and once or twice within sight. Into the mouth of an alleyway he plunged and on till he reached a spot where a poster-decked fence adjoined the corner of a building. There was a foot or so of space be tween building and fence. He shoved the panting Ted through this opening; followed; pushed the loosened board back in place and stood an instant to get his breath. He and his son were in a disused lumberyard. His hasty glance met no human being. But that was because his glance was so extremely hasty and because his prison-weakened eyes were no longer so keen as of yore. For he and Ted were not the yard s only human occupants. The Pirate King shared their hiding place. The Pirate King, in private life, was Ignatius Aloysius XIcQuaid; intimate ly known as "Spudsy.” He was four "I Hurt Your Feelings. I’m Afraid!" very existence, and had let h.m get clean away. Ted Borden was out of a Job. This was no novelty to him. Though he was barely twenty-two, this was the j e:ghth position he had managed to lose. There were but three things on earth in which the lad felt even a languid interest. These were c: garottes. ten-cent whisky and loaf- i mg. This morning he had come to the | factory two hours late. A little after noon he had secretly lighted a \ cigarette in the varnish room. The superintendent had caught him at it.' n time to avert a blaze, and had forthwith discharged him. Vith half a week s pay in his pcnk et, Ttd had repaired to the Golden Star saloon, the headquarters of his select crowd of friends. At the end of an hour Ted had slouched out of the place, penniless: | considerably more than half-drunk. Ted h had a vague idea of going i to the bah game. Now that that was out of the question, he presently de cided to loaf around to the square in front of the Chronicle office and wutch the score. Ted knew his father was a crook. And he had always resented Jim's ef forts tc keep him straight, deemed those pitiful attempts the acme of hypocrisy. Ted had reached the Square. He paused in the outer fringe of the throng that watched the baseball bul j letins. His gaze fell cn the portly 1 meridian of the man standing next to ' him. The man was staring ecstatically upward at the score board. His coat was open. From the pocket of his jutting waistcoat hung a jeweled watchfob. Ted s mouth grew dry and his dull eyes' brightened. Hot temptation* gripped and shook him. So intent did his every faculty all at once become that he did not hear a man come up behind him. halt ab ruptly and murmur his nam6. Out crept Ted's hand, nearer and neared to the coveted watch. Now his fingertips had closed lovingly on the fob. Then, at the same time, two things happened. The watch's owner felt the touch of the clumsy fingers, glanced down ward: made a grab at the nicotine stained digits and shouted "Thief!” On the same instant "Circle" Jim Bor | den i who had caught sight of his son feet eight inches tall, and he was the only son and heir of the garbage-col lector who lived two doors down the alley. Spudsy had long ago discovered the unused old lumberyard, and had con verted it into a pirate ship; with a pile of corner boards as quarter-deck. This afternoon, as he paced his Quarter-deck, growling merciless orders to his imaginary crew. Spudsy was suddenly aware of the two men who burst into the yard. He saw the elder of the two men— a gray-maned, ghastly-faced old fellow —rqjease the younger man whom he had been grasping by the collar. He saw the old fellow drop on his knees and dig in the timber debris like a dog that is digging for woodchucks. He saw him push his hand downward into the mass of shavings and shin gles and grope for something. Then he saw him lift a trapdoor, to whose top a coating of chips and scantling ends still adhered. The man lifted the trapdoor part way. shoved the younger man in through the opening; crawled through it after him. and lowered the trapdoor above them so carefully that the scraps of wood were not disturbed. Spudsy stared, goggle-eyed. Here was the most delightful mystery of the centuries. The woodyard was not only a pirate ship. It was a treas ure cave as well. Cautiously he climbed down from the quarter-deck and made for the spot where the trapdoor had been raised and lowered. He bent over the trap, brushing away the con cealing wood. Then he saw a shadow fall across the debris and he looked up. Over him stood a man—tall, well dressed;hfs firm mouth just now smil ing friendlily down upon the cringing child. “Digging for gold. Johnny?” he asked pleasantly; and at sound of the kind voice Spudsy's fright vanished. “Xg. sir.” answered the boy. "I'm just lookin' fer the place where them two guys ran into the ground." "Into the—what ?” demanded Lamar, in quick interest. "into the ground.” responded Spudsy. -‘They beat it into here through that place in the fence an' one of 'em—an old geezer with gray hair—he digs here a minute an' then he ups with a trapdoor an' down they scoots.” Mas Lamar was on his knees, fran tically pushing the chips and shingles to left and right. I “He boosts up the trap with his right hand,” continued Spudsy, de lighted with the interest his words evoked. *'An’ on the back of his hand they was a big red ring, like it was painted there.” ■“The Red Circle!” muttered La mar: and just then be found the ring of the trapdoor. “Then he paused, as if in thought. Presently he took out one of his a rds and scribbled on it: "Need Aid. Fol low Boy.” “Take this card to the Erst police man you can find.” he said. “Lead him here, and then go somewhere and have an ice cream cone debauch. Hurry now! Chase!” As Spudsy scampered off on his mis sion Max Lamar drew his revolver and stepped down through the trap door into the passage beyond. Along that same passageway, not five minutes earlier. “Circle” Jim Bor den had propelled his drunken son. Through what seemed to Ted a mile of underground wanderings, they 6ped. At last. Jim had pushed upward. An other trapdoor had yielded to the push, and the father and son had crawled out of the passage into a poorly fur nished and ill-lighted room. A bedroom adjoined this first dusty apartment. These rooms had fof years been Jim Borden's unsuspected hiding place. Jim partly led. partly carried him into the adjoining bedroom and threw him heavily upon the cot. which, with one chair, formed the room's sole fur nishing. Ted took scant note of his surroundings and was soon in a drunk en sleep. Jim, spent with his run. collapsed upon the rickety chair beside the cot and looked down in gloomy disgust upon his snoring son. “The last of the Bordens!” he mused. "We two. My son and I. I hoped—I was fool enough to hope— back there in that hell of a living : tomb—that Ted might redeem us. i uat ne mignt prove to De une salt a tion of our name. And now—a thief. The cheapest, meanest, lowest type of thief! There's no hope. The sooner the Bordens go. the sooner a menace to society will be done away with. We must go; he and I." With fingers that did not tremble, he turned on the solitary gas jet: then, with one last look at the sleep ing boy, he left the room, closing the door behind him. "He will never know!” muttered Borden, as he came out into the other room. "He will die in his sleep. Gas is mercifully painless. And now it's my own turn. My own—turn. A quick er death and less easy to bear than—” He checked himself: the big shoul ders tensing: head thrust forward, eyes alight. For. almost unde*- his feet, he heard a muffled sound of some one stumbling in the dark. Borden understood. His secret hid ing place had been discovered. Noiselessly, he slipped to the trap door, and srood crouching and alert just behind its hinge. A second later, the trap began to rise. Inch by inch ! it was lifted from below. A pistol nun zip protruded from the I narrow opening: then a hand, an arm. and a human head. One lightning look revealed to the crouching Borden the face of Mai Lamar. In the same instant. "Circle’ Jim launched himself upon his foe. He seized Max by the wrist and. with one mighty tug. dragged him up into the room, siamming the trap shut behind him. "Hands up!" snarled Borden. "Fp! Fp!—So!” He stood for a moment glaring in | cold triumph at his helpless enemy j Then he spoke: slowiy. hungrily, i from between hard-clenched teeth. “Sit down’" he said. "Max Lamar." he said in the same , slow, deep voice that robbed his words ; of any melodrama taint. "You've sent j J me to prison three times. Now. I've ; j got you." Lamar s eye roved from the black pistol muzzle to the scarred hand that held it so menacingly. “I see you still have the Red Circle. Jim." he said, as if to make conversa tion. tie was pzaying xor time. "Red Circle." repeated Borden, j dully. "Yes. The Red Circle. It is ! still there, on my hand. Always there, j And it has always marked one mem- : ' ber in eTery generation of my family. I And the person it marked has always , been a criminal. “Here it ends." said Borden again: “I am going to wipe out the curse by wiping out my family. My son is in that bedroom—dying. I shall go next. With this gun I am going to shoot myself, after I have squared an old score by killing you." Borden, as he spoke, raised the re volver a few inches, and his finger j tightened on the trigger. Lamar, gathering all his strength, lunged sud denly forward, clutching Jim's wrist and twisting it to one side. The bul let went wild. In another instant, the table was overturned, and the two me., locked in furious embrace. Presently, in the deathlcck. Lamar's fingers found the catch that held the pistol's cylinder in plac* One sharp pressure and he had "broken" the re- j volver. sending the remaining car tridges pattering harmless to the floor. Jim released his hold cn the useless weapon and snatched with both hands for Lamar's throat. But before the grip could be gained or guarded, he recoiled a step: his eyes glassy and staring: his wild gaze fixed on some thing behind Max. Up through the trapdoor two police men were climbing—summoned by Sudsy as they had stood chatting to gether on a street corner. With & roar of fury. Borden snatched up the overturned table and hurled it with all his force at the charging po licemen. Lamar did not join Su the triple fight. His keen nostrils had caught the smell of escaping gas. He remem bered all at once what Borden had said: “My son is in that bedroom—dy ing!” And he ran to the bedroom door, opened it and entered. The two policemen, stalwart as they were, found “Circle” Jim unexpectedly hard to subdue. The old man was fight ing like a beast at bay. Xor was he fighting to escape. For he made no move to tear himself free from his opponents. Instead, he seemed to be trying to get hold of the pistol that one of the two policemen still held. Like Samson of old. he put forth his power of muscle. And, before his captors could so much as guess his intent, he had twisted the policeman's "On the Back of His Hand They Was a Big Red Ring!" hand toward him. so that the pistol muzzle pressed against his own body just above the heart. The same wrench enabled Jim to force aside the policeman's trigger finger. His own forefinger slipped inside the trigger guard. One pressure of the finger and the shot was fired. The policemen relaxed their hold, as Jim Borden spasmodically leaped in air and staggered backward, a .44 bullet through his heart. The big body hurtled to the floor and lay there. “Circle " Jim Borden, cornered, had killed himself. The officers were roused from the momentary reaction following their death battle by the appearance of La mar. who reeled out of the bedroom, a gush of rungent gas-reek enveloping him. In his arms. Max bore a lifeless body. The body of Ted Borden. Entering the bedroom. Lamar had been well-nigh overcome by the fumes of gas that had by this time turned the tiny place into a veritable asphyxiation chamber. He had caught up the one rickety chair and. stifling and dizzy, had smashed open the window with it. After leaning out for a moment, to get back his breath and to steady the whirling of his brain, he had crossed to the bed. seized Ted's limp body and had borne It out to the purer air of the next room. There he laid the boy beside his father and. kneeling, felt his pulse and listened at the narrow chest for sound of heartbeats. Presently be rose, a new solemnity in his alert eyes. Turning to the two panting officers, he said, very quiet ly: “Our work here is done. They are both dead It is—it is the end of the Red Circle!” • •••••• The double inquest was over. The last report was made. Max Lamar's work of “keeping an eye" on Jim Borden was finished for all time. From police headquarters he set out toward his own office. The horror of the Red Circle tragedy was still heavy upon him. His own part in it and his narrow escape from death had left a mark on his usually steady nerve. He was tired of gruesome mysteries. He wanted something to take his mind off the events of the past two days. June Travis had asked him to call. He intended to take her at her word. Just then a limousine that had been drawn up beside the curb, just in front of him. started off. Carelessly, Lamar glanced at it. He could not see the occupants. He had no special desire to see them. But he was attracted by the sight of a woman's hand—white, shapely, dainty—that lay carelessly on the sash of the car's open window. At first, it was its beauty that drew Max’s notice. But. just at the instant the limousine whined away, he had a closer look. And a startled cry broke from him. For. vividly clear upon the snowy surface of the hand-back, glared the Red Circle! Laimar barely had time, as the car vanished in- a swirl of traffic, to catch sight of its number. With shaking fingers he jotted down in his note book: “Cal: 126694. The Red Circle!" he babbled dazedly. “The Red Circle— again!" (ENT) OF FIRST INSTALLMENT.) ALWAYS DRANK FROM SAUCER W: a word to the remarks k F—II* oattw^aadaBk Bo««• Herald Victor, a and Albert nn mifRMHedb; to the East lu ll la aaid to he the earl m. and tV date MJO la •ran* a,?. a iidB I F Ifllifl LM*’ Hi W? ■ n-rrv ' given. 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