Chapter V: Part 5

A car inched through the crowd, stopping a few yards away. Mr. Parker leaped out and ran toward the burning building. He was stopped at the entrance by a fireman.

"Let me in there!" the publisher shouted, trying to free himself. "My daughter's inside!"

"No, here I am, Dad!" Penny cried, grasping his hand.

Mr. Parker said no word, but he pulled her to him in a rough embrace. The next moment he was trying once more to enter the building, intending to save important papers.

"Take it easy, Parker," advised the fireman, barring the door with his hose. "The smoke's bad in there."

"Will the building go?"

"We'll save most of it," the fireman assured him confidently.

Penny plucked at her father's sleeve. "Dad, oughtn't the police be sent after Peter Fenestra? He's responsible for this, and a lot of other things, too!"

"You mean Fenestra set the fire?"

Above the roar of flames, Penny tersely disclosed how the man had compelled her to take refuge in the inner office room. Jerry also heard the story, and when she had finished, he said to Mr. Parker:

"Chief, let me take a couple of policemen and nail that fellow! Maybe we can arrest him at the farm before he makes a get-away."

"Go ahead," urged Mr. Parker.

"I'm going along," declared Penny, and darted away before her father could stop her.

Twenty minutes later, with a police cruiser dispatched to Fenestra's place, she and Jerry drove there in Mr. Parker's car. Parking some distance down the road, they walked cautiously toward the farmhouse which loomed dark against the sky. No lights burned in the windows. The grounds appeared deserted.

"Looks as if Fenestra isn't here," observed Jerry. "No use waiting for the police."

Boldly going to the front door he pounded on it, ordering in a loud voice: "Open up!"

"He's not here," said Penny after a moment. "Unless perhaps he's hiding."

"The place looks deserted to me."

Penny glanced toward the storm cave, remembering that she had the key to the padlock in her pocket. Jerry read her thought, and followed as she went quickly toward the mound.

"It's locked," he said, indicating the padlock.

"Here's the key." Eagerly Penny offered it to Jerry. "I'm sure this must be the one."

The reporter gave her a flashlight to hold while he tried to fit the key into the lock.

"It's no go, Penny."

"But I was so sure, Jerry." She stooped to examine the padlock. "Well, no wonder! It's been changed."

"Then we're out of luck until the police get here."

"Isn't there any way we can open it ourselves?"

"Maybe I can break it."

"There should be tools in the barn, Jerry."

"I'll see what I can find."

Leaving Penny, the reporter disappeared in the direction of the barn. Extinguishing the flashlight, she patiently waited.

Suddenly she was startled to hear running footsteps. Barely had she crouched behind the storm cave before a man emerged from among the pine trees adjoining the road. It was Peter Fenestra and he was breathing hard.

Straight toward the cave he ran. Pausing at the slanting door, he peered quickly about, and then fumbled with the padlock. In desperate haste he jerked it loose, swung back the hinged door, and descended the stone steps.

Penny waited a moment, then crept to the entrance.

Fenestra had not taken time to lower the door behind him. A light shone from an underground room at one side of the main passageway, and she could hear the man's heavy boots scuffing on a cement floor.

Penny considered going after Jerry and decided against it. Fenestra's frantic haste suggested that he might not linger long in the cave. What could he be doing beneath ground?

With Jerry so near, she felt that it would not be too dangerous to investigate. Warily she tiptoed down the steps.

A low, rounding doorway opened from the descending passage. Peering into the dimly lighted room, Penny did not immediately see Peter Fenestra.

Instead her gaze roved about the walls of what appeared to be a workshop. Tools were neatly arranged over a bench, while a cupboard of shelves contained miscellaneous mechanical parts.

At the far end of the cave stood an urn-like contrivance which the girl took to be an electric furnace. An armored cable ran from it to a heavy wall switch having two blades and a sizable wooden handle. Plainly it was designed to carry a very heavy current.

Peter Fenestra came from behind the furnace. Penny saw him throw the switch. Almost immediately she heard a low hissing sound from the interior of the metal oven. Slowly the furnace heated, and soon glowed weirdly.

As she pondered what the man could be intending to do, she heard a slight sound at the stairway entrance. Thinking that Jerry had returned, she started up the steps. Not one figure but three loomed in the doorway!

Penny flattened herself against the dirt wall. But she could not avoid being seen. A flashlight beam focused upon her, and the next instant a revolver muzzle bit into her side.

"Keep quiet!" she was ordered in a whisper. "You won't be hurt!"

Penny stared into the grim face of Anchor Joe. Behind him came John Munn, and a man she had never seen before. In a flash she knew why they were there--to avenge themselves upon Peter Fenestra.

Quietly as the men had moved, they had been heard in the next room.

"Who's there?" Fenestra called sharply.

John Munn and Anchor Joe stepped into the rectangle of light, their revolvers trained upon the man.

"Just three of your old pals, Otto," drawled Anchor Joe. "Reach!"

"Listen, Joe, you got me all wrong," Peter Fenestra whined. "I can explain why I kept the gold. I'll give it all to you if that's what you want. I'll do anything--don't shoot."

"Shootin' would be too good for you," retorted Anchor Joe. "We got other plans." His face was dark with rage.

"Sure, we know how to deal with a traitor," added John Munn, deftly whisking a revolver from Fenestra's hip pocket. "You thought you could hide from us. You thought by changing your name, and coming to this out-of-the-way town you could fool us. Why, you dirty rat, you even thought you could get by with pushing me off a bridge!"

"Your greed kept you here," taunted Anchor Joe. "You couldn't bear to leave any of those gold bars behind."

"You thought you'd melt down the last of 'em tonight and skip," added John Munn. "You're goin' on a long trip all right, but with us!"

A pair of steel cuffs were slipped over Fenestra's wrists. Speedily, the sailors searched the cave, gathering up several bags of what Penny assumed to be gold.

"How about this bar?" John Munn asked his companions. "Can we handle it?"

"Too heavy," answered Anchor Joe. "With Moyer hot on our trail, we've got to travel light. Get going and I'll follow."

Munn and his companion marched Peter Fenestra from the cave. Taking a cord from his pocket, Anchor Joe bound Penny's hands and feet.

"I'm tying 'em loose," he said. "And I'll leave the cave door open. After we're gone you can yell for help."

"Joe, where are you taking Fenestra? What has he done?"

The sailor did not answer. Seizing a bag of gold, he slung it over his shoulder and went quickly up the stairs. Penny was left in the darkness.

CHAPTER
25
_SAILORS' REVENGE_

Minutes later, Jerry, returning from the barn, heard Penny's muffled scream for help. Descending into the cave he immediately freed her and learned what had happened.

"Fenestra used this furnace for melting down gold all right!" he exclaimed, peering into the dark cavern. "Wonder where he got it?"

"It must be stolen gold--government gold, perhaps," gasped Penny. "Jerry, those men have been gone only a minute or two!"

"Then maybe we can get 'em yet!"

Jerry had heard an automobile turn into the yard. Hopeful that it might be the awaited authorities, he and Penny ran up the stone steps. To their joy they saw that it was the police cruiser.

In terse sentences they told their story to the officers. Penny had no idea which direction the men had gone, but the reporter recalled having seen a group of four walking toward the river just as he had left the barn.

With Jerry and Penny standing on the running board, the police car headed in the direction of the Big Bear. Suddenly a series of explosive sounds were heard, staccato noises similar to the back-firing of an automobile exhaust.

"Shots!" exclaimed Jerry. "From the river, too!"

The car drew to a halt. The policemen leaped out and started across the fields. Disregarding orders to remain behind, Penny and Jerry followed.

Breathlessly, they reached the rim of the river. A beam of light directed their gaze to the opposite shore. A high-powered motor boat had pulled away and was fast gathering speed. Flashes of gunfire from its decks were answered by the revolvers of men on the river bank.

Shielding Penny with his body, Jerry drew her behind a tree. In a moment as the motor boat passed beyond range, firing ceased. Then they slid down the bank to learn what had occurred.

Penny saw that Peter Fenestra had been captured. He was handcuffed to Mr. Moyer, and she instantly guessed that the other four men were government operatives.

"Find a boat and start after those three sailors who got away!" Moyer ordered his men tersely. "I'll take this fellow to town."

Penny edged forward, obtaining an excellent view of Peter Fenestra's downcast face. Quietly she made her accusations, telling of the cave where she had been imprisoned.

"So that was how the gold was melted down," commented Moyer.

He then explained that for days his operatives had watched the river where they knew Anchor Joe had hidden a motorboat. Surprised in the act of taking off, the sailors had exchanged shots with the government men, but by abandoning Fenestra and the gold, they had escaped.

"This man's real name is Otto Franey," Moyer revealed, indicating Fenestra. "He and the three sailors were shipmates aboard the _Dorasky_."

"They're wanted for stealing gold?" questioned Penny.

"Yes, they got away with four gold bars taken from the _Dorasky_. You see, about a year ago a consignment of gold was shipped by a Swiss bank to the New York Federal Reserve. Because of heavy fog the bars were unloaded at the pier instead of being taken off at Quarantine. They were removed in a sling and dumped on the wharf to await the mail truck."

"And the four sailors saw a chance to steal some of the bars?" questioned Jerry.

"Yes, how they accomplished it we don't know. But hours later a mail driver refused to sign for one of the bags because it had been slit open. Four bars valued at approximately fourteen thousand dollars each were missing. Investigation disclosed that a sailor, Otto Franey, had jumped ship. A few days later Joe Landa, John Munn and Jack Guenther also disappeared."

"Each man was marked with an octopus tattoo, wasn't he?" Penny inquired eagerly.

"Yes, although I did not learn that until a day or so ago. Otto has been trying to get his tattoo removed so that it would be harder to trace him. The four sailors had their backs marked with an octopus design and words which read, _All for one, one for all_, when put together. They were feeling very friendly toward each other at that time."

"Then I was right!" exclaimed Penny. "And the four conspired to steal the gold bars?"

"Otto was entrusted by his pals to dispose of the stolen gold. Instead, he gave them the slip and tried to keep it for himself. Evidently he rigged up a furnace and melted the metal into useable form. But the three sailors trailed him here, determined to avenge themselves."

As Fenestra was hustled to a waiting car, Penny told Mr. Moyer everything she knew about the prisoner, save his connection with Matthew Judson. Deliberately she withheld information about the blackmail plot.

While the prisoner was being loaded into the government car, another automobile drew up nearby. Recognizing Mr. Parker at the wheel, Penny and Jerry ran to tell him the latest news.

"Full speed ahead, Chief!" exclaimed the reporter, sliding into the front seat. "We've got a big story by the tail!"

"A lot of good it does us," responded the publisher gloomily.

"You mean the firemen failed to save the _Star_ building?" Penny asked anxiously.

"The building's saved, but considerable damage was done by fire and water. We can't use the plant for several days. It's enough to make a man ill! Scooped by the opposition when the story is ours!"

"You forget the little _Weekly Times_," reminded Penny. "Old Homey has everything ready to roll. I'm turning the plant over to you."

"To me?" Mr. Parker did not understand her meaning.

"Yes, gather your mechanical force. The plant's yours for the night."

"Penny, you're the tops!" the publisher exclaimed, starting the car with a lurch. "Together we'll get out an extra that will be an extra!"

After that Penny lost all sense of time as events transpired with rapidity and precision. As if by magic the staff of the _Star_ appeared to take over the _Times_ plant. The building shook off its lethargy and machinery began to turn.

Allowing Jerry to write the big story, Penny tried to be everywhere at once. She fluttered at DeWitt's elbow as he drew a dummy of the front page.

"Let's make it 96-point type," she urged. "Splashy! A double column story with a break-over to page three."

"Anything you say," was DeWitt's surprising answer.

In the composing room, printers were locking the forms, using pages previously made ready for the next issue of the _Weekly Times_. Stereotypers were testing the pneumatic steam tables. Pressmen under Old Horney's direction oiled the double-deck rotaries and tightened bolts.

At last came the moment when the starter plate was fitted into place on the cylinder. With a half turn of a T wrench Old Horney made it secure.

"She's ready," he announced, flashing the signal light. "You push the button, Penny."

Trembling with excitement, she started the press rolling. Faster and faster it went. In a moment papers dropped so swiftly from the folder that her eye could not follow. A conveyer carried them upward over the presses to the distributing room.

Mr. Parker offered Penny a paper, smiling as he saw her stare at the nameplate. Instead of the _Star_ it read: _The Weekly Times_.

"Why, Dad!" she exclaimed. "They've made a mistake."

"It's no mistake," he corrected. "This is your extra. Your name appears as Managing Editor."

"So that was why DeWitt was so agreeable to all my suggestions?" she laughed. "I might have guessed."

Later, while newsboys cried their wares, Penny and her father sat in the private office, talking with Matthew Judson. From his own lips they learned how he had submitted to blackmail rather than disgrace Pauletta by returning to prison.

"Your case is a deserving one," Mr. Parker told him kindly. "I assure you we'll never publish the story, and I'll do everything in my power to help you obtain a pardon."

Before leaving the office, Mr. Judson promised Penny he would tell his daughter the truth, allowing her to break her engagement to Major Atchley if she chose.

"We'll go away somewhere," he said. "California, perhaps. Although I'll never try to publish a paper again, at least my life will cease to be a torment."

Alone with her father once more, Penny had two requests to make.

"Name them," he urged.

"Can you get Tillie Fellows a job?"

"Easily."

"And will you take Horney into your own plant?"

"I'll be glad to do it as soon as the _Star_ operates again. Until remodeling work is completed I have no plant."

"Yes, you have, Dad. This building is yours if you can make arrangements with Mr. Veeley."

"Penny! You're willing to give up the _Weekly_?"

"Willing?" she laughed. "I'm hilariously crazy to get rid of it. Matters have reached a state where either I must abandon the paper or my education. I've only awaited a chance to end my career in a blaze of glory."

"A blaze expresses it very mildly," smiled Mr. Parker. "In all modesty, let us say a conflagration!"

"Oh, why be modest?" grinned Penny. "Let's come right out and call it a holocaust! That's the strongest word I know."

THE END

Transcriber's Notes

--Replaced the list of books in the series by the complete list, as in
the final book, "The Cry at Midnight".

--Silently corrected a handful of palpable typos.

--Conforming to later volumes, standardized on "DeWitt" as the name of
the city editor.

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