Avon Murder Mystery Monthly No. 41 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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A. MERRITT 29 by some accident—landslides, rockfalls sealing up the entrance. There are a dozen reasonable possibilities.” “But those who hunted you weren’t locked in,” objected Drake. “No,” Ventnor grinned ruefully. “No, they certainly weren’t. Maybe we drifted into their preserves by a way they don’t know. Maybe they’ve found another way out. I’m sure I don’t know. But I do know what / saw. “The noises, Martin,” I said, for his description of these had been the description of those we had heard in the blue valley. “Have you heard them since?” “Yes,” he. answered, hesitating oddly. | “And you think those—those soldiers you saw are still hunting for our” look like chaps who would give up a hunt easily—at least not a hunt for such novel, interesting, and therefore desirable and delectable game as we must have appeared to them.” | “Martin,” I said decisively, “where’s your pony? We'll try the hollow again, at once. There’s Ruth—and we’d never be able to hold back such numbers as you’ve described.” “You feel strong enough to try it?” CHAPTER IV Metal with a Brain _HE eagerness, the relief in his voice betrayed the tension, the anxiety which until new he had hidden so well; and hot shame burned me for my shrinking, my dread of again passing through that haunted vale. | Ps ; | “I certainly do.” I was once more master of myself. “Drake—don’t you agree?” | | | “Sure,” he replied. “Sure. I'll look after Ruth—er—I mean Miss Ventnor.” | | The glint of amusement in Ventnot’s eyes at this faded abruptly; his face grew somber. ' “Wait,” he said. “I carried away some—some exhibits from the crevice of the noises, Goodwin.” ) “What kind of exhibits?” I asked, eagerly. “Haven’t a doubt: of it,” he replied more cheerfully. “They didn’t ECOMC OOO (GO)