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He chuckled as he thought of the futile efforts of the police to find him. But there was one thing he had slipped up on. Because he thought all the guards in the armored truck and its convoying car had been killed, he and his men had not covered their faces. ONE guard, named Thome, was not knocked unconscious by the explosion. He had been thrown into some bushes, unhurt, and he had had self-possession enough to lie quiet while the Phantom and his men went right past him. If they had known he was alive they would undoubtedly have shot him. Thorne got a good look at the Phantom and was able to describe him to the police — slight, dark, with a low, receding forehead. More, Thorne knew he would recognize the Phantom if he ever saw him again. For some time Captain McGinley, of the Pittsburgh police, had felt sure, without any definite proof, that the Phantom was using the coal mines as a means of escape and a hideout. The discovery of a mine shaft just over the hill from the scene of the explosion made him sure of this. The question was, how could the police ever track their quarry down in such a maze of tunnels? The Phantom must know the mines far better than any other man alive. He could twist and turn, eluding them at every point. However, now that it was possible to identify him, there was new hope, and McGinley was spurred on to evolve _ a clever ruse to bring the criminals out into the open. He called in the sister-in-law of one of his detectives and asked her to spread gossip among her friends that the police were planning to pour poison gas into a lot of the deserted mine shafts and then close the openings. "We're not going to do that," he explained to her. "It isn't practical; there isn't enough poison gas in the world to impregnate those old mines. But your brother-in-law is a detective, and if you say we're going to do it, people will believe you. I want the news to leak to the Phantom, so that if he and his gang are hiding in some old shaft they'll get scared, come out and try hiding in some deserted house. The detective's sister-in-law did her work well. Within two days everyone in the state was whispering about the police's crazy plan to poison-gas the mines. On March 13 Captain McGinley was working in his office when the phone rang. A lieutenant answered it. "Is Captain McGinley there?" a man's voice asked. "Who's calling?" "I don't want to give my name. Tell him it's a citizen who wants to help him." McGinley took the call. "There's a gang of fellows who came out here yesterday," his unknown informant told him, "and they don't seem to belong here. They've all left except one — a little fellow with a flat head." "Where's he?" McGinley asked excitedly. "Staying in an old house on Walker Road. You go by the Highland Falls Fork, take the right-hand road, and it's the third house. There are no other houses right near it." There was a click on the other end of the wire as the man hung up. In half an hour, Captain McGinley and fifteen men had surrounded the white house on Walker Road. It stood silent and apparently deserted in the bright sunlight. Not a sound came from inside as they approached, zigzagging lest the Phan tom start to shoot. They broke down the door and entered. There was no one on the lower floor. "If there's anybody in this house show yourself!" Captain McGinley called. "If you don't we'll shoot on sight." Still no sound. They went upstairs. And in one of the bedrooms they found a man, apparently asleep. Yawning, he demanded; "What yer mean, waking up a guy like this?" "A lot of sleeping you've been doing with all this noise going on!" snapped McGinley. He yanked the blankets off, disclosing the man fully dressed. The prisoner stood up with a sneer on his face, thinking himself secure because no one had ever seen his face to identify him. Then Thorne came into the room. "That's him !" he exclaimed. "That's the Phantom himself!" Jawarski was one of the strangest prisoners the Pittsburgh police had ever captured. He made no attempt to deny his guilt. In fact, he boasted of the dozens of perfect crimes he had committedboasted of his murders, and of how loot was distributed to his gang according to the amount of killing each man had done. He was sentenced to the electric chair, and locked in an escape-proof cell in death row. But he was not ready for death yet. A few days before he was to be executed, Jawarski was talking to a murderer named Vasbinder in the next cell. Vasbinder was frightened. He was to be executed the next day and he admitted he was scared. "I ain't scared of nothing, and I ain't gonna fry, neither," said Jawarski. YOU can't get out of here — they got double guards," Vasbinder said. "Listen, I can get out of anything," Jawarski whispered. "I'm getting out of here right now. Want to come along?' A few minutes later a guard came with news that a visitor wanted to see Jawarski. "I want to see him, too," Vasbinder said. "He's a fellow that's trying to gel another lawyer for me." The convicts and their visitor were separated by two heavy doors of steel mesh and guards were stationed on both sides The man who had come to see Jawarski talked for a minute to the prisoners, then suddenly whipped out a revolver he had concealed on his person and shot the guard on his side of the mesh through the heart. Another shot, and he had disposed of the guard with Jawarski and Vasbinder. While he fumbled for the keys on the guard's dead body, Jawarski and Vasbinder removed their guard's gun Quickly the "visitor" unlocked the doors between him and the prisoners. Two more guards came plunging into the room. Jawarski whirled, pulled the trigger of his gun twice, and they fell. Out through the visitors' room the three men went, down a corridor to a gate. Vasbinder fumbled with the bunch of keys taken from the dead guard, trying to find the right one, while Jawarski and his accomplice kept watch down the corridor. Already the prison siren was shrieking. At last Vasbinder found the key and opened the gate. They ran across the space in front of the prison while machinegun bullets whipped the ground at their feet. A short distance away was their car, waiting for them. They made it, drove away into the night. IT seemed as if some malign providence kept watch over Jawarski. If luck had not favored him at every turn he could never have carried out so daring and hazardous a plan of escape. Convinced of his own power now, Jawarski began his