Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-06-07
The Mischief Maker
By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHELM

not? Kill me If you choose. but warn
you il you do the whole of Germany will
rise against you and your cause"
Don't let him escaper someone shout
ed from the platform.
Gag him.
1T Is our fatei"
He is ours!'
"A ropeT
There W . no mistaking the feeling Of
the men. Julien whispered swiftly in Ken
bricks ear simultaneously his right arm
shot out. The man who guarded the door
felt his neck suddenly twisted back. Ken
bricks. snatched the key from his hand
and thrust II in the lock Someone struck
him a violent blow on the head. He
reeled. but was still able to turn the
key. They came then with howl from
all parts of the room. Julien felt storm
o. blows. Falkenberg. with one swoop
o. his long arm, disposed Of their nearest
assailant.
Get off. man." Hendricks ordered.
you frstr
The door was wide open now. They
half stumbled, half fell into the outer
cafe. The orchestra stopped playing,
people rose to their feet. Before they
well knew what was happening, Fa1ken-
berg had slipped through their midst
and passed out of the door. One Of the
pursuers. with a howl Of rage, sprang
after him, but he tripped against an
AUDITING marble table and fell. Ken
bricks and Julien stepped quietly to
one side. threading their way among
the throng Of customers in the cafe.
Loud voices shouted for an explanation.
TT was a pickpocket," some one
called out from among those who came
streaming from the room-"a tall man
with wound on the forehead. Did no
one see him?'
They looked towards the door.
He passed out so swiftly" they
murmured.
Several OF them had already reached
the door of the cafe and were rushing
down the street in the direction which
Falkenberg had taken.
There were two others" a grim
voice shouted from behind.
A waiter who had seen the two men
sit down, looked doubtfully toward
them. Hendricks pushed a note into
his hand.
Serve us with something quickly"
he begged.
The man pocketed the note and set
before them the beer which he was
carrying. Hendricks, whose knuckIes
we're bleeding, laid his hand under the
table Julien took a long drink of the
beer and began to recover his breath.
$50 far" he declared II have found
your evening with the masses a little
boisterous."
Hendricks laughed
wait till my hand has stopped bleed
ing" he said. land we will slip, out
That was a narrow escape for Falken-
berg. What pluck the fellow must
have"
cit seems almost like a foolhardy
risk" Julien muttered. eff those fell
lows could have got at him, they'd
have killed him. Have they gone back
to their room. I wonder? Let US hear
what the people say about the affair"
He called to one Of the head walters.
What was the disturbance" he
asked.
The man shrugged his shoulders.
TT was a meeting in one of the pri-
Vate rooms of the cafe" he declared. "a
meeting of some society. They were
taking a vote when they discovered a
He bolted out of the room.
They say that he has got away"
Ibid he steal much ?''s Julien inquired.
The man shook his head.
"a watch and chain, or something Of
the sort" he told them. THE excite
ment is all over now. The gentlemen
have gone back to their meeting"
Julien smiled and finished his beer
lis our evening at an end, KEN
dricks?" he asked.
Hendricks shook his head
Not quite" he replied. binding his
around his knuckles. ''Ir |
you are ready. there is just one other |
call we might make"
more German brasseries?'
Hendricks smiled grimly.
Not tonight. We climb once more |
the hill We pay our respects to Mon
sieur Albert.
1.-THE Rat Mort?'