Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-28


What had he heard? How much had he
heard? The question beat itself out with
the hammering of the woman's hurried
pulses.
1t was not possible to know how long
he had stood there; but an instinct not
to be denied told her that he had been
there from the beginning And what did
he drink? Why had he not, as he usual
ly did, down to the most minute trifles,
questioned her as to the nature of the call
that had brought her from the couch tD
answer the telephone?
His silence oppressed her, terrified her,
as no questioning could have done.
Fate's Pawn.
Jack Rimingtons breath came quickly
as he sank into the corner of the empty
carriage into which he had swung him
self just as the train began to move out
of the station. II had been a sharp run to
catch this, the first nonstop train of the
morning service from Weybourne to Pad
dington, and a the end he had all but
missed it, owing to the idiotic laundering
of the police at the outside gate
I'm have a word to say to that fell
low when get back" Rimington said to
himself, grimy Then his face changed.
When he got back! There was something
too predetermined in that thought to be
satisfying or pleasant
The morning was gray and cold--one
of those grim mornings that fail some
times by accident into a week of perfect
weather IN its light Rimington's face
looked gray, too-amazingly aged, like the
face of a man who has slept little and
dreamed Ill dreams.
AS a matter of fact Remington, after
his parting with Betty. had not even gone
through the farce of going to bed; he had
slipped up through the darkness when he
got back to the Red House, thankful to
escape any curious eyes or questioning
tongues, to the long room under the roof
that had been his ever since he could
remember the Red House at all, and
paced the hours of the night out striving
to find some clew to the labyrinth in
which he and Betty found themselves.
That the girl was entirely innocent of
any knowledge whatever of how Fitz-
stephen died ne was more than ever con-
cinced, and yet he knew that it was a
conviction based on no legal ground.
If Mrs. Darlington had been more
accomplished eavesdroper, and had re-
sisted that impulse Of an imperfectly sti-
to flight after those first impassioned
words of Rimngton's which she had
caught, she would have heard what would
have given the answer to many of the
weary questions that had all night long
knocked at the door of her heart.
Betty had met the challenging question
her lover flung at her with a great sur
prise.
mo. Jack You see, it's all so, amaz-
ing But, of course, it is strange Why
were you there?"
And before the innocence OF her eyes
Remington had. felt his courage break.
1t wasn't possible to tell her what, when
he put the question, his impulse had been
to tell her that he had been there in
Tempest street to work vengeance on the
man who ruined his brother, and that. if
/ she persisted in her threat of speaking of
her presence there, he would forestal her
by confession as to his own. Instead,
he had flashed out the truth:
II was therefor the same reason as
you Betty, darling l went to Tempest
street to see Paul Sake" And before she
could speak he had blurted out, quickly:
Betty, isten l want to know nothing
You do not care to tell mel shall never
want to know that; only it would be dis
honest for me to pretend that l did not
know so much for SAKE told me so him
self
He had watched Betty's face flush and
pale while he told her exactly the story
while he told her exactly the story SAKE
had told him, and asked her directly how
true or how false the mans account of
the matter was.
Betty Furious.
"He told you that
Watching her closely, Rimington could
see that the girl was furiously angry at
the breach of confidence, and a spirit Of
esprit de corps had urged him to the de-
Tense of Sake
1T wasn't an ordinary breach of con-
fidence, Betty. 1t was because your safe
ty was at stake that he spoke And he's
explained things-he seems your friend,
Betty. But tell me. dear, can you remem-
Der. was it before or after you saw SAKE
that you encountered Fitzstephen?'
81 never saw him'-she blurted out,
and Rimington knew it was Fitzstephen'
that she meant. because she stopped
short, in sore distress a this admission.
"Oh. Jack, don't question me-don't-
don't! Perhaps the memory of it all will
come back in the night, but Just now it's
all vague, like the detached fragments of
an almost forgotten dream"
Continued Tomorrow.