Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-20

to dor"
Something perfectly easy. Find the
real murderer"
She looked at him with fascinated ter
rifed eyes and in that moment he looked
such a thing of evil that at once all
doubts she had had of his guilt were dis
spated
She leaned toward him suddenly You
are the man" she said
A Forced Silence.
Levasseur laughed, not whit taken
ahack.
"Excellenuy dramatic but a trihe
archaic, my dear Mrs. Darlington. No,
am not the man-nor. unfortunately, can
tell you his name, 1t all sounds so mad.
But, candidy, l should consider anybody
fool who believed it. It's a fact, new
ertheless-I know the man who did the
murder, but l can not speak. The fact
is that since-for a certain number of
months have thrown in my lot with a
gang of-what you would Eli thieves
most excellent light-hearted craftsmen
geniuses in their way-when, from one
thing and another, Paris became a trife
tropical--we decided to try London. In
London here. the brother of our chief
carries on a very magnficent- He
broke off abruptly and laughed, with
very evident sense of enjoyment But
may not tell tales Not, dear Edith, from
any mistaken idea of honor but merely
because the eXigencies of the rule demand
1t, To split on a pal and save myself
would be merely TO escape the hangman's
moose to fall by the edict of our society,
so | am tongue tied OH I recognize it
sounds incredible That is why ! have to
call upon you, my friend
For a moment Mrs. Darlington Won
dered if the man were mad. But there
a ring of sincerity in his voice.
certain suggestion of fear and despair in
his bold eyes that drove the thought from
her Nothing was impossible in this
world-that was the experience life had
taught her. Another woman might have
been less ready to believe the mans as
founding story but She knew Paris-the
seamy side Of Through Anthony Bar
rngtons eyes.
II can not help you, she said, with
an almost childish fatility. III you can
not tel The name of the murderer, how
can | discover him? 1t is so like you TO
Set me TO make ropes OF sand. 10 fling
me into a pit with sheer. polished walls
and bid me climb out of it."
Edith, if you help me- give you my
word | shall never modest you again.
A Threat.
oh don't mock me- She stood up.
The interview had lasted TOO long already;
every moment she dreaded lest some one
would come. She had all a woman's ig-
lorant terror of the dealings of the law.
Levasseur stood up beside her and
caught her iercely by the arms, staring
INTO her face with angry, compelling
eyes.
NJ
in a trap" he Kissed. "You think that
will be desd-that the world will forget
that | shall be afraid to speak! All, you
do not know me-or you have forgotten.
The world Will hear much. very much,
will make your name thing Of nfamy
throughout the length and breadth OF
England. The man you call your husband
win not dare to raise his head Your
child will be branded"
She shuddered in his grip aud he re-
leased her. so that she sta ggered back
wards.
You must do your worst" she said,
for can do nothing
"You can bring tn Eight man TO JUS
tice," he repeated. "You have money and
influence set me free and you are free
also" He cast an ugly word infher teeth.
Woman, don't YOU see that but for you |
wouldn't be here2 If you had sent me
the money you promised would not
have been in Tempest street that
night"
Edith harrington turned on him. her
eyes alight with the fierce courage of
creature brought to bay
Il was as helpless then as | am now.
she cried. IL had no money have no
money now ! have no means of ind
ing the murderer
He interrupted her with a singular
catch in his throat.
mo-" he murmured, very distinctly.
perhaps not. But what of your sister
Betty what of her, eh?'
The Veil Is Lifted.
lack Rimington read his aunts's let
ter through for the second time then,
folding it with mechanical neatness.
laid il on the able beside his plate Mrs.
Ames. the landlady. bringing in the
breakfast tray at that moment was star
tied into words a the sight of his face
My, YOU do look tagged out, sir, she
! said with the JUNCTION that drops from
! the lips of women Of certain type at the
very thought of illness or misfortune.
mo bad noos, hope"
"No unexpectedly bad news" Riming-
ton said, MY uncle, who is always
something of an invalid, is somewhat
worse
"And you'll be going down TO see the
old gentleman, | should SUPPOSE" the
old body FASTENED to say. And a good
thing. too It's fairl ybeat me why
young gentleman like YOU should keep
himself mewed and moped up in London
at this time of the year"