Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-13
=: BROADWAY JONES ::
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Jackson put up the receiver and for a
moment stumbled blindly about the room
The result of his folly of the night before
was not confined to his enga cement to the
elderly Mrs Gerard alone
Twenty three, twenty three-and the
butler speaks Japanese" he mumbled to
himself. 81 can't win bet" His eye
caught the exposed leaf of his desk diary.
And it's the thirteenth of the month,
too. I'll never forget this day"
For the first time since he had learned
that his dinner of the night before had
added just 50, 1913 to his Indebtedness to
the world, he became conscious of the fact
that Rankin was still in the room. watch
ing him in sort of dumb wonder. Broad
way pulled himself together
You pay the chief months salary and
let him 60" he directed to the butler
Tell him | don't like his cooking any
more
Shall | engage a new man. SIR" asked
Rankin.
Jones answer was intended to be de-
cisive as to both the butler and the cook.
No, won't need any" he said. Didn't
just tell you that l expected to locate
in Egypt"
Rankin smiled again. But as he was
determined this time to leave his master
no Ioophole of escape he took care to walk
toward the door as he answered:
Egypt! Oh, what a delightful coun
try, sir. | lived there for two Years. TN
be OF service to you, I'm sure, on the en-
tlre trip. I'll tell the chef sir
But jackson had forgotten the butler
long before he had passed through th-
door.
Wenty three - twenty three" NUT
tered Broadway, as he opened the door
OF the room in which Wallace vas deem
IN mass of bills. with rumpled hair try
ing to add the many small items that
made up the large whole Wallace locked
up with frown as Jones stood on the
rug before the door Broadway FASTENED
to give his information
when you get that total. Bob" he
said, just add twenty three hundred ana
twenty three dollars to it,
What's that for?" Wallace asked
sharply.
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. that is, said
jackson in a dry tone
series Of bitter reflections from Wal
lace on combination of $2323 worth of
| vintage" with a spendthrift and an ell
| derby widow had driven Broadway from
the room where Bob sat at the desk. He
was walking uneasily up and down in his
| drawing roOm''-he called ii Tat be
cause of sundry operations with works
performed there-when Rankin entered
! with the card of visitor who much de-
sired to see Jackson. The name Peter
Pembroke told him nothing. but as RAN
kin was quite positive that Pembroke was
J al inn, Ii
rected that he be shown in
| moment later fiorid man with white
hair, carefully dressed in a well-ftting
morning suit and carrying the latest thing
in English headwear. STROBE brskly in.
'Ah. Mr.. Jones, I'm Mr. Pembroke" he
said, and then waited, as though he ex-
pected that the mere name would produce
an effect He seemed slightly disap-
pointed when Jones merely said:
''Sit right down. Mr.. Pembroke Make
yourself right at home"
| The elderly, though keen faced and
alert, man took a chair
"Of course you expected me" he re
sumed with a return of his air of eXpecta-
ton.
Broadway felt a sudden tug of fear AT
his heart. Perhaps this might be the first
of his creditors to run him.
Expected you?" repeated Jackson
DULY, while he waited for the other to
produce a bill or a court order.
But his caller did nothing of the sort.
His manner was still easy AMI friendly.
He resumed;
'Why, yes. Didn't Mr. SpotsWood wire
you that I'd CALI" Then. as he saw
that the name did not awaken any mem
DRY in Jackson he added: Judge Spots
wood attorney at law, Jonesvile, Conn -
| AN OLD FRIEND,
| Relieved to find that the man was APP
parently not a creditor, Jones exclaimed:
"Oh, you mean old Judge Spotswood. of
Jonesvillel Sure. l know him. l know his
whole family well, Why, he did not
wire me-" Then he remembered the
! telegram which Rankin had brought
| to him, but which he had slipped into
his pocket. He brought it out. Nov.
what do you think of that? | forgot
to open it.
Broadway had hardly begun to read the
| first words of the telegram when the
other arrested his attention by saying in
warm tone;
"You have my deepest sympathy, Mr..
Jones knew your uncle well. A fine,
able man"
| L.