Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-20
The Gates of Silence
OF LOVE, MYSTERY AND HATE, WITH A THRILLING PoR.
TRAVAIL LIFE BEHIND

dOlIiAt H. W lAat - tioi NOd WISH INC
to dor
"somethlno perfectly easy. Find the
real murderer"
She looked at him with fascinated ter
rified 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
sipated
She leaned toward him suddenly You
are the man" she said.
Forced Silence.
Levasseur laughed, not a whit taken
aback
"ExceIently dramatic, but trihe
archaic, my dear Mrs. Darlington. No,
am not the man-nor, unfortunately, can
/ tell you his name 1t all sounds SO mad
But, candidly l should consider anybody
a fool who believed it. It's a fact. new
ertheless-I know the man who did the
murder, but | can not speak. The fact
is, that since-for a certain number of
months-I have thrown in my lot with a
gang of-what you would cli thieves
most excellent, light-hearted craftsmen,
geniuses in their way-when, from one
thing and another. Paris became trifie
tropical-we decided to try London. In
London here, the brother of our chief
carries on a very magnificent He
very. evident sense of enjoyment But I
may not tell tales. Not, dear Edith, from
any mistaken idea of honor, but merely
because the eXigencies of the rule demand
it, 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, L recognize it
sounds Incredible That is why ] have to
call upon you, my friend
For moment Mrs. Darlington won
dered if the man were mad But there
was a ring of sincerity in his voice, a
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
rington's eyes
81 can not help YOU" she said, with
an almost childish fatility. If you can
not tell the name of the murderer, how
can | discover him? 1t is so like you to
set me to make ropes of sand, to fling
me into pit with sheer polished walls
and bid me climb out Of it."
Edith if you help me, l give you my
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-
norant terror of the dealings of the law.
Levasseur stood up beside her and
caught her fercely by the arms, staring
into her face with angry, compelling
eyes.
"You would leave me to die like rat
in a trap?" he Kissed. "You think that !
will be dead-that the world Will forget
that shall be afraid to speak, An, you
do not know me-or you have forgotten.
The world Will hear much, very much. !
will make your name a thing OF infamy
throughout the length and breadth Of
England. The man you call your husband
will not dare to raise his head. Your
child will be branded"
She shuddered in his grip and he re
leased her, so that she staggered back
wards
"You must do your worst" she said,
for [ can do nothing
"You can bring tn right man 10 JUS
tice.' he repeated. you have money and
infiuence-set me free and you are free
also" He cast an ugly word in her teeth.
woman, don't you see that but for you
wouldn't be here? If you had sent me
the money YOU promised I would not
have been in Tempest street that
night"
Edith Darlington 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 II had no money. ] have no
p0yu have no means of find
ing the murderer
He interrupted her with singular
catch in his throat
mop" he murmured, very distinctly.
perhaps not. But what of your sister
Betty--what of her. eh?'
The Veil Is Lifted.
Jack Remington read his auntss let
ter through for the second time; then,
folding it with mechanical neatness,
laid it on the table beside his plate. Mrs.
Ames, the landlady, bringing in the
breakfast tray at that moment was star
tied into words at 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 a certain type at the
very thought of illness or misfortune.
mo bad noos, l hope"
mo 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, I should suppose the
old body FASTENED to say. and a good
thing. too. It's fairl ybeat me why a
young gentleman like you should keep
himself mewed and moped up in London
at this time of the year"
To Be Continued Tomorrow