Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-11
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tosh coat His eyes. widely opened in
that quick glare which betokened some
thing oddly akin to hatred showed them
selves to be very ugly, very sinister eyes
indeed
II was beginning to fear you had for
gotten the way TO Armadale street You
no, nor Mr.. Fitzstephen neither-haven't
been near the place for many weeks now
And he, poor geu0emsn-well we can
look for him coming here no more. that's
sadly certain terrible affair that
Dear dear, how very unfortunate"
Very, said SAKE And the con
founded nuisance of an inquest tomorrow
also
IAN inquest?" one might have mag
ined that there was almost a startled
note in The old mans voice as he
turned
"Yes-lve plenty. to worry me without
you starting to complain. n | haven't
been here, you've not been the loser
have YOU"
Complaining Mr. SAKE the very
deer.' The old man made a hasty dis
claimer. His tone ran on in an almost
whining apology, as he led the way into
the little back shop
We always miss your visits sir and
the little lass has been dull-liie the last
weeks
Dull. has She" SAKE gave short
laugh How s the little sea pegrace ."
He did not wait for nor appear to pay
any heed to the old mans reply He had
followed him into the back parlor. low
RATED like the shop. and packed with a
heterogeneous collection Of furniture. and
was examining collection of prints that
wifi
ment on the smoke grimed walls. But
that he had heard was evident by the
words with which he broke in carelesslv
on Jexs flow Of talk.
Getting on well at school, is she2
That's good Cockney accent rpening,
suppose? ITows her mothers No need
to ask-her sort are"
He paused. for at that moment the
shop bell rang and. glancing over the cur
tain that obscured the lower half OF the
shop door SAKE saw that Jack Remington
had entered the shop.
lie went forward to meet him
Samuel ,Iex fingered a moment in the
low ceilinged parlor, a man whose face
was suddenly transformed by look Of
livid hatred, whose thin lips moved. ut
tering voiceIess imprecations
pose Of that bent figure. such maIignancy
In the suddenly curled lips and the wide
staring eyes. It almost seemed as
though. il looks were an index to the
thoughts of the heart. II wishes had sud
denly been vlvifed into deeds. perhaps
sensation loving London might have Civ.
en- a second mystery OF life and death to
qlost over when the later editions OF the
evening papers came reeknu hot from
the press
"Grandad Grandad' Mammys need
ing you
Al the sound of that shrill calling voice
a mask seemed to fan over Samuel lex S
face. yelling anger and hatred and malice
with that look Of hslf-smuing resignation
that had shown there as he stood looking
down the street. With a swift inter
rogatory glance a the men. SAKE and his
companion, now talking together in the
shop. he opened door that gave on 10 a
wooden staircase and went slowly up to
the rooms above the shop
Jack Rimington and Paul SAKE faced
each other in this little shop like eau
tious dueists
Rimngton was pale and strained-look
ing but master OF himself now; no longer
the uncertain hslf-dazed man Of the
morning He took in the surroundings Of
the place where SAKE had made his curl
Gus assignation with keen eyes The fact
did not escape SAKE
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