Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-11
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axe some more
How can II II is impossible. III
haven't got an oX-head, like you"
Mason placed the lamp on a central
table It's rays fell on Philips hat.
Something In its appearance caught
the mans eye, He picked up the hat
and examined 1t critically
do you know" he said, EfTer O
silence broken only by Greniers
deep breathing, Il fancy didn't kall
him, after all"
"Not-kill him? why-gne was dead
in that chair-for an hour"
Perhaps I hit hard enough, ban
this hat must have taken some OF t.
When you were busy l though hae
chest heaved slightly. And Just new
when carried him outside, he seemed
to move"
Rot"
TT may he. I struck very hard"
Grenier sat up.
even If you are right" he niue
tered, at does not matter. He fell
three hundred feet. The fall alone
would kill him. And, IL he ir9
drowned. and the body Is picked up
1t is better so. Don't you see! Ever
II he were recognized he would be
drowned. not-n t Well, HE
death would be due to natural
causes"
He could not bring himself 70 sss
'murdered"-an ugly word.
IF you we're not such q mInxsOp
there would be- no fear Of his being
recognized"
But Grenier laughed a hollow ant
unconvincing laugh; nevertheless, 81
was sign of recovery.
What nonsense we are talking. Al
To-. ~
North Sea. Who is he7 Not PHILIP
Arson, surely! Philip Arson is gayly.
gadding about England on hts private
affairs Where is Green? Hunter
go and tell Green to bring my traps
here instantly. I wish him to return.
to town on an urgent GRAND"
There was CLINT OF admiration hi
Mason's eyes. Here was one with
Anson's face, wearing Anson's
clothes, ana addressing him in An
sons voice.
That's better" he chuckled. ~By
Cd, you're clever when your head
Is clear"
Now be off for Green. You know
what to say"
You will be q lone, win you De
afraid?"
The srPeer was the last stimulant
Grenier needed.
The Inventory.
III you were called on 10 stand Ia
Philip Anson's boots during the next
week or ten days my good friend. =
he quietly retorted, you would be
afraid sixty times in every hour. Your
job has nearly ended; mine has bare.
| ly commenced. Now leave me-"
Nevertheless, he quilted that cham :
Der OF death carrying with him ali
that he needed, and hurrying over
the talk while he could yet hear the
dogcart rafting down the hill.
He commenced with an inventory
Of Philips pockets
| His eyes srarkled at The sight Of
a well filled pocketbook, with a hum
dred pounds in notes stuffed therein: .
! cards, q small collection of letters.
and other odds and ends. Among
Philips books was Bvelyn's hurried
note of that morning, and on it a
penciled memorandum:
"Sharpe left for DevOnshirs yess
| terdaY. Lady M. wrote from York.
shire"
That was a neat stroke thought
| Grenier, with a srniie-when he
smiled he least resembled Philip. Be
ing a man of affairs, Arson promptly
went to the Morlands' solicitors. i
was sure Of It. I wonder how Jimmie
arranged matters with Sharpe ] will
know tomorrow at York"
A check book in another pcckss
added to his JOY.
THE hast rock out of my path he
cried, aloud, That saves two dayE.
/ The bait took. BY Jove! I'm in luciSs
way!"
To Be Continued To- morrow.