Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-12
A Tale of Love. Mystery and Nd
venture
Written from sne play OF the same name,
now being produced by Robert Hi
Hard at the Criterlcr theatsr,
New YORK city.
CopyriElt. 1872 ly Journal Anne. l.aH-
Examiner.
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

TODAY'> INSTALLMENT
TT has evidently leaked out thar -A. :
here. replied Kavror. "Fhgr may Ha
reporters-:hev may he police detectives
Bruce has the whole f--ce se5~.a.1S g..
her. can -s,r her OUT without H7r-a'-
ing ny hand an SO can g alone. Is"
there = hack VIZ -Ezt .-E er"' .-.a-e
with : - 20 -hs rr-s'
IT'S iurco<sl Bic
let T.. e alone. sagges.sa Miss Ma
ruret
no. nc. declared Eayr0n. positively.
He glanced about and noticed that Nre.s-
Ter ha6 left re han door open He quick
IL closed Il s-E turned - Mrs Martin
You've got 20 60" he commanded. in
voice that carried al unuistakahle
threat The woman 1g.ve-ed and drew
herself W. She was white as chalk ami
her bosom heavsd, but the eyes we're
steady and brave.
II shall not leave this house." she re
piled
Mrs Martin. tho mon who are watch
ing this house are operatives Of the gov
eminent secret service said kayton,
swiftly. and the woman choked back
cry. Some one living here has been ut
terlng counterfeit money. I can not have
Miss Mazuret involved in q scandal of
that sort I didn't tell You at once, be
cause | didn't want TO alarm YOU unneces-
sarilv"
MY God" moaned the woman. her
hands pressed TO her face. Kayton
watched her for moment in a dead 81
Ience Then she made q quick rush for
the door. But he barred the way
Wait a moment" he said grimly i
can't permit you To speak to any one in
this house or do anything to defeat the
law in this matter
She stared at him and her lips barely
moved as she asked: "Who is it,
81 am not allowed To tell YOU
Mrs. Martin Oefes Him.
Her eyes questioned again, but he shook
his head.
Il advise you to go with Miss Maauret.
viii your"
mo-" she gasped, defantly. His Jaw
clicked and he stared at her moment
from under narrowed lids
Very well. then, said he quietly, sit
down minute" Mechanically she obey
ed. and he stood opposite, talking 10 her
across the table, his back 10 the closed
door
Mrs. Martin. my own men are watch
ing the house. The personal which you
answered was a plant" She halt-started
up with an exclamation and then sank
back as II crushed.
There was no such legacy" he went on
swiftly Il had information from San
Francisco which led me TO believe that
YOU might answer some such advertise
ment. was curious about your connec-
ton with the counterfeiters. so I put Miss
HEa1 ID,
curiosity"
The woman covered her face with her
hands and swayed in her chair as he
swiftly raped out the damning sentences
81 discovered that your husband, Dr.
Kreisler, and yourself are engaged with
others in a gigantic counterfeiting scheme
Now, Mrs. Martin, I can not make YOU
any promise OF immunity from prosecu-
ton, but YOU know that II you do what
is right by assisting the law that fact will
be taken into consideration by the prose-
cutting officers. may be able 10 assist YOU
there, but In return YOU must do some
thing for me
He paused and waited.
What asked the woman almost m
sudibly.
He leaned toward her and in = low,
steady voice
= want to know who killed James Ar
gyle,"
The woman sprang TO her feet with a
half smothered Shrek and faced him with
wildly staring eyes
why do you ask me that she cried.
81 don't know don't know"
You're the one person who does know"
declared Kayton, grimly.
II don't know anything about uv
You do,-and YOU can save yourself
by telling"
Mrs. Martin gripped the table and
leaned toward him. her eyes staring into
his with the wild glare OF maniac
II don't care for myself she cried. 81
don't care but for one hing in this
world!-what are you going to do with
Or Kreisler' What are you going 10 do
with Or. Kre1sler?"
Her voice rose psssionately, but Kay
ton shook his head,
"kayton Has Trapped U.s."
Il can't DO anything for Or. Kreisler "
he replied, bruskly.
You must, You SHALL screamed the
woman. as the door was flung open and
Kreisler himself sprang into the room.
What's this? What's the natter he
demanded, looking quickly from one to
the other His wife stabbed a. the de-
teetive with a rigid forednGcr aud gulpcd
hard before she could utter Word. and
her voice was a hoarse rattle
This man is Nayton, He has trapped
ue,"
The mex instant the door was shut
and locked ard Nreisler advanced into
the room. saving quietly.
Quietly, my dear-quietly lie also is
- the trap. Now his mouth set grim
y what is it,"
T[ayton felt 9 quick thrill Of admiration
--+Ae respect for courage a brave man
Always feels wherever he meets IT,
"Dr. Kreisler," he replied, almost cour.
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