Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-23
The Conspiracy 7 7z If n1G 1n1e ;, wM
Story ofhe War Against the White SAale, in NezO York
:. The Boy Sleuth! Little Ne.
THE stenographer Did IT,"

The stenoerapher Did IT,"
Don't call me Little Nemo" beloved
the worlds greatest authority on crime.
Well. as an authority on crime" in
terposed Mr.. Christopher, with simple
craft, have you formed an opinion about
this mysterious affair at the Hotel Beau
mont?"
Nothing mysterious about that" growl-
ed the expert, but without his wonted
venom. Like most men of his type he
was as open to flattery as a child. TT
may be to you and lot of pin headed
detectives. They'll go off burning up
money and shoe leather to find those for
eigners that called on Morton. The one
they want to find is the stenographer.
What's her name? Mary-Mary Had
HAD
Mary had a little lamb" suggested
Howell.
mo, no." returned the distinguished
authority, seriously We'll, whatever her
name is-it isn't her name!"
''There you are!' exclaimed Howell, ad-
miringly. Simple as A B CT
You think the stenographer commit
ted the crime asked Mr.. Christopher,
hastily
81 know she did," declared Mr.. Claw
erins.
What motive could she have had In
killing her employer" inquired Mr.. Chris
topher, beginning to be really interested.
"Oh, ha! What was her motive?''
chuckled Mr.. Clavering scornfully. That's
where they all fall downfall except mel
I go right to the motive-she was there
to spy on him, to get information.
How do you know that?" asked the
other.
How do 1 know it?" snorted Mr.. Cla-
vering. Because I've got little common
sense. The desk was broken open and
all of his papers missing"
1.-THE Scarlet Band"
Couldn't these foreigners have taken
them?" objected Mr.. Christopher.
Yes, they could have, but they didn't"
retorted Mr.. Clavering. THE elevator
boy saw the man leave about o'clock
and 1 happened to know that the woman
left before the murder "Ha! Ha" he
chuckled, noting the look of interest on
HowelPs face. THE police didn't find
that out, but did! No, sir! Those for
eigners were friends of his-Italian OF
Spanish friends! No one knows who the
man was-a Mr. Morton, in the cutlery
business he grunted contemptuously.
NlOi -lIIdJ dLl TLIlBIlSU OF American
name-but did you ever hear of an Eng
lishman or an American wearing ear
rings?"
Earrings" exclaimed Mr.. Christopher,
vehemently 81 examined the lobes Of his
ears and theresa faint you could hardly
see them-were the scars of old earrings
holes. All! All! Morton nothing! He
was an Italian or a Spaniard, q member
of pnnnjnO hn ~ OF
maybe. don't know yet-but l will!'
Hear, hear" exclaimed Howell. 1.-THE
Scarlet Band"
Yes. the Scarlet Band. I suppose"
snarled the author. that you're one of
these smart Alexis that think that Scar
let Bands myth"
"Oh, no. 1 don't" returned Howell,
smiling.
well, it's not!' snapped Mr.. Clavering.
Il can tell you that. I've written four
stories on the Scarlet Band-every one OF
EN- based on fact. Have you seen this
afternoons paper?" he demanded, clutch
ing it off the table, where Mr. Shipman
had laid it. Conspiracy to kill Holt!
Assistant district attorney receives
threatening letter from the Scarlet Band"
holt! Huh! There's another Mr.
Know-lt- All. I went to his office about
three months ago and told him Just how
he could catch those fellows-and offer ed
to help him, too, for nothing! But do
you suppose he would listen to me? No,
He laughed at me-insuted me! III get
even with him-Ha! If those fellows got
him, that would square the account
wouldn't it,"
But, Mr.. Clavering," edged in the SUI
perintendent, with the air of one anxious
to return to an unfinished topic. About
this murder at the Hotel Beaumont this
afternoon. Why did this stenoerapher
have to kill the man? Wasn't that talk
ing pretty big chance to get some in
formation"
"cafe Rossamano."
don't think she intended to kill him."
replied Mr.. Clavering, instantly
You dont?"
"No."
why not?' ventured Mr.. Christopher
ION account of the telephone" replied
the noted authority in the manner of a
man explaining to a particularly stupid
child. THE desk telephone was on the
floor when the man was found and 1
learned from central that at f1ve-t thirty
Morton called up the Cafe Rossamano on
this private wire"
"Cafe Rossamano," exclaimed How
ell, with a start, and as his brain whrled
rapidly he caught his breath. why"
His lips closed down suddenly and he
tried to look unconcerned.
WHAT" snapped Mr.. Clavering.
Nothing" Howell assured him hastily
well, a man that interrupts CONVEX
sation with nothing is HI OF an add
ton to an argument" Mr.. Clavering told
him Now
MIR. Clavering." called Miss Towne
from the door, Miss Baker will see you
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