Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-08
1904. by Edward ]. Clode. }
r0.DAY'S INSTALLMENT.

s Arson noticed that the track, it was
Il eate-guarded bride path now, mount
steadily to the very threshold.
4 THE place stands on the edge of a
$f" he said.
& yes It was built by some recluse.
&rbe rock falls sheer, indeed slopes in
ard to some extent, for 300 feet"
Some day, suppose, it will fall into
he Sea.
& Probably but not in our time. Here
D. are Just allow me to hitch the
,..ps to the gatepost.,'
Il He Jumped lightly out of the dogcart.
Fl ARE there no servants"
4 only an old woman and her daugh--
H. They are busy at this hour"
Il Philip understood that a meal might
IN in preparation. He hoped not; per-
& onary he could not eat there.
Dr. Williams pressed the latch of an
d. fashioned door. He whispered:
BE as quiet as possible He may be
4 seep; If ne is, it will not be for long,
cor fellow"
Indeed, the doctor himself betrayed
z cue slight agitation now. He per-
splred somewhat, and his hand shook.
Arson followed him into a somber
Iartment, crudely furnished, half din
Ag room, half kitchen. Though the
/ ght Of a June evening was clear
Enough outside, the interior of the house
has gloomy in the extreme. There were
i me dark curtains shrouding door
Fay
Lady Morland is in there" muir
/ ured the doctor, brokenly. "Win you
L to herr"
Philip obeyed in silence. He passed
b7rough the curtains. 1t was so dark
. bat he imagined he must be in a pass
|ge with a door at the other end
Can't I have a light?" he asked,
Easty turning toward the room he had
/ st quilted.
In the neglected garden at the land
lard front of the Grange House the
Iorse stood patiently on three legs,
llminating. no doubt, on the steepness
Il hills and the excellence of pastures.
Nearly an hour passed thus, in SOL
Enn quietude. Then a boy on a bi-
scle, red faced with exertion. pedaled
Eanfully up the hill and through the
bic.
Il hope he's here" thought he. IT'S
long way to CO. for nothing"
Around his waist was a strap with a
ouch bearing the kings monogram.
l. ran up to the door and gave cou-
l. of thunderous knocks. the privi-
ged rat-tat of telegraph messenger.
There was a long delay. T?gsn
eavy step approached, and & man
bened the door. big. heavy faced
Ian, with eyes that STARED dreal&fully
ihd a nose damaged in LIES trSnSst.
philip Arson, Esquire said The
lpy, br1skly, producing a bpff-colosed
fvelope,
The man seemed to swallow some
king
Yes; he's here. Is that for him?"
Yes, sir. Any reply?'
The man took the telegram, closed
e door, and the boy heard his re
Feating footsteps. After some minutes
Z returned.
It's too late to reply tonight, isn't
+" he inquired
Yes, sir. 1t coom'd after hours, but
fey'd paid T. porterage l. Lunnon, SO
postmistress said yed mebbe like to
lev it at vance. I've ridden all t. way
Rae Scarsdale."
Late that evening, when the pro-
facted cleaning Of the north was fast
fielding to the shadows of a cloudy
light the big man from the Grange
House drove into Scarsdale. He pulled
u at the Fox and Hounds public house
/ e wanted Mr.. Green
Arson 5 valet came.
Your master says you are TO bring
Us portmanteau to the Grange House
f-night. He intends remaining there.