Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-10
THE KING OF
DIAMONDS
Copyright 1904, by Edward j. Clode.)
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
BY LOUIS TRACY.
n~ ANT l have a ught?" said
Philip, with head screwed

H| AN I l have hght?' said
Philip, with head screwed
round to ascertain if the doc
tor were following him
Some sense whether of sight or
hearing he knew not warned him of
movement near at hand, an impalpa-
BILE effort, a physical tension as of a
man laboring under extreme but re-
pressed excitement.
He paid little heed to it, All the
surroundings i'm their weird dwelling
were so greatly at variance with his
anticipation that he partly expected
to find further surprises.
DR.. Williams did not answer Philip
advanced hating foot, a hesitating
hand cropping for a door.
Instantly a stout rope fell over his
shoulders, a moose was tightly drawn
and he was jerked violently to the
stone floor of the passage He fell
prone on his face hurting his nose
and mouth. The shock Jared him
greatly, but his hands, IL not his arms.
were free, and, with the instinct of
preservation that replaces all
other sensations in moments of ex-
IRENE peril, he strove valiantly to
rise.
But he was grasped by the neck
with brutal force, and some one knelt
on his neck
philip Anson,' Kissed a mans
voice, do you remember Jocky
Mason?"
So he had fallen into a trap cum
ningly prepared by what fiendish
combination of fact and artifice he
had yet 10 learn. Jocky Mason the
skulkish criminal Of Johnson's News
was he in that mans power?
Under such conditions a man thinks
quickly. Philips first ordered thought
was one of relief. He had fallen into
the clutches of an English brigand
Money would settle thefs difficulty, if
all other means failed
Yes, yes he gurgIed, half
strangled by the fierce pressure on
you hit me once from behind. You
can't complain if ! do the same. You
sent me to living hell for ten years
not your fault that it wasn't for
ever. Lie still! Not all your money
can save you now. am judge and
jury. and hell itself. You are dyinq
-dying-dead!"
And with the final words drawIed
INTO his ears with bitter intensity.
Philip felt terrible blow descend on
ms head. There was no pain, no fear,
no poignant emotion at leaving all
~''N wa ~ tA'lt 81 uCCtI 10 IlIll Inpre
was an awful shock. A thunderCIOud
seemed to burst in his brain, and he
sank into the void without q groan.
Now, in falling, the hard. felt hat
ne wore dropped in front of his face.
The first wild movement of his head
tilted it forward. but the savage Jerk
given by his assailant brought the
rim slightly over his skull again.
In the almost complete darkness of
J the passage, Mason could not see the
slight protection this afforded to his
victim, and the sledge- hammer blow
he delivered with a e-preseryer-
that murderOus implement named so
utterly at variance with its purpose
did not reveal the presence Of an
obstacle
He struck with a force that would
nave stunned an OK: it must have
Killed any man, be he the hardest
skulled abortgine that ever breathed
But the stout rim of the hat, though
crushed like an eggshen. took off
some of the leaden Instruments ire
mendous impact. Philip, though lutte
lnsenstble, was not dead His SEN
tent faculties were annihilated for
the time, but his heart continued its
life giving functions and he breathsd
with imperceptible hutterings.