Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-27
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

Il turned and saw him-his leering,
snake-like eyes fastened on me and a
hideous smile on his awful facet"
She shuddered and seemed unable to
go on.
What did you do?" demanded the re-
porter.
81 was paralyzed with fear He locked
the door and came slowly toward me. He
picked up a knife that was lying on the
table-one of his samples-looked at me,
then put it down again.
Again the voice broke off abruptly and
Howell squirmed.
"Yes!" he exclaimed.
Then he said: You are the spy of
Victor Holt! So that's the way he got
his information Well, now I've got you
both" Then, without another word to
me he began looking through the tele-
phone book for a number 1 was SO pet
rified with fear that 1 couldn't even cry
out He found the number and then he
said, L have just learned that your friend,
Holt, Is at the Cafe Rossamano and three
of my men are there waiting for a word
from me to put him out of the way. I'm
going to give that word now and then
I'm going to settle with you.
1.-THE Knife on the Table"
"He took up the receiver and called
the number. All l could see were the
knives of the assassins plunging into
my brothers heart. 1 sprang upon him,
graspng the phone, and tried to call for
help, but he clapped his hand over my
mouth and held me. Then he asked for
Sevelli-Enrico Sevelli-the eldest of his
gang. In another instant it would have
been too late! Then my eyes fell upon
the knife on the table. l grasped it!
Oh, Cod
She broke off and held her arms across
her eyes as if to shut out the picture
of what followed. Howell arose silently
and put a hand on her shoulder. At last
her arm went down and she raised her
head.
Then what" he asked gently.
LAS he fell he grasped the house phone
and telephoned the office that he had
been stabbed by a woman, but before he
could speak my name he fell to the
floor
And they didn't get YOU" exclaimed
Howell, eagerly,
mo, reached the street in safety"
"Yes-then what?'
81 jumped into a taxi and drove to
the Rossamano My only thought was
to get to my brother with the Informal
tion | had secured"
you didn't think they had killed him?"
Il hoped they hadn't" she replied, and
a sudden hard CLINT came and passed into
her eyes. For they hadn't got the word
from Alvarez"
You bet they didn'tH' agreed Howell,
with grim enthusiasm.
az reached the Rossamano," continued
the girl, Just as my brother was coming
down the stairs. But before 1 could get
to him two men seized him and third
took hold of me-"
THAT'S where / butted ill.," nodded
Howell. with a look of mournful reproach
aft his battered fist why didn't I kill
him? But where did you go them"
Victor Holt Abducted.
81 saw my brother pushed into a cab
by those two men, | ran and ran, try
ing 10 catch it, butt couldn't, l
couldn't" And her voice broke.
~ see" nodded Howell. lie thought
swiftly for a minute or more. Then sud
denly
"Rut. look here" he exclaimed. "Why
should YOU he afraid? With this story
YOU walk clamly into police headquar-
iers and they'll start pnning medals on
you"
NO" returned the girl instantly.
THAT'S the one thing I can't do don't
know what they'd do to Victor
"Or course!" he frowned. They'll hold
him to keep you silent
The girl raised her eyes to his in per-
feet trust and confidence
Now are you going to give me up?"
she asked softly.
"Give you up?' he exploded. 81 should
say not'
"And 1 can trust you?"
Crust me! Why'-he took step for
ward and instantly two steps bacq.
"Don't look at me with-that way he
pleaded, with an attempt at his former
whimsical lighuness. you'll get my mind
off nv work. Sh'" he added in a whis-
uer. AS the outer door opened. and he be
gan to examine the newspapers on a file
rack as a thick-set man with iron gray