Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-11

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founded knock! 1t Jared my spine /.
Take some more brandy"
How can 1? It is impossible. I
haven't got an ox-head, like you
Mason placed the lamp on q central
table. Its rays fell on Philips hat.
Something in it's appearance caught
the mans eye. He picked up the hat
and examined 1t critically. oo enc
do you know" he said, after q i
silence broken only by GrenierSs
deep breathing, II fancy didn't XIII
him, after ALL" -~
'Not-kill him? why-he was dead
in that chair-for an hour" v A..
Perhaps. hit hard enough, but
this hat must have taken some of it.
When you were busy, l though his q
chest heaved slightly. And just now,
when carried him outside, he seemed
to move" ~~ %
Rot" -s
1T may be. I struck very hard /.
Grenier sat UP.
Even If you are right" he NUT
tered, at does not matter. He fell
three hundred feet The fall alone
would kill him. And, If he, ssis
drowned, and the body is picked up,
II Is better SO. Don't you see Even
II he were recognized he would be
drowned not--1 t Well, his
death would be due to natural
causes"
He could not bring himself to say
''murdered"-an ugly word. -
III you were not such a millSsop.g
there would be no fear Of his being
recognised"
But Grenier laughed a hollow ana,
unconvincing laugh nevertheless, IL
was sign of recovery.
what nonsense we are talking. A
naked man, floating, dead, in the,
North Sea. Who is he? Not Philip
Arson, surely! Philip Arson Is gayly
| gadding about England on his private
affairs. Where is Green? Hunter
go and tell Green to bring my traps
here instantly. 1 wish him to return
to town on an urgent errand."
There was CLINT Of admiration IN
Mason's eyes. Here was one with
Anson's face wearing Anson's
clothes and addressing him in An
sons voice.
That's better" he chuckled. @By
lie clear
Now be off for Green. You know
what to say
You will be lone Will you be
afraid?"'
The sheer was the ast stimulanS
| Grenier needed.
The Inventory. .....
IF you were called on to stand in a
Philip Anson's boots during the next
week or ten days, my good friend, = !,
he quietly retorted, LOU would be
afraid sixty times In every hour. Your "
job has nearly ended; mine has bare-
ly commenced. Now leave me- ~'.E
Nevertheless, he quilted that cham
Der Of death carrying with him all
! that he needed, and hurrying over
the talk while he could yet hear the
dogcart rafting down the hill. :
He commenced with an inventory
or Philips pockets. efs1
His ewes sparkled at the sight OF
well filled pocketbook, with a hum
dred pounds In notes stuffed therein: =
cards, a small collection of letters
and other odds and ends. Among
! Philips books was Eveiyn's hurried
note OF that morning, and on It a.
penoiled memorandum: i
"Sharpe left for Devonshire yss-
terday. Lady M. wrote from York
shire" 500
THAT was a neat struke," thodghta
! Grenier, with a sTYAsa--when he
smiled he least resembled Philip. ~Be-
| ing man OF affairs, Arson promptly
went TO the Morlands solicitors ST
was sure of 1t. wonder how Jimmie
arranged matters with Sharpe. I WHIP
know tomorrow at York" az.
A check hook in another poke
added to his Joy. "
The last rock out of my path" her
cried, aloud THAT saves two days.
The bait took. BY Jove! I'm in luek's
wayl"
To Be Continued Tomorrow. oa.