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. [
haven't got an ox-head, like you"
Mason placed the lamp on d central
table. Its rays fell on Philips hat.
something in its appearance caught
the mans eye. He picked up the hat
and examined it critically.
DO you know" he said, after d
silence broken only by Grenier's
deep breathing, Il fancy / didn't kill
him, after all"
"Not-kill him? Why-lhe was dead
in that chair-for an hour
Perhaps l hit hard enough but
this hat must have taken some of it
When you were busy, / though his
chest heaved slightly. And just now,
when ] carried him outside, he seemed
to move"
Rot"
1T may be. [ struck very hard
Grenier sat up.
Even if you are right" he NUT
tered, lit does not matter. He fell
three hundred feet The fall alone
would Kill him. And. IL he is
drowned, and the body is picked up.
It Is better So Don't you seel Even
if he we're recognized he would be
drowned, not-n o t. Well. his
death would be due to natural
causes
lie could not bring himself to SAY
murdered an ugly word.
IF you We're not such a milKsop
there would be no fear OF his being
recognized"
But Grenier laughed a hollow ans
unconvincing laugh; nevertheless, it
was a sign of recovery.
What uaer,ga u. ara 70
naked man, floating, dead, in the
North Sea. Who is he? Not Philip
Anson, surely! Philip Arson is gayIy
gadding about England on his private
| affairs Where is Green2 Hunter
go and tell Green to bring my traps
here instantly. I wish him to return
to town on an urgent Grand"
There was a CLINT Of admiration III
| 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 chuckIed. by
Cd, you're clever when your head
is clear"
Now be off for Green. You know
what to say"
You viii be lone, win you be
afraid?'
The sneer was the last stimulant
GfenleT needed.
The Inventory.
If you were called on TO stand in.
/ Philip Anson's boots during the next
week or ten days my good friend
/ he quietly retOrted you would he
/ afraid sixty times IN every hour. Your
job has nearly ended; mine has bare
/ ly commenced. Now leave me"
] va h.,
| 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 inventors
/ OF Philips pockets.
! His eyes sparkled at the sight %
a well filled pocketbook. with a hun
! dred pounds in notes stuffed therein;
/ cards, a small collection Of letters.
and other odds and ends. Among
1 Philips books was ENelyn's hurried
note of that morning, and on it
/ penciled memorandum:
Sharpe left for Devonshire yes
| terday Lady Me- wrote from York
shire"
That was neat stroke" thought
| Grenier, with a srl4aJ--when he
smiled he least resembied Philip. BE
ing a man of affairs, Arson prompts
went to the Morlands' solicitors. I
was sure of It. l wonder how Jimmie
arranged matters with Sharpe, / will
know tomorrow at York"
| A check book in another pocket
added to his Joy,
The last rock out of my path" he
cried, aloud That saves two days
The bait took. BY Jove! I'm in luck's
wayl"
To 30 Continued Tomorrow.