Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-04-03
Bejuca Is Everywhere.

Then she went on, leading the way
upstairs, until they came at length to
sort Of sanctuary where Madonna faces
looked down from somber inches and
wax lights burned with a scented fame
on draped and cushioned prayer desk.
Here Miss Valmond, who was in the
lead, went in, and, taking a paper
wrapped parcel from beside the little
altar, came back and put it in her
brothers hands and sent him on his
way
WAS it from here you saw the thing,
Miss Valmond?' asked Cleek, looking
past her into the dim religious light
Of the sanctuary.
"Oh, no." she made reply. From a
window of my bedroom, just on the
other side of the wall. In here-look!
seer" And opened a door to the right
and led them in, touching a button that
flashed an electric lamp into radiance
and Illuminated the entire room.
1t was a large room done" in dull
oak and dark green after the stately
style of a Gothic chapel, and at one
end there was a curtained recess lead
ing to large bow window. At the
OlllNt emu lUHIt was d SOIk VI dALdl
banked high with white flowers, and at
the side there was a huge canopied bed
over the head Of which hung an i'm
mense crucifix fastened TO the wall that
backed up the oratory. 1t was a ma
jestic thing, that crucifx, richly carved
and exquisitely designed. Cleek went
nearer and looked at it, his artistic eye
captured by the beauty Of it; and Miss
VaImond. noting his interest smiled.
My brother brought me that from
Rome" she said. rs it not divine, Mr.
Headland?"
YES" he said. But you must be
more careful Of it, fear, Miss Nalmond
Is it not chipping? Look! see! isn't
this a piece Of it," then bent and
picked a tiny curied silver Of wood from
the narrow space between the two
| down filled pillows of the bed, holding
| il out to her upon his palm. Then of
sudden he smiled. litter the silver to
1 his nose. smelt it and cast it away
1.-The laugh is on me, I fear-it's only a
| cedar pairing from a lead pencil. And
now, please, I'd like to investigate the
/ window"
/ She led him to it at once. explaining
/ where she stood on the eventful night
| where she had seen the two figures pass
and where was the wall door through
/ which the dying man had been thrust.
Il wish I might see that door clear
| err" said Cleek; for night had fallen and
| the moon was not yet up. Don't hap
pen to have such a thing as a telescope
or an opera glass, do you, Miss Val
monde"
MY brother has a pair Of field glasses
/ downstairs in his room. Shall run and
fetch them for you?"
| I'D be very grateful if you would.
| said Cleek; and moment after she had
gone. Run down and get my sketching
/ materials out Of the locker viii you,
| Mr.. Narkom?" he added Il want TO
make a diagram of that house and gar
dem He sat down on the window seat
and for five whole minutes was alone.
/ The field glasses and tine sketching
/ ma te-iais were brought. the garden ex-
amined and the diagram made. Miss
| Valmond and NarlIom standing by and
watching eagerly the whole proceeding
/ Then, Of a sudden, That's ALL" said
| Cleek. brushing the charcoal dust from
his fingers and swapping the elastic
| band over the sketch book Il know
my man at last, Mr.. Narkom. Give me
/ until 10 tomorrow night, and then if
! Miss Valmond will let US in here again
/ TN capture Darlington Edwards red
/ handed, as sure as I'm a living man"
Nou are sure of him them"
To be Continued Tomorrow.