Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-22
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"The stenosrapher Did It."
Don't call me Little Memo" beloved
the worlds greatest authority on crime.
Wen, as an authority on crime" in
terposed Mr. Christopher, with simple
craft. have you formed an opinion about
this mysterious affair at the Hotel Beau
mont?"
Nothing mysterious about that" growl-
ed the expert, but without his wonted
venom. Like most men Of his type he
was as open to fattery as a child. 1T
may be to you and a lot Of pin-headed
detectives. They'll go off burning up
money and shoe leather to find those for
eigners that called on Morton The one
they want to find is the stenographer
What's her name? Msry-Mary Had
Had
Mary had little lamb, suggested
Howell
NO, no. returned the distinguished
authority. seriously "Well, whatever her
name is-it isn't her name"
There you are!' exclaimed Howell, adj
miringly. Simple as A B c.
You think the stenographer commit
ted the crime asked Mr.. Christopher,
hastily
Il know she did," declared Mr.. Claw
ering.
What motive could she have had in
killing her employer" inquired Mr.. Chris
topher, beginning to be really interested
"Oh, ha! What was her motive?"
chuckled Mr.. Clavering scornfully. That's
where they all fall downfall except me!
l go right to the motive-she was there
to spy ON him, to get information.
How do you know that" asked the
other.
How do l know it," snorted Mr. Cla-
vering. Because I've got a little common
sense. The desk was broken open and
all of his papers missing"
THE Scarlet Band"
Couldn't these foreigners have taken
! them objected Mr.. Christopher
Yes. they could have, but they didn't
retorted Mr.. Clavering 1.-The elevator
| boy saw the man leave about o'clock
and happened to know that the woman
left before the murder. Hal Hal he
| chuckled, noting the look of interest on
HowelPs face. THE police didn't find
that out but l did! No, sir. Those for
eigners were friends of his-ltaian OF
| Spanish friends! No one knows who the
man wss-a Mr.. Morton, in the cutlery
business he grunted contemporary.
name-but did you ever hear Of an Eng
ishman or an American wearing ear
| rings"
Earrings exclaimed Mr.. Christopher,
vehementy. II examined the lobes of his
ears and there-so faint you could hardly
see them-were the scars Of old earrings
holes All, Ali. Morton nothing. He
was an Italian or Spaniard a member
of some cunning gang-the Scarlet Band,
maybe. | don't know yet-but l Wilt"
Hear, heart" exclaimed Howell THE
Scarlet Band.'
Yes, the Scarlet Band | suppose,
snarled the author, that you're one of
! these smart Alexis that think that Scar
let Bands a myth"
ooh, no, | don't" returned Howell
smiling
well, it's not" snapped MIR. Clavering
Il can tell you that. I've written four
stories on the Scarlet Band-every one of
EN- based on fact. Have you seen this
afternoons paper?" he demanded clutch
ing 1t off the table where Mr.. Shipman
had laid it. Conspiracy to kill Holt!
| Assistant district attorney receives
threatening letter from the Scarlet Band"
Holt! Huh. There's another Mr..
Know-It-All. I went TO his office about
three months ago and told him just how
| he could catch those fellows-and offered
to help him, too, for nothing! But do
You suppose he would listen to me? No!
He laughed at me-insulted me. I'll get
| even with him--Ha! If those fellows got
him, that would square the account
wouldn't it,
But, Mr.. Clavering," edged in the SUI
perintendent, with the air of one anxious
TO return to an unfinished topic. About
this murder at the Hotel Beaumont this
afternoon, Why did this stenographer
have to kill the man? Wasn't that TAX
ing pretty big chance to get some in
| formation"
"cafe Rossamano"
i don't think she intended to kill him.
| replied MIR. Clavering, instantly.
| you DON'T"
| NO
| why mott" ventured Mr.. Christopher
ION account of the telephone" replied
! the noted authority in the manner of
man explaining to a particularly stupid
child. 1.-THE desk telephone was on the
! floor when the man was found and
| learned from central that at five thirty
| Morton called up the Cafe Rosssmano on
! this private wire
: "Cafe Rossamano." exclaimed How
| ell with a start, and as his brain whirled
rapidly he caught his breath. WHY
! His lips closed down suddenly and he
! tried to look unconcerned.
What" snapped Mr.. Clavering
Nothing" Howell assured him hastily
well a man that interrupts CONVEX
cation with nothing is HI Of an add
ton to an argument" Mr.. Clavering told
! him. NOW
"Mr. Clavering, called Miss Towne
! from the door Miss Baker will see YOU