Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-10

Ek~ ANT l have light" said
Philip, with head screwed
round to ascertain if the doc
tor were following him.
Some sense, whether of sight or
hearing he knew not, warned him of
movement near at hand, an impalpa-
BILE effort, a physical tension as of
man laboring under extreme but re-
pressed excitement.
He paid little heed to it. All the
surroundings in their weird dwelling
were so greatly at variance with his
anticipation that he partly expected
to find further surprises.
DIR. Williams did not answer. Philip
advanced hating foot hesitating
hand cropping for a door.
Instantly stout rope fell over his
shoulders, moose was tightly drawn
and he was jerked violently to the
stone floor of the passage. He fell
prone on his face, hurting his nose
and mouth The shock Jared him
greatly, but his hands, if not his arms,
were free. and. with the instinct of
self preservation that replaces all
other sensations in moments of ex-
IRENE peril he stTove valiantly to
rise.
But he was grasped by the neck
with brutal force, and some one knelt
on his neck.
Philip Anson," Missed a mans
voice, do you remember Jocky
Mason?"
So he had fallen into a trap cum
ningly prepared by what fiendish
combination of fact and artifice he
had yet to learn. Jocky Mason. the
skullSish criminal of Johnsons News
Was he in that mans power?
Under such conditions a man thinks
quickly. Philips first ordered thought
was one of relief He had fallen into
the clutches of an English brigand
Money would settle theis difficulty, if
all other means failed.
Yes, yes he gurgled, half
strangled by the fierce pressure on
his throat.
"You hit me once from behind. You
can't complain if do the same. You
sent me to living hell for ten years
mot your fault that it wasn't for
ever. Lie still! Not all your money
can save you now. | am judge and
jury, and hell itself. You are dyinq
-dying-dead!"
And with the final words drawled
into his ears with bitter intensity.
Philip felt a terrible blow descend on
his head. There was no pain. no fear
no poignant emotion at leaving oil
LHe WOFlu neld so dear TO him. There
was an awful shock. A thundercloud
seemed to burst in his brain, and he
sank into the void without a groan.
Now, in falling, the hard, felt hat
he wore dropped in front of his face.
The first wild movement of his head
tilted II forward, but the savage Jerk
given by his assailant brought the
rim slightly over his skull again.
In the almost complete darkness of
| the passage, Mason could not see the
slight protection this afforded to his
victim, and the sledge- hammer blow
he delivered with a life preserver-
that murderous implement named so
utterly at variance with its purpose
did not reveal the presence of an
obstacle.
He struck with force that would
have stunned an OK; it must have
Killed any man, be he the hardest
skulled aborigine that ever breathed.
But the stout rim of the hat, though
crushed like an eRgsheli, took off
some of the leader Instruments ire
mendous impact. Philip, though Iuite
lnsenstble. was not dead His SEN
tent faculties were annihilated for
the time, but his heart continued its
life giving functions, and he breathad
with imperceptible flutterings.