Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-22
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for its best rooms.
But the manager was perfectly civil
The presence of DIR. Scarth, a reu
table looking stranger, gave evidenc.
that something important was afoot
Mr.. Arson was in his rooms at the mn
ment. Their names would be sent I'm
DR.. Scarth, quick to appreciate III.
difficulties Of the situation intervansd
quietly:
rs he alone?"
YES"
Then it will be better II Won A.
company us in person An unpeaso,.
matter can be arranged without undr.
publicity"
This was alarming. The manass.
went with them instantly. Tb.v
paused at the door indicated
Come with me-" said Philin firm
ing the handle without Knocking
Grenier' intent on the perusal of a
letter he had just written, looked u,
quickly -
He was face to face with Philin An
son.
ME one man stood, the other sat
gazing at each other in silence
that was thrilling.
Dr. Scarth and the hotel manager en-
tered noiselessly, and closed the door
behind them. Grenier, adroit scoundre,
that he was, was bereft of speech. O,
the power to move. He harbored no
decisions. This was no ghost coming
to trouble his soul in broad daylight
1t was Philip Arson himself alive, and
in full possession of his senses. a mora
terrible apparition than any visitor from
beyond the grave. His presence in that
room meant penal servitude for life for
Victor Grenier, prison cell instead Of
palatial chambers, bread and skilly in
place of Carlton luncheons.
No wonder the scoundrel was dumb
that his tongue was dry. He went cold
all over, and his eyes swan
Philip advanced toward him. Grenier
could not move. He was glued to his
chair.
Who are your" said Arson, sternly
No answer. AS yet the acute bri n
refused to work Lost-ruined-no e3-
cape-were the vague ideas that josued
each other in chaos
Can you not speak? Who are YOU
that dares to usurp my name, after
striving to murder me-"
No answer. The shifty eyes-the eyes
of detected ckpocket-wandered stu
pidly from Philips set face to that u
the perplexed hotel manager, and the
gravely amused doctor
Philip never used strong Language.
but he was greatly tempted at that
moment.
"Confound you" he shouted. why
don't you answer me?"
| Tiny name is Philip Arson. The
, r,anager-the-bank
| AS a spent fox will vainly try the
last despairing device of climbing a
tree in full sight of the hounds. SO did
Victor Grenier evolve the desperate
scheme that perhaps-perhaps-he might
carry out feeble pretense Of self-asser-
| ton.
If only he could get away, into the
crowded stations, into the streets, sink
Into obscurity while the chase swept
past, he might yet endeavor to escape
You, Philip Arson! You vile i'm
poster! I am sorely inclined to wiring
your neck!"
Philip came nearer. In sheer fright
lest the other might give effect to his
words Grenier again backed his chair
violently. 1t caught against a thick
rug and he fell headlong. For an in
slant they all thought he had hurt HIM
self seriously
| The doctor and manager ran to pick
him up, but he rose to his knees and
whined:
II will tell everything. I mean. there
| is some mistake Look at my letters
my bank books. They are Philip An
sons. Indeed, there Is a mistake.
| q. N.ua;-u.I MnaJ,v