Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-22
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1.-THE stenographer Did It,,

inc S1ehographer 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
'his mysterious affair at the Hotel Beau
mont"
Nothing mysterious about that" srowl-
ed the expert, but without his wonted
venom. Like most men of his type he
was as open to flattery as a child. ut
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? Mary-Mary Had
Had
Mary had little lamb" suggested
Howell
mo. no. returned the distinguished
authority, seriously. well, whatever her
name is-it isn't her name!"
There you are!" exclaimed Howell, ad-
miringly. Simple as B Cr
You think the stenogra pher commit
ted the crime asked Mr.. CHRISTOPHER,
hastily.
Il know she did," declared Mr.. Clay
ering.
What motive could she have had in
killing her employer" inquired MIR. Chris
topher, beginning to be really interested.
"Oh, ha! What was her motive?'
chuckled Mr.. Clavering scornfully. THAT
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 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.. CIavering THE elevator
boy saw the man leave about o'clock
and happened to know that the woman
left before the murder "Ha! Hav' he
chuckled, noting the look of interest on
Howelrs face. THE police didn't find
that out, but did No, sir! Those for
eigners were friends of his-Italian OF
Spanish friends! No one knows who the
man was-a Mr.. Morton, in the cutlery
business!" he grunted contemptuously.
"Morton!-that's an English or American
name-but did you ever hear of an Eng
lishman or an American wearing ear
rings?'
"Earrings!' exclaimed Mr. Christopher,
vehemently. 81 examined the lobes of his
ears and theresa faint you could hardly
see them-were the scars of old earrings
holes. All! All! Morton nothing! He
was an Italian or a Spaniard, a member
of some cunning gang-the Scarlet Band,
ETnx vat hut I
Hear hear" exclaimed Howell 1.-THE
Scarlet Bandr
Yes, the Scarlet Band! I suppose"
snarled the author, that you're one of
these smart Alexis that think that Scar
let Bands a myth"
"Oh, no, l don't" returned Howell,
smiling
We'll, it's not!' snapped Mr. 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 1t. Conspiracy to kill Holt .
Assistant district attorney receives
threatening letter from the Scarlet Band"
Holt! Huh! There's another Mr.
know-It-All. l 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-nsulted 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
perlntendent with the air of one anxious
TO return to an unfinished topic About
this murder at the Hotel Beaumont this
afternoon. Why did this stenograp her
have to kill the man? Wasn't that talk
ing pretty big chance to get some in
formation"
"Cafe Rossamano."
don't think she intended to kill him,
replied Mr.. Clavering, instantly.
You don't?"
mo"
why not?' ventured Mr.. Christopher.
ION account of the telephone" replied
the noted authority in the manner of a
man explaining to a particularly stupid
child, THE desk telephone was on the
floor when the man was found and l
learned from central that at five thirty
Morton called up the Cafe Rossamano 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
sation with nothing is a HI of an addi-
ton to an argument" Mr.. Clavering told
him Now"
"Mr. Clavering," called Miss Towne
from the door, Miss Baker will see you
in the ladies' reception room.
Continued In Next Issue.