Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-23
...orlzed novelIxation of 1.-THE Con-
Hts 80" BY Robert Baker and John EN-
ersT ,r,an at the Garrick theater, New
Vork city,
BY J. w. M'CoNAUGHY.
,-.,,,riebt. 1918, by The Evening Journal
Iop' Publishing Company.
nnnAY,S INSTALLMENT.


.olJph?' grunted the author, turning on
,.,., with a savage glare. Howell backed
ov,sv holding up both hands.
on see If Miss Baker Is strong enough
j., ,.l,, TO you," offered Miss Towne, ris-
ing.
"strong enoughw exclaimed Mr.. Claver-
49,, ,r-i+ably. "Oh, She's been sick?
Aon,t want any ailing woman. I had one
lust as I'd get to an exciting place in my
A,ctation she'd have to stop and take q
pill" r.
.,,,er noison." declared Howell with feel
ing.
,uss ToSgne hastily, and made for the
door.
Taking His Exercise.
can right-all right grunted Mr.
,r,.rar7pg. Tell her it's hard work-nc
time off and little sleep. never sleep!
NV mother never slept, my father never
slept"
Howell nodded solemnly.
~ can see why-they had you on then
minds"
Mr. CIavering gathered himself for q
cushing reply, but Just then the clock
struck He quickly put his cane on Miss
rrou,ne's desk and began going through
ranid calisthenics. explaining that it kept
+be blood in circulation and nourished the
brain.
EVERY little movement has a meaning
81, its own" chanted Howell, softly.
"Don't sing that-d-n it!'' stormed Mr.
C1avering, regaining possession of his
cane without which he seemed to be
tongue-tied. II hate grand OPERA!
Tho next act of our BILL" announced
Howell loudly, will be the Diving Dill
Picke!' I
Mr.. Clavering withdrew from the I'M
equal contest by turning his back on his
tormenter. This maneuver brought him
face to face with Mr.. Christopher, who
had retired to his desk, from which Sc
cure position he was enjoying himself
hugely.
you run this refuge. do you?" snarled
the author.
Yes" replied the superintendent
mildly.
Trying to make people better. eh?''
sneered Mr. Clavering.
Yes. that is our aim"
We'll, you're wasting your time"
I'm sorry you should think So" was
the unruffed response.
why should you care what l think
snarled the author.
He doesn't" INTERCEPTED Howell.
''Thats politeness"
Il call it lying" Mr. Clavering growled.
But, my dear SIR the superintendent
began.
For Local Color.
81 never had any use for churches or
missons-or settlements" declared MT
Clavering. except for local color. Either
one makes good stuff for the scene OF a
mystery story. I wrote one once called
the Cathedral Mystery In the opening
chapter had the dead man lying on the
altar with green light from the stained
glass window on his face.
Howell contrived mock shudder.
Wouldn't that make cold chills run UP
the hump Of a camel?"
THE story was based on the murder
of that Catholic priest about eight years
ago" continued Mr.. Clavering, talking
himself into comparatively good humor,
and don't you forget it; 1t was l that
caught the murderer after the police had
given up the chase Marvellously inter-
esting thing-the pursuit of criminals!
Full of romance and poetry-don't you
think SOP"
mo, I don't" replied Mr.. Christopher
decidedly.
Then you're a fool,' snapped Mr..
Clavering. Mr.. Christopher gasped, and,
considering him disposed Of, the author
glanced about the room and discovered the
professor.
Hello, Kaufman he cried, approach
ing him. Got that Spanish translation
for me yet?''
Not quite. Mr. Clavering," replied the
professor, and his intimates at the Re
tugs would never have recognized his
voice. I'm working on 1t now
Good Lord! While you're digging out
paragraph I could write an encyclo-
pedia'
1T takes time-it takes time" muir
INJURED the professor.
Yes" snapped his employer, land, by
me look Of your nose, it takes rum! And
Iook here. Mr.. Christopher he went on
wheeling suddenly. "If they'd put a set
OF my books in Police Headquarters and
make the bluecoats read them, they'd
Iearn something about detective work!
When I've finished with my works''-the
cane thumped violently on the floor-"no
criminal will be safe. They will show
COW each man can be caught. They will
oe the greatest monument that any man
ever left! Pm the worlds greatest au-
thority on crimeu
Hear, heart applauded Howell, vo.