Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-08
,y4gnt. 1904, by Edward ]. Globe. }
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.

Arson noticed that the track, 1t was
4 gate guarded bride path now, mount
ed steadily to the very threshold,
"The place stands on the edge of
cliff" he said.
Yes. It was built by some recluse.
The rock falls sheer, indeed slopes in
ward to some extent, for 900 feet"
Some day, suppose, it VIII fall into
The sea"
probably but not in our time. Here
We are Just allow me to hitch the
reins to the gatepost."
He jumped lightly out of the dogcart.
Are there no servants"
only an old woman and her daugh-
ter. They are busy at this hour"
Philip understood that a meal might
be In preparation. He hoped not; per-
sonally he could not eat there.
Or. Williams pressed the latch of an
old-fashioned door. He whispered
BE as quiet as possible He may be
asleep: If he is, it will not be for long,
Door fellow"
Indeed, the doctor himself betrayed
some slight agitation now. He per-
splred somewhat, and his hand shook.
Arson followed him into somber
apartment, crudely furnished, half din
ing room, half kitchen. Though the
light of a June evening was clear
enough outside, the interior of the house
was gloomy in the extreme. There were
some dark curtains shrouding a door
way.
Lady Morland is in there" muir
INJURED the doctor, brokenly. will you
go to herr"
Philip obeyed in silence. He passed
through the curtains. It was so dark
,hat he imagined he must be in a pass
age with a door at the other end.
Cant I have a light?" he asked,
pastIy turning toward the room he had
Just quilted.
In the neglected garden at the land
ward front of the Grange House the
horse stood patiently on three legs,
Illuminating, no doubt. on the steepness
of hills and the excellence of pastures.
Nearly an hour passed thus, in SOL
emn quietude. Then a boy on a BIZ
cycle, red-faced with exertion, pedaled
manfully up the hill and through the
gate.
4 hope he's here" thought he. IT'S
long way to CO. for nothing"
Around his waist was a strap with
pouch bearing the kings monogram.
lie ran up to the door and gave a cou
pie of thunderous knocks, the privi-
legged rat-tat of a telegraph messenger.
There was long delay. Then
heavy step approached, and a man
opened the door, a big. heavy-faced
man, with eyes that stared dreadfully
and a nose damaged in life's transit
Philip Arson, Esquire" said the
boy, briskly, producing q buff-colored
envelope.
The man seemed to swallow some
thing.
Yes; he's here. Is that for him."
Yes, sir, Any reply?"
The man took the telegram, closed
the door, and the boy heard his re-
treating footsteps. After some minutes
he returned
IT'S too late to reply tonight, isn't
ii?" he inquired.
Yes, sir. It coom'd after hours, but
they'd paid t porterage + Lunnon, 50
/ postmistress said ye'd mebbe like to
hev it at vance. I've ridden all t way
frae Scarsdale."
Late that evening, when the pro-
tracted cleaning of the north was fast
Yielding to the shadows Of a cloudy
night, the big man from the Grange
House drove into Scarsdale. He pulled
up at the Fox and Hounds public house,
lie wanted Mr.. Green.
AnsOns valet came.
Your master says you are to bring
his portmanteau to the Grange House
tonight. He intends remaining there.