Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-22
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was staying in the hotel, and paying
for its best rooms.
But the manager was perfectly civil.
The presence of DR.. Scarth, a repu-
table looking stranger. gave evidence
that something important was afoot.
Mr.. Arson was in his rooms at the mo-
ment. Their names would be sent up.s
DIR. Scarth. quick to appreciate the
difficulties Of the situation interviewed
quietly:
us he alone?"
YES"
Then 1t will be better II you ac-
company us in person. An unpleasant
matter can be arranged without undue
publicity"
This was alarming. The manager
went with them instantly They
paused at the door indicated
Come with me-" said Philip, turn
ing the handle without knocking
Grenier, intent on the perusal Of
letter he had just written, looked Up
quickly.
He was face to face with Philip An.
son.
TIME one man stood. the other sat,
gazing at each other In a silence
that was thrilling
DR.. Scarth and the hotel manager en-
tered noiselessly, and closed the door
behind them. Grenier, adroit scoundrei
that he was, was bereft Of speech, of
the power TO move. He harbored no
deiusions. 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 more
terrible apparition than any visitor from
beyond the grave. His presence in that
room meant penal servitude for life for
! Victor Grenier, a 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 brain
refused to work. Lost-ruined-no es-
cape-were the vague ideas that jostled
each other In chaos.
| SdH you not speak, VINO are you
that dares to usurp my name. after
striving to murder me?"
No answer. The shifty eyes-the eyes
of a detected Observation-Disclosures stu
pidly from Philips set face to that OF
the perplexed hotel manager. and the
gravely amused doctor
Philip never used strong langua ge,
but he was greatly tempted at that
moment.
"Confound your! he shouted why
don't you answer me?"
Tiny name Is Philip Arson. The
nsanegsr--the-bank."
AS 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 perha s-perhaps--he might
carry out feeble pretense OF self-asser-
ton.
II only he could get away, into the
crowded stations. into the streets sink
into obscurity while the chase sweep
past. he might yet endeavor to escape.
You. Philip Anson You vile inn
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 l mean. there
| Is some mistake. Look at my letters,
my bank books. They are Philip An
sons. Indeed there is a mistake"
To Be Continued Monday. -