Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-12
On the Rack.

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One stepped Just inside the door and
little to one side Of II as If on guard
The other advanced a step farther. He
had evidently been decided on as spokes-
man. He glanced at the two men and
then addressed the Princess. consulting
tiny notebook as he spoke.
as this Miss NJ. T. Ar-r-agan?'' he
inquired in a rich, "far-down" brogue,
overlaid with the Understandable Manhat-
tanese accent.
Yes" replied the Princess, uncer-
tainly, and evidently puzzled by the sud
den and unexplained intrusion. Jarvis
remained in the background and thrust
his wounded hand into his overcoat
pocket. The Dukes little mustache be-
gan to bristle and he stepped forward.
You were at the Vanderlip Hotel last
night?" pursued Detective Driscol. ig-
noring the Duke.
"Ye-es"
The lock on your door was broken?"
Yes"
q am from headquarters, ma'am,"
explained the detective, having gotten
these damaging admissions" And
have orders to clear up one or two lit
tie matters connected with that affair
at the hotel last night"
The exalted cousin could no longer re-
strain himself
orders, orders!" he burst out ITO
break in here! What headquarters"
Detective Driscon stared at him in
open-eyed insolence. Jarvis smiled dis
creetly behind his hand.
Police Headquarters" beloved the
detective so loudly that every one start
ed. His colleague at the door smiled
YEARLY.
DO you know whom you are address,
ing?" spluttered the grandee angriy.
Detective Driscoll rolled toward him,
pushed out about five cubic inches Of
chin and snarled:
''That'H be about all from youl"
resentatIve Kimbrough, of Harris Coun-
snap. Driscou returned to the Duke
quietly. "let me attend TO this matter.
Won't you come in. gentIemenT'
Thanks" said Detective Drisooll,
easily, nodding to his partner to close
the door and giving the Duke a final
glare as If daring him to say another
word
Yes" Jarvis pleasant voice added its
soothing influence, I'VE were just talk
ing about the mystery"
The Duke, feeling that he would only
risk loss of dignity by quarreling with
a foreign police officer. took the cue and
held out the olive branch with patron
zing air.
You are, take it." he remarked to
Driscoll as the sleuth was peering into
his little book, "one of the-er gum
shoes"
Jarvis snickered. the book shut with
a snap. DriscoH returned to the duke
and thrust a menacing face into his.
Gum shoesl" he snarled. Say. are
you tryln' to be funny?'
The Duke. startled drew back step
We'll, sir he replied half apolo-
getically," you are speaking rather loud
ly, and. If 1 may say so, with undue as
perity. l presume have offended you.
d" You presumed " answered DriscoIl.
That's a hot one! say-who are you,
any way?"
The exalted cousin drew himself up
and gave one end Of his mustache az
upward twist.
81 am fernando, Duke d'Alva." he re-
piled pompOusly. 81 have other titles
but they would hardly interest you"
The detective looked him over from
head 10 foot and licked his lips hun
grily.
book de AIvers-and then some. Ell?
Amt that nicel Well. If you was the
Archbishop OF Canterbury Id run yer In
and take yer ashore If yer gimme any
more sass Fascinated by a savage
glare the Duke declined to give him
any more sass and the detective
turned 70 the Princess, but still eyed
the exalted cousin, as If longing for an
excuse to run him in"
To Be Continued Monday.