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 atoot
Mr.. Arson was in his rooms at the mo-
ment Their names would be sent I'D.
Dr. Scarth, quick to appreciate thu
difficulties of the situation. interviewed
quietly:
'Ts he alone?''
Yes"
''Then 1t will be better II You Ar.
company us in person. An unpleasant
matter can be arranged without undus
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 a
letter he had just written, looked I'm
quickly.
He was face to face with Philtp An.
son.
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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 scoundrel
that he was, was bereft of speech. OF
the power to move. He harbored no
decisions. 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, 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. sternfy.
No answer. AS yet the acute brain
refused to work. discriminating es-
cape-were the vague ideas that jostled
each other in chaos.
Can you not speak7 Who 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 ths
gravely amused doctor.
Philip never used strong Language,
but he was greatly tempted at that
moment.
"Confound your he shouted why
don't you answer mel"
Tiny name is Philip Arson. Tbs
manager-the-bank-"
| As spent fox will vainfy try the
last despairing device OF climbing g.
tree in full sight of the hounds, SO did
| Victor Grenier evolve the desperate
scheme that perhaps perhaps-he might
carry out feeble pretense OF self-asser-
| ton.
| If only he could get away, into the
crowded stations, into the streets, sink
into obscurity while the chase swept
past, he might yet endeavor to escape.
you, Philip Ansonl You vile i'm
postorl 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:
81 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.