Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-22
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1.-THE stenonrapher Did It. -

terposed Mr. Christopher, with simple
craft have you formed an opinion about
this mysterious affair at the Hotel Beau
monte"
Nothing mysterious about that" growl-
ed the expert, but without his wonted
venom Like most men of his type he
was as open to llattery as a child. 1T
may be to you and a lot of pin headed
detectives. They'll go off burning up
money and shoe leather to find those for
eigners that called on Morton The one
they want to find is the stenographer
What's her name? Mary-NIary Had
Had
Mary had a little lamb" suggested
Howell
mo. no." returned the distinguished
authority, seriously We'll whatever her
name is--it isn't her namer'
''There you are" exclaimed Howell. adj
| mringly. Simple as A B Cr
You think the stenographer commit
ted the crime" asked AIR. Christopher,
hastily
81 know she did, declared Mr. Claw
ering
What motive could she have had in
killing her employer" inquired Mr., Chris
| topher, beginning to be really interested.
chuckled Mr.. Clavering scornfully. That's
where they all fall downfall except me-!
I go right to the motive-she was there
to spy on him, to get information
How do you know that?" asked the
other
! How do I know it?" snorted Mr. Cla-
vering. Because I've got a little common
sense. The desk was broken open and
! all of his papers missing"
1.-The Scarlet Band"
| Couldn't these foreigners have taken
| them?" objected Mr.. Christopher
| Yes, they could have, but they didn't
retorted Mr. Clavering 1.-THE elevator
! boy saw the man leave about o'clock
| and | happened to know that the woman
| left before the murder 'Ha, Hal" he
! chucked noting the look of interest on
! Howells face. "The police didn't find
that out, but | did,! No. sir! Those for
efgners were friends Of his-Italian or
| Spanish friends! No one knows who the
man was-a Mr.. Morton, in the cutlery
business" he grunted contemptuously.
| "Morton!-thats an English or American
name-but did you ever hear of an Eng
| lishman an American wearing ear
| rings"
Earrings exclaimed Mr.. Christopher,
vehemently. 81 examined the Iobes of his
ears and theresa faint you could hardly
see them-were the scars of old earrings
holes. All! All! Morton nothing! He
| was an Italian or Spaniard a member
of some cunning gang-the Scarlet Band,
maybe don't know yet-but I will"
Hear, hear" exclaimed Howell 1.-The
Scarlet Band"
! Yes, the Scarlet Band! suppose, -
snarled the author, that you're one OF
these smart Alecks that think that Scar
let Bands a myth"
"Oh, no, 1 DON'T returned Howell
smiling. r.
''Well, it's not" snapped Mr.. Clavering
II can tell you that. I've written four
stories on the Scarlet Band--every one OF
EN- based on fact Have you seen this
afternoons paper?" he demanded, clutch
ing it off the table. where Mr.. Shpman
had laid it. Conspiracy to kill Holt!
Assistant district attorney receives
threatening letter from the Scarlet Band!'
Holt! Huh! There's another Mr.
| Know lt-All. | went to his office about
three months ago and told him just how
he could catch those fellows-and offered
to help him, too for nothing! But do
you suppose he would listen to me? No!
He laughed at me-insulted me. I'll get
even with him-Ha! If those fellows got
him, that would square the account
wouldn't it?'
But, Mr.. Clavering," edged in the su-
perintendent, with the air of one anxious
to return to an unfinished topic About
this murder at the Hotel Beaumont this
afternoon. Why did this stenographer
have to kill the man? Wasn't that TAX
ing pretty big chance to get some in
formaton?"
"Cafe Rossamano."
Il don't think she intended to kill him. -
replied Mr. Cavering, instantly
you don't?"
ono"
"Why not?" ventured Mr. Christopher
con account of the telephone" replied
the noted authority in the manner of a
man explaining to a particularly stupid
child. THE desk telephone was on the
floor when the man was found and
learned from central that at five thirty
Morton called up the Cafe Rossamano OF
this private wire"
cafe Rossamano," exclaimed How
ell with Il start, and as his brain whirIed
rapidly he caught his breath why.
His lips closed down suddenly and he
tried to look unconcerned.
"What?" snapped Mr.. Clavering
Nothing" Howell assured him hastily
"Weu, man that interrupts a CONVEX
sation with nothing is a HI Of an addi-
ton TO an argument Mr. Clavering told
him. Nov"
"Mr Clavering," called Miss ToNne
from the door. Miss Baker will see YOU
in the ladies reception room
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