Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-27
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Il turned and saw him-his leering,
snake-like eyes fastened on me and a
hideous smile on his awful face"'
She shuddered and seemed unable to
go on.
what did you do?" demanded the re-
porter.
L was paralyzed with fear. He locked
the door and came slowly toward me- He
picked up a knife that was lying on the
table-one of his samples-looked at me,
then put it down again"
Again the voice broke off abruptly and
Howell squirmed.
''Yes!" he exclaimed
"Then he said: You are the spy of
Victor Holt. So that's the way he got
his information. Well, now I've got you
both" Then, without another word to
me he began looking through the tele-
phone book for a number, was so pet
rified with fear that 1 couldn't even cry
out. He found the number and then he
said, I have just learned that your friend,
Holt, is at the Cafe Rossamano and three
of my men are there waiting for a word
from me to put him out of the way I'm
going to give that word now and then
I'm going to settle with you.
1.-THE Knife on the Table"
HE took up the receiver and called
the number All 1 could see were the
knives of the assassins plunging into
my brothers heartl 1 sprang upon him,
grasping the phone, and tried to call for
help, but he capped his hand over my
mouth and held me. Then he asked for
Sevelli- Enrico Sevelli-the eldest Of his
gang. In another instant it would have
been too late! Then my eyes fell upon
the knife on the table. 1 grasped It'll
Oh, Cod"
She broke off and held her arms across
her eyes as if to shut out the picture
of what followed. Howell arose silently
and put a hand, on her shoulder At last
her arm went down and she raised her
head.
Then WHAT" he asked gently,
"As he fell he grasped the house phone
and telephoned the office that he had
been stabbed by a woman, but before he
could speak my name he fell to the
floor"
And they didn't get you." exclaimed
Howell, eagerly.
mo. 1 reached the street in safety"
''Yes-then WHAT"
81 jumped into a taxi and drove to
the Rossamano. My only thought was
to get to my brother with the informa-
ton I had secured"
You didn't think they had killed him2"
Il hoped they hadn't" she replied, and
a sudden hard CLINT came and passed into
her eyes. For they hadn't got the word
from Alvarez"
you bet they didn't! agreed Howell,
with grim enthusiasm.
q reached the Rossamano," continued
the girl, lust as my brother was coming
down the stairs. But before I could get
to him two men seized him and third
took hold of me"
THAT'S where butted in nodded
Howell, with a look Of mournful reproach
at his battered fist. "Why didn't | Kill
him? But where did You 60 them
Victor Holt Abducted.
81 saw my brother pushed into a cab
by those two men. l ran and ran, try.
ing to catch it,, but oouldnt t.
couldnf" And her voice broke
81 see nodded Howell He thought
swiftly for a minute or more. Then sud
denly:
"Rut look here" he exclaimed why
should you he afraid Win tins story
,-o,, walk clamly into police headquar-
you ,-,..
mo" returned the girl instantly.
THAT'S the one thing I can't do don't
know what they'd do to Victor
"Of course," he frowned. They'll hold
him to keep you silent
The girl raised her eyes to his IN per-
feet trust and confidence.
Now, are you going to give me up?'
she asked softly.
GIVE YOU up?" he exploded. 81 should
say mott
"And [ can trust YOU?
"Trust me- Why'-he took step for
ward and instantly two steps bacq.
..Don't look at me with-that way he
pIcadcd. with an attempt at his former
,,Hiusfcal Iightness. You'll get my mind
afr NV work. Sh,' he added, in a Whis-
per as the outer door opened, and he be-
can TO examine the newspapers on a file
rscl as a thick-set man with iron gray