Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-04-05

pavements narrow; one or two stalls stood
in the street. There was not the slightes
indication of anybody or anything English
The signs above the few filthy-lookins
shops were Yiddish or Russian. Knox wa
wearing the unfamiliar garb of clergyman
with short jacket, semiclerical hat, grey
trousers and thick boots. He wore gold
trimmed spectaces, and with a certain
histrionic ability his expression was entirely
changed into that of hard-worked east
end curate. He paused before numbe
sixteen as though to assure himself of the
number. 1t was house of three stories
which had once been built of red brick bu
which was now enCrusted with SCOT and lime
The windows were devoid of curtain OF
blind-blank unseeing eyes. The area
ratings were broken, the door stood ajar
He walked in. Almost Immediately {
strengthening head, unkempt, unwashed
with powerful throat and malicious eyes
was poked out from a room in the back
. have called to see poor fellow nance
Jacks" Knox said clearly. His room,
believe, is on the next floor"
The man, or was it woman-Kno>
could scarcely tell-surveyed his questionel
from head to foot, deliberately spat upor
the floor and returned to the Obscurity from
which he had issued. Knox climbed the
crazy stairs, knocked at the door of the
room which Jacks had carefully indicated
to him, and entered. Jacks raised a wary
head from his bed, but directly he saw who
his visitor was he jumped up and advanced
on tiptoe.
"Shut the door and then feel with your
hand all along this wall, !" he whispered
Il nIa mi
when his fingers slipped through the worr
for about yard.
"A door," Knox murmured
A door covered over with little plaster
and paper" Jacks explained. This after
noon the big man went out The other one
went to sleep. | could hear him snore.
pulled the paper off there, see, and wideneC
the crack a little with my penknife Yol
can see in now, just little of the ROOM"
Knox peered through the crack. A
first he was almost dazzled. The room wa
in black darkness save for a powerfully
shaded lamp which stood upon a small
table nearly opposite to him. The window
seemed to be boarded up. The only ligh
permitted to enter the room was from thu
lamp. Standing upright over the table
with some fine instrument in his hand, Wa
his friend of the Cafe Monico. He hac
taken off his coat and waistcoat and wa
wearing heavy glasses. He seemed to be
engaged in making various touches upon al
oblong piece of white paper. Presently hi
stood upright, passed it into the filthy
hand of the man who went by the name o.
the Doctor, and was at once handed an
other. There was a little ominous rustic
Knox stepped back He walked with Jack:
to the further end of the room.
Get back to bed, he directed. "You'vC
plenty to eat and drink here?"
Plenty" Jacks replied "What's tho
game in there, Mister?'
Not my job, unfortunately" kno'
sighed. Are you going to keep straight
Jacks, Just lie where you are until anything
happens? 1t will be later on tonight, anC
there will be tenncr for you at the end o
it. All you have to do is to lie tight"
"Of course I'm game, guvnor" Jack
answered. eff there's going to be a scrap
I'm sorry can't be in it. hate these
blasted foreigners, taking the bread out o
your mouth. They've made the bobbie
twice as savage as they used to be. Lef
no Opcnin at all for chap as meant no rca
harm"
Knox nodded
"Sit tight" he directed, land wait.
Knox returned to the mission-room
changed his clothes in Ramsay's room
telephoned for a taNicab and drove at once
to Scotland Yard. He was ushered almos
with haste into the presence of the man he
had asked for. Inspector HIobson welcomed
him eagerly.