The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-02-03
SYNOPSIS

Jim Borden, crook, tries to wipe out his family by killing his son and then him. self, thus ending the criminal curse of the Red Circle birthmark. But the Red Circle appears on the hand of June Trav- is wealthy girl reformer, and she robs a loan shark to aid poor debtors. It develops that June is Jim Borden daugh- ter Mary, June's old nurse is trying to divert the suspicious of Detective Lamar, finds herself in 8 precarious situation.
 She had donned June's coat and Lamar seeing the familiar black, pursues and corners her in a garage, her coat having caught in the door.
 While Lamar awaits permission to force the door, Mary slips from the coat and escapes. Lamar asks forgiveness from June for suspecting her and hur- ries to headquarters with the coat.
 There's therer' soothed Mary. "Its all right! It's all right, honey. I'd do million times moren that for my little girl, any day in the whole year. Just you forget all about what I did It's what I'm here for"
 Forget it?'' cried June. Never as long as l live! Oh, Mary, you were so-"
 If you want to pay me for it, put in Mary, you can do it by keeping out of such horrid messes another time. Oh, dearie, promise me you won't do such things any more. Promise Mary you won't. Whenever you get to feeling one of those fearful Red Circle fits coming on you just run and tell me. And I'll lock you up till it's all over"
 The girls eyes narrowed. The back of her right hand began to throb.
 I'm so tired!" she murmured, ''and I'm so faint, with all this fright and danger. It's given me sick headache. I'm going to bed. Tell mother, won't you? And me. I want to go to sleep and not be disturbed till tomorrow morning"
 Eluding the worried old woman's torrent of suggestions as to aromatic spirits of ammonia and aspirin and hot-water bags, June finally escaped to her own bed room. Turning the key in the door, she went to the long French window that opened out on vine-wreathed balcony, closed the window, drew down the blinds, and then advanced toward the chair wherecn lay her packages. Her face was grave and was set in lines of calm de- termination that aged and strengthened the young features. On her hand and pulsating against the white flesh.
 Chief Allen still sat in his private office clearing up some odds and ends of the days official routine, before going to his club for belated dinner. Night had fallen. but a broad streak of moonlight lay athwart the window sill.
 His secretary came in from the outer office.
 Young fellow outside there chief,' he Wants to see you. He's a dummy. Not deaf; but he's dumb Here's note he scribbled for you. He's from MT. Lamar"
 The chief took the slip of paper his secretary rendered, and read the three written lines it contained
 1T am dumb. Cannot talk. But I can hear. I must see the chief of police. MT. Lamar sent me-
 "Oh, all right. All right" grunted the chief. "I suppose I'll get my dinner some time between now and Christmas, if have luck. Bring him in.''
 The secretary vanished; reappearing in a moment with a young man in tow.
 The visitor was quietly dressed and wore on his head golf cap, which it evidently did not occur to him to re- move in the august presence of the chief He also carried under one arm a crook handled Malacca cane
 The newcomer was somewhat short of stature, for a full-grown man. His face was round and youthful looking. His felicately molded hands were gloved.
 Well, sir,'' said the chief, none too what can I do for you? What does MT. Lamar want?"
 Unbidden, the caller seated himself gracefully in chair beside the chief S