Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-06-09


weight on him! Lend an arrum here,
| Mulroony!'
! Between them they hoisted the trunk
containing Smiling Sam" and carried
/ it downstairs Yama heard them dump
/ il on the tail end of the wagon with
an awful thud. In a minute they We're
up for the second trunk. When they
/ had taken Mrs Travis and Mary 5
| trunks from their rooms they called
| out a jolly Good night" making wild
| threats to the lazy steeds which object
ed to TIE increased load.
| Up i'm Junes room, Yama ran to the
window. He intended calling out to
| them to stop But his courage forsook
him. He dropped trembling into chair
not hero-just terrified little Jap
| anese butler. On the floor at his feet,
| face-up, lay a tiny snapshot photograph
Of Max Lamar, the crime specialist, evil
gently dropped by June in the haste OF
| departure.
To know June had kept bis likeness
for even an hour would have been balm
| to Lanar's soul. In his office, sur
rounded by his stuffy old records ana
| science books, he had been struggling
all day to rid himself of the vision of
pair Of challenging eyes, laughing
| lips and 4 crown of adorable curls.
! Her face bobbed at him from behind
| dusty bookshelvcs. 1t smiled saucily
from smudged. printed pages of police
records. 1t danced t2ntalizingly near;
| but never within arms reach
In utter disgust he slammed down
| book on THE Defective Cerebellum,
! took his hat and cane from the rack,
and sLrolled over to the office Of the
chief of police The secretary asked
| him to wait a moment. During the
sixty seconds Lamar feverishly paced
the little anteroom.
The chief came out to greet him.
| 'Hello-whats up?" he inquired terse-
! ly, at first sight of him. Look all
gone to pieces. What Is it? Stomach,
| liver-or heart"
! "Oh, I'm worked OUT explained Max
impatiently These Red Circle cases
have got me going. They make me see
| what a dub L am"
Il don't want to speak to you about
| the Red Circle" Allen told him.
Come on into the office and have a
smoke want you to drop these cases
| for a while and go to work on the
Gordon affair The Farwen corpora
zion will pay heavy blood money to get
him back You're the man 1 want on
| it,"
Cant do it, chief" Lamar answered
without a moments hesitation. "Aw-
! fully sorry-but 1 can't do it."
I
| Nonsense! Why can't you? The
Ichange will give your nerves a rest
This Red Circle business has got you
Woody. Come on, start out on the Cor
don case, Lamar"
The crime specialist rose from his
chair and held out his hand
I'D like to do anything you ask me
to- chief" he declared sincerely. but
! can't handle this Gordon case. Because
! Oh n Red Circle
until / solve it."
There was a knock at the door. The
chiefs secretary came in from the out
side office.
/ "The two men you sent down to Surf
ton on the Gordon case are outside
They'd like to see you at once-Very
| important
Lamar reached for his hat. The chief
interpOsed.
! NO, want you to stay and hear what
/ they have to say. Maybe it will arouse
your interest sufficiently to make you
change your mind. Send them in, Har-
| ry."
| The two detectives rushed into the
! doorway, each desperately anxious to
tell the exciting story. Lamar smiled
once upon a time, centuries ago, he had
that same impulsive enthusiasm.
Didn't get a trace of him down at
Surfton," Boyle, the taller or the TWO
burst out as he crossed the threshold
Must have had pal down there who
| warned him.
And we were coming back to town,
disguised with our luck" intercepted
Jacobs when all of a sudden look out
| of the window and see this fellow Cor
don, standing plumb on the sidewalk as
! bold as you please. OF course Bill ana
I got off that car in double-quick time,
but before we could steal up on MIN
Gordon sighted us and
| "And made for an alleyway," the hrst
ao+oo+i,,a broke in iealously We
chased him down the alleyway-it was
one running alongside a lumber yard.
| we got a patrolman to stand guard over
the entrance to the yard while we In
vestigated farther down the alley-out
nothing doing"
Did YOU search the yard?" asked
Lamar quietly.
cav. how can you search a lumber
yard?" scoffed Jacobs. "A guy could
have you playing hide-and-seek all week
in one of those things. We put the pa
trolman there so he couldn't make a
getaway"
The chief looked at Lamar.
"WelI." he asked slyly. does 1t change
your mind?'
Max shook his head.
"Sorry. but it doesn't. Goodby. I'm
not going back to the office just yet. I'm
going to take a brisk walk. Maybe when
| / get back some of those cobwebs Will
be cleared out of my head. I'm not go
ing to walk past any lumber yards eth
err" he added as a parting shot.
The four men-all interested In the
man hunt for the little embezzler, Gore
| don-laughed heartily. If only one OF
them had looked out of the window OF
the chiefs office at that minute he would
have seen a weary, bedraggled creature
holding a small white card in his hand
wander past looking for an address.
| The weary. bedraggled creature was
/ Charles Gordon, fugitive attorney, who
after a night spent on a damp park lawn
was seeking Max Lamar to throw him
/ self on his mercy.
/ The sight Of a blue Uniform with
/ brass buttons on the street corner
| ahead Of him made him dodge rapidly
| into a convenient doorway. Heavy, reg
/ ular footsteps approached his hiding
place-the measured pacing Of the pa
! troIman on his beat, known so well to
/ evaders Of embarrassing situations. The
/ blue, well-fed figure got abreast the
srot-passed it, unseeing. The coast
was clear.