Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-06-23

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/ repast to the attic. For some occult
/ reason. Sam lOveo to torment and fright
| en- the dapper little butler. And Yama's
visits to the hiding place were moments
/ of terror to the poor little yellow man.
/ Today was no exception. He set the
| tray down in front of Sam and started
/ to pour out a glass of wine for him.
I But Yama's hand shook pitifully, from
sheer fright. spoonful of wine fell
| on Sans knee.
With a truly terrifying growl Eagau
snratched up the carving knife he still
carried in his belt and rushed at the
jap.
/ I'm going to cut my monicker on your
measly hearth he snarled.
/ Yama did not pause to see if the
| threat would be fulfilled. Dropping
everything. he fled.
/ Down the attic stairs he bounded
three steps at a jump. At every inch
of the way he expected to feel the cruel
knife-point sink into his back.
| Downward he sped. fully believing
/ Sam was close behind him all the way
Eagan returned the knife to it's
place, chuckling amusedly at the scare
/ he had given the butler. Then ne
picked up the bottle of wine and tried
| to read its label.
+, But the light was dim and his eyes
window to get a better view OF the la
bel. Close to the pane he stood for an
| instant. curiously and laborIously SPELL
ing out the name.
And. in that instant Max Lamar.
turning in at the front walk, CHANGED
10 look up-and saw him.
Lamar halted and stared upward more
keenly. But Sam had moved away from
the window. Max, with the excitement
F az hrHrnE an, he
veranda steps.
At the top. he collided violently with
little figure that shot out of the front
Coor. Ii was Nama: still IN flight from
Sans imaginary pursuit
What's up?" demanded Max
Tama stared. speechless and gasping.
What's the natter" repeated Lamar.
Did you see him. too? Were you going
TCT the police?''
'Saw-saw nobody" babbled the Jan:
still remembering Sans threat of what
he would do should Yama betray his
hiding place. Saw nobody. Going for
little walk. +"
Going for 4 little hundred-yard dash.
you mean" corrected the perplexed La
mar. Let me in there. I've just
seen"
Why. Mr. Lamar" exclaimed a voice
from the foot of the steps
Max turned. to see June, in riding
dress. crop in hand. mounting the YER
anda toward him.
Miss Travis" he said. hurriedIy, II
caught glimpse Of a man I'm almost
sure was Sam Eagan."
Really? asked June, her heart beat
ing fast. How interesting. Where
abouts?"
an that topmost window of your
house The attic window, I suppose. He
was"
What NONSENSE" she laughed nerv-
ously. How could he possibly"
4 must go and look for him." insist
ed Lamar That is, if you'll let me-
He probably remembered your goodness
to him in other days, and sneaked in
here to try to persuade you to help
him. Let me go in, please. He mustn't
get away from US again"
June, too confused 10. make any pro-
test led the way into the house. She
was sick with terror. In the library
doorway they met Mrs. Travis. She
came forward. cordially. to greet La
mar The crime specialist cut short
her salutations by saying, brusquely:
Mrs. Travis, have reason to think
criminal is hiding in this house.
Smiling Sam Eagan, the crook I told
you about down at Surfton. May 1
search for him.
why certainly" assented the star
tied old lady. Butch, do hope you
are mistaken. Mr.. Lamar! / can't be-
lieve-"
Max had already started up the stairs.
June, dreading to go with him. yet
dreading far more to remain in sus-
pense. followed. Mary. who had been
crossing the lower hall as Lamar en-
tered. hurried after her.
The search of the next floor was
merely perfunctory. Max would have
gone straight TO the attic had not June,
with an affectation of caution, begged
him to search the lower rooms first
Hes not down here" declared tho
crime specialist at last, I'm growing i'm
patience. I'm going to try the at
tic How do 1 get to it?"
He was standing close to the doorway,
as he spoke, the doorway leading to
the attic stairs. And his strong voice
carried every word to the fugitive above
At the sound Eagan started to his
feet, knife in hand. This attic was no
place to he cornered like a rat in a
trap. If he could get downstairs, a
knife-thrust in Lamars body might
leave the way free for hirn to escape
TO the street. Yes and that same
knife-thrust might silence Lamar for
ever. If so. he had no fear of the
had done the murder. They would not
dare.
Knife in fist. Eagan tlptoed down the
stairs. With his free hand he opened
the door little way, and peeped out
into the upper hall.
Lamar had just moved from that very
door. and was standing with his back
to him. only a few feet away. looking
about for the entrance to the attic
stairs.
But June saw the door open. She
saw the broad, hideous face. the tight
sripped knife. She saw Sam crouch
for spring She saw him, knife
raised. launch himself at the unsus-
Tecting Lamar
Then. as the man stabbed. June awoke
from her daze of Mortified inaction.
With a scream she seized Lamar, and by
main force hurled him to one side and
halfway around.
The knife-thrust missed its mark
by the fraction of an inch. Lamar,
whirling, caught sight of his foe. As
Eagan's arm went back to stab again,
Max grappled him.
Back and forth across the hall,
the two men swayed and lurched
in their fierce wrestle. The shoulder
of one of the two close-locked bodies
struck against the attic door, slamming
il shut Chairs were overturned, and
the hallway became a bedlam of noise
and fury.
Sam managed to wrench his knife