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

skirted the building, keeping close to
the wall, and turned the corner. There
he drew u free breath and pushed MS
hat back on his forehead.
The second large doorway from the
corner had BLACK Building carved i'll
the stone up over the arch. Gordon
looked at the card in his hand.
The penciled line under Lamar's name
read. "512 Black Building" He walked
through the huge glass door and started
to mount the stairs. A man sneaking
from the laws hands does not trust
himself to elevators-or rather people
who run them.
At the top of the fourth flight he
turned down the hallway to his Left
and looked for the door with that num-
Der on it. He found 1.-THE door slight
ly ajar.
Very cautiously Gordon pushed it wild
er. A noise from the elevator shaft
frightened him. He slipped inside and
closed the door after him.
graceful woman. prettily gowned,
was seated in a chair beside the desk,
with her back to him. The click Of the
closing door made her jump up and
face him.
Gordon gasped. 1t was June Travis!
They stood staring at each other for
a long second-both startled, both at g
loss for words. JunS found speech
first.
"Mr. Gordon?' she exclaimed. look
ing around nervously. why did you
come here? How foolish of you to take
the chance! You had such a splendid
opportunity to get away! Why didn't
you take advantage Of it,"
Get away?" Gordon laughed bitter
". Miss Travis, everyone thinks that
getting away is mere child'S play I'M
til thew try to do it. There is nothing
so difficult. There is nothing In the
torture line that can come up to it
this lodging the police when you don't
know how I'm tired and cold and
hungry. I've spent the night on a lawn
in the park I haven't n morsel Of
food. I'm sick and DISCOURAGED ready
to give up. Mr.. Lamar Is my last hope.
thought I'd try him. If he turns me
down it's all over
June went toward him, smiling, and
held out her hand.
Don't get DISCOURAGED" she urged
'rYou know anything is possible IL you
have the grit to hack It,"
ct haven't" Gordon said simply.
est down. Tune pushed a chair
toward him. MAYBE. if you can tel
somebody what has happened. it will
does tighten th'nes TO be able to talk
about them. Will you tell me about
your trouble. Mr.. Gordon. and what led
uu to this? I'm verv much interested"
Gordon shok his head.
"Please"
The teIenhone on the desk at June's
elbow, tinkled. She looked mischievous-
" at Gordon. and waited to see II La
mars secretary had heard Il and would
come running in from the outer Of
fee.
at wonder II that's a call" she wf1is-
nered. dimpiing with mischief. 'Tf II
ia. I'm going to answer IL. Suppose
It's some big crime case? A murder!
Wouldn't II be exciting?"
She took the receiver from the hook.
Hello" she said. as brief and bust
nesslike as could be.
Hello" came back over the wire, IN
a short frightened gasp. "Mr. LAMAR
There was a shorp click, buzzing,
then utter silence. June moved the
hook I'D and down imnatiently. There
was no answer. She became quite ex-
cited about it-and persisted. Sudden
NV a bored voice broke in:
Number. pleaseT'
"You cut me Off, June answered
sharnly.
what number were you talking tor
"T don't know They called me-"
"Tf I can locate the party. I'll call
you again. Hang up, please"
"Oh, bother!"
June put the receiver hack on the
hocr, and turned to Gordon.
1.-THE reason I'm so put out and irri-