Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-06-27
tup behind the wheel. They were

up behind the wheel. They were
off.
To himself Glenn had had to admit
that no one could be bored in Rae's
society. No wonder Vira was jeal-
Gus. But he wouldn't have taken a
dozen Raes for one Vira. He didn't
like coarseness and sometimes Rae
did not suit his fastidious nature.
Vira, with all her modernity, vivaci-
ty and recklessness, never was
coarse.
Mckay had gone, properly reward
ed and Garrick was bordering over
what he had just learned.
"Were they the three at the Parr
estate last night-Rae, Brock and
Jack?" he speculated aloud at
length.
But Jack could hardly have been
back then" fastened Dick. He
must have been on the 'Bacchante.' >"
"How about Glenn?"
"Or Georges?" parted Dick.
PERHAPS. What of Ruth?
Say. Dick, I'm going to leave
you here with that wireless dicta-
graph. You can work it best any
how. I must get a line on that
garage and do it right away"
Down the street in a lunchroom
Garrick caught sight of Mckay again
and beckoned him quietly out.
ST was thinking about calling you
up, sir, soon," informed Mckay. Il
was just talking to one of the polish
ers in there. He tells me that Jack
Curtis gave orders to some driver
about the place, a stranger, to go
after something at IL o'clock. He
didn't know what it was or where
it was but he give him key, sir"
Mckay pointed the fellow, a
stranger, out, and Garrick reached
into his pocket for his ever-ready
roll of bills.
Mckay seemed really offended.
"Mr. Garrick-please. I didn't feel
right when you slipped me that other
five spot. Mrs. Walden has been so
fine to me-I'Ve driven her three
years-and, as you might say, seen
Miss Ruth grow up. Say, I believe
I'd lose an arm or a leg to get this
thing settled straight.
AlOuG WdlLSOs IL was 4IO"
half past nine. He had an hour and
half to watch. AS he did so he
revolved the two robberies over and
over in his mind. Each time his
thought led him to the same path.
Who was the man higher up?" Was
it Jack Curtis? Or Brock? Might it
not be Georges? What, after all. did
he know about Georges, since be-
fore the war and during the easy vio-
lation of selling service men that
which is wet?
1t was nearly midnight when Gar
rick in what seemed like a reliable
taxicab, conceded the trailing of the
man who had received instructions
from Curtis.
He had evidently been wal g
until the streets were sufficiently ..e-
serted. Now he drew his car, a
big sedan, up to the curb, leaving
the engine running, but well muf-
fled, as silent as sleeve valves could
make it.
Garrick dismissed his taxi It the
corner and began to reconnoitre. To
his amazement he saw that he was
on the block where was the town
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1t was an added shock when he
saw that the car had stopped just
in front of the Gerard house and
that the driver had entered the
gate and was fumbling with a key
at the door.
Garricl1 quickened his steps. 1t
was now or never to get let in on
| this mystery.
| AS he turned in at the gate the
man at the door heard him, looking
quickly as if expecting him, then
PATCHING a better look uttered an
oath and swung on him.
Garrick parried and countered.
The man went sprawling backward
on the bit of turf of the little front
yard.
At that moment Garrick heard
the clatter of feet from across the
street and around the motor. But
before he could turn, the other man
was on him, bearing him down with
the momentum of the rush. He
was husky but Garrick felt he
could outwrestle him.
! The fellow SpraWling on the turf
/ swore again as he crouched up on
his hands and knees, waiting to
ret hold.
Two were more than Garrick
could handle as legs and arms and
heads cut the turf, getting ever
nearer the sharp pickets Of the
fence.
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