Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-03-20

his lack Of familiarity with his surroundings
made that practically useless.
At midnight he stretched out on his bed
without undressing, and went over the sltua-
ton carefully. He knew nothing of the Yarl-
GUS neuroses which affect the human mind,
but he had a vague impression that memory,
when lost, did eventually return, and DICK
recognition of the chambermald pointed TO
such a return. He wondered what man
would feel. under such conditions, what ne
would think.
All at once he was aware that someone
was working stealthily at the lock OF the door
which communicated with the room beyond.
He slid cautiously off the bed, and went to
the light switch, standing with hand en- 1t,
and waited. The villa t1Uugnt that 1t might
be Livingstone was uppermost in his mlnd,
and when the door creaked open and closed
again, that was the word he breathed into the
darkness.
mo" said woman's voice in whisper.
cts the maid, Hattie. Be careful Ihere
a guard at the top of the stairs
He heard her moving to his outer door, and
he knew that she stood there, listening, her
head against the panel When she was sat
isfed she slipped with the sWlttness or Ia
miliarity with her surroundings to the STAND
beside his bed, and turned on the lamp. In
the shaded light he saw that she wore a dark
cape, with its hood drawn over her head In
some strange fashion the maid, even the Wom-
an was lost, and she stood, strange, mysterl-
GUS and dramatic in the little room.
eff you found Jud Clark, what would you
do with him." she demanded From beneath
the hood her eyes searched his face: Turn
him over to wilkins and his OUTFIT
81 think you know better than that
Have you got any plan?'
"Plan? No. They've got every outlet
closed, haven't they? Do you know where
he s?"
Il know where he isn't or they'd have him
by now. And I know Jud Clark. He's taken
to the mountains, same as he did before. He's
got a good horse"
,,cOi''
Listen. I haven't told this and I don't
mean to. They'll learn it in a couple of hours,
anyhow He got out by a back fire escape
they know that. But they don't know he took
Ed Ricketts, black mare They think he's on
! foot I've been there now, and she's gone.
Ed comes in one night week and plays
poker with a crowd upstairs They break up
about o'clock, and he'll miss his morse then.
That's two hours yet
Bassett tried to see her face, in the shadow
of the hood He was puzzled and suspicious
at her change of front, more than half afraid
| of trap.
| with Wikins?" he demanded You could
have saved the situation tonight by saying
you weren't sure"
81 was upset I've had time to think since
He was forced to trust her, eventually, al"
though the sense of some hidden motive, some
urge greater than compassion, persisted in
! him.
tains at night, you know, and expect to find
him"
Eyes. He was delirous when he left. That
| thing about the sheriff being after him-he
wasn't after him then. Not until [ gave the
alarm He's delirious, and he thinks he's
back to the night he-you know. wouldn't
he do the same thing again, and make Tor
i the mountains and the cabin? He went to
! the cabin before"
/ Its possible. 1t might be worth folow-l
ing up"
He looked at his watch, 1t was half past
! twelve.
| out of the town"
''You might. on foot They'll be trailing
Ricketts, horse by dawn. And If you can get
out of town can get you horse. l can get
you out, too, think. l know every foot of
the place"
A feeling of theatrical unreality was Bas-
sett's chief emotion during the trying time
that followed. The clOaked and shroud6d
| figure of the woman ahead, the passage
through two dark and empty rooms by pass
key to an unguarded corridor in the rear, and
the descent of the fire escape, where they
stood flattened against the wall while man,
possibly one of the posse, rode in, tied his
horse and stamped in high-heeled boots into
the building, and always just ahead the sure
movement and silent tread of the woman
kept nerves taut and increased his feeling OF
the unreal.
At the foot of the fire escape the woman
slid out of sight noiselessy but under Bas-
sett's feet tin can rolled and clattered. Then
a horse snorted close to his shoulder and he
was frozen with fright. After that she gave
him her hand and led him through an empty
Outbulding and another yard, into street.
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