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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN.
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A THRILLING NOVEL OF MYSTERY,
TRAGEDY AND A STOLEN FORTUNE
By EDEN PHILLPOTTS AND ARNOLD BENNETT
(Copyright, 19M, by Eden Fhlllpotts tod Arnold Bennett)
CHAPTER XV.
Uncle Walter.
The confession of Meredith's Identity
had the singular fact of making PMlIp
undeniably and astonishingly happy.
He aaked himself, indeed, why the fact
that Meredith waa Glralda In disguise
should render him ao absurdly Joy
ous. He pretended to himself that there
waa no logic In the feeling of pleaauro.
Put that was pretehce merely. He
knew in the depth of hi* being that his
Joy waa firmly baaed In the logic of his
heart. He perceived now why he had
liked Meredith from the moment of
their first meeting, and why he had al
ways been conscious of an apparently
strange Instinct to protect and aaalst
Meredith.
qualntances. What waa I to do? Go
Into a convent? Or begin to earn my
living Independently?"
"The situation was very awkward,
decidedly," said Philip.
"You see that, don't you?" she cried,
raising her voice, and, aa it were,
clutching for hi a sympathy. "You see
that? Well, I wanted to earn my liv
ing and l wanted to start at once. Peo
ple such at I don't choose their careers.
Their careers are decided when they
age born. Mine was. Nothing could
have kept me off the stage. I was
very sorry for my father's sorrow, and
I think I may eay I didn't let his an
ger make me angry. He couldn't un
derstand. How could he be expected
to understand? Supposing that I had
suggested to him that he should give
up his ship and force himself to go on
he would have thought I was
the stage,
mad. But that would have been exact'
Iy the same thing as his asking me to
give up the stage and voyage with him
The disguise had deceived
his brain, but It had not deceived the
instinctive. Inarticulate part-of him. . - - - -
"So you are Mis. PoHexfenr he “ ve “ * lw5Ber *! lth ‘h® Sldgwtcta-
questloned with a those ore m Y cousins. I tried to ex-
whose persuMlVeneu he* ffd n",I.P Ial T;. that . t ? . 1 ? lm !.. bu > .'?« .couldn't aee
guess.
"X am Mary Pollexfen," was the half
shy reply.
Of course she was a woman! De
spite her clothes, she was for Philip,
aa ahe faced him there In the little
green, confined office with Ita deak and
ledgers, the most Intensely feminine
woman that the world contained. How
came It that his Intellectual apparatus
had never discerned her sex? How
came It—but hts mind was full of
queries. .
‘I* l» very strange." said Phllli
•hat X did not recognize you «a Glrai
®f-, Because I had seen your portrait
at the Physique Club, and what Is
more, the portrait had positively haunt
ed me."
"X do not think it very strange, after
all, Mary Pollexfen answered. "You
see I am pretty expert at making up.
Seven years ago I played nothing but
principal boy*—on account of my
height, I suppose. So X waa well used
to men's clothes. And then the scar ab
solutely changes my face."
"But where did you get that awful
wound V
"1 paint It each morning," Mary Pol
lexfen explained, falnty smiling at Phil-
Ip’s astonishment. "It waa by accident
a long time ago that I found out how
a scar across the cheek like that seem
ed to alter the position of the cheek
bone and make all my face different."
"Then you can wash It off at any
time?"
"Certainly.”
"You relieve me Immenaely, Miae
Pollexfen," Philip sighed.
"Unfortunately," said she, "my hatr
won't grow quite os easily as I can
wash off that scar."
There was a significant pause.
“And nnu'. Mina Pnllavfon •• uni.
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Th- finptlit Tntiernncle Lyceum Cour*e
Mctolwr 1 with the John Thomne
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lytum i-nurne.
This will bo followed by Ople Bond, tho
We!, r ,u,.,i a „thor t in nu evening of read*
‘"-tobt r 29. Arthur W. Hawke, tho
■ Men,” will appear November 16,
}** Ih ‘ fallowed later in the eeaeon by
™ Italian !l«y»* Rand, Spillman Higgs,
•a* fnin.iiis loeturer, Gilbert A. F.ldredge;
t&F '•li'v.-r character impersonator, Mattl-
►>n Wilbur chase, the “silver-tongued ofra-
J*°f ,,!t North/* and Whitney Brothers'
*•1* Quartet.
[ Tw '* 8'1'lttlonsl attractions will be en-
M ' hpn 1.600 tickets have been sold,
Jr* n course of ten hlgb-class attrac-
[v 1 *- fur nnd away the best selection of
. , nt e\ er offered on a lycetim platform In
J^nta. And the price tor reserved seat
. for The entire season is only one
Wlar.
J* al " r,f tickets will positively close
ur-lny of this week. Until then sents
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During a banquet at the New Kimball
Wednesday evening, at which pleasure and
serious thought were enjoyably mixed,
number of tho local lumber dealers declared
their allegiance to the Retail Lumber Deal
ers' Association of Alabama and Tennessee.
It was decldexl to hold a meeting of the as
sociation In Birmingham January next and
there to change tho name ao as to Include
Georgia Arms. *
The banquet was given III honor of Presi
dent Richard Itundolph
A NEW BOOK COMPANY
ORGANIZED WEDNE8DAY.
A new book company was organised
on Wednesday with the following gen
tlemen as directors: E. C. Merry, pres
ident; Professor J. L. Caldwell, secre
tary; George B. Rush, attorney; Rev.
M. J. Cofer and Mr. Craig Cofleld, exec
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And now, Mias Pollexfen," said Phil-
Ip courageously, "don't you think we
had better come to business at once?"
“Business?" she echoed the word, as
if startled.
"Yes," he said, "don't you think you
had better tell me why you are here
In disguise. I know you must be In
great sorrow. I guess you are In great
difficulty. And I am Just as sure as
I am of anything that I can help you."
"How can you help me?" she stam
mered timidly, gazing self-consciously
at the desk.
“I shall be able to answer that ques
tion better when you have talked to
me a little. Talk to me. Tell me. I
would be willing to do a great deal for
you, a very great deal. I’ve no Inten
tion of Informing you that I would
cheerfully sacrifice my life to save
your little Anger from harm. Because
If I began In that strain I should feel
an awful ape. Still—” he nodded his
head several times quickly as though
to emphasize his words—"you may
command me." He looked at her
steadily.
"Really?”
Her manner of uttering that single
word enchanted Philip. In her tone
there was something of entreaty, some
thing of an uneerlous and delicate In
credibility, something of a challenge,
and something queenlike. He. seem*
ed to see In her at length the wor
shiped beauty of the stage—not at all
spoilt by Incense and homage, but yet
aware of the potency of her charm, and
accustomed to the vows of devotees.
"ReallyI” he Insisted.
They exchanged n glance. And
that glance established their relations.
In the brief Instant of Ita duration each
formed a resolve, the one to trust, the
other to shield, and the resolve was
momentous. deHnlte nnd final.
Mary Pollexfen sat down.
"Can we talk here?" she demanded
suspiciously, looking at the door.
"Where else can we talk?" I*hlllp
asked. "The door la shut. I'll keep
an eye on It. Now, will you tell me
why you are here In this disguise?"
"I came to look nfter my father."
said Mary. "I CBme to watch over him.
Perhaps you will say It was a childish
Idea, but—” .
"And a disguise was necessary for
"Yes. If mv poor father had had
the slightest Idea that I waa meddling
In his life he would have left the place."
"You were not quite on good terms,
was that It?" ... ,
Mary Pollexfen agreed with a gest
ure. "We had quarreled." she said, "we
had not spoken to each other for seV'
eral years. I was very sorry—very sor
ry to upset him and very sorry that he
would not see me—but I could r-'
** "Yes?" Philip encouraged her.
She nan now on the opposite Hide of
the desk from Philip, Idly and nerv
ously pleating a piece of paper Into the
form of a fan. Then she leaned her
head on one hand. .
■■It was nil about me going on the
stage," she proceeded. "I had always
wanted to go on the stage. The sink®
wns tn my blood. But my father hated
the stage. Perhaps he had a cause
to. He left me at school In Southend
and went on a voyage, and when he
came back from hts voyage I was an
actress on tour with a provincial corn-
pans'. Not a No. 1 company, Mr. Mas-
tern, but a wretched little company do
ing flt-up towns. I hadn’t written to
my father to tell hIVn. 1 dared not. At
least, perhaps I dared: but somehow I
could not put the words on the paper.
So It was a terrible surprise for 111m
when lie did come back nnd learnt the
news. I got a cousin of ours to tell
him.” , -
"Your mother was dead?"
"Yes. She died when I was born.
Just Imagine my position. At IS I had
had enough of school—too much! I
could have gone with my father on his
nhlp. perhaps. But though my father
nnd I ured to be good friends, and I
liked the sea pretty well, I could never
have been reconciled to the life on
board a tramp steamer. Only iny
father’s wish to be all In all to me
could have made him dream of such n
thing. I was obliged to live some
where then. I could have lived with
some cousins, but even at 15 I had ex
tremely strong likes and dislikes, and
the prospect of living with my cousins
didn’t appeal to me a little hit, though
they were perfectly tolerable as ac-
It. He couldn’t. He talked about wo
man’s sphere, the dear old thing 1"
"Then you fought out the question
at an Interview?"
Mary Pollexfen gave a little shudder.
"Yes," she aald. "My company hap
pened to be at Winchester whtlq his
ship was taking In cargo at Southamp
ton. He came to see me. I remember
I woe lodging In a little room In the
road up the steep hill out of Winches
ter—I forget Its name. Tee, we fought
It out. That was the worst day of my
life, except the day after my father’s
death. And 1 waa only 15. 1 was only
15 and he was over 50. Think of Itl
Now he Is dead, something soft In my
heart hints that perhaps I ought to
have given way. But no! No! It
had to be. There are things stronger
than affection. I loved my father. My
father loved me. But we parted. He
might have used force with me. He
very nearly did use force with the man
ager of the company. I won’t tell you
what he said when we parted. No
one will ever know that except me.
Now, I think It over I see I must have
had extraordinary Individual force,
even at that age—call It obatlnacy—to
withstand him. He returned to hts
ship. I went on with my business as
the least Important member of a tour
ing company of no Importance at all."
"Why!" said Philip, "It waa trag
edy!"
"That’s Just what It was," said Mriry,
’and It often happens that In a real
tragedy nobody Is to blame—and every
one suffers.”
"Didn’t you see him ngalnT'
"I mode two attempts for peace. The
first was when I waa IS. I saw him
once. I Insisted on seeing him. It
was useless, absolutely useless! Cap
tains i)ve very solitary lives, I think,
and that Influences them. My poor
father's prejudices against the stage
and me only Increased aa he grew old
er. Our last direct Interview, four
years ago, endsd everything between
us. We drifted apart, os they any—
utterly. I found It Impossible even to
keep In touch with his movements. In
fact, I lost him. I didn’t know the
name of hla new ship. I didn’t know
why he had left the old one. I didn’t
even know if he-was alive. That
show* how relatives may get separat
ed, mentally and physically. I never
spoke of him. I fancy most of my
friends took me for an orphan. Of
course If I am to be perfectly honest
I must admit that I was wrapped up
In my own career. And habit la so
strong. During the first ysars of my
estrangement I used to send my fath
er (he prettiest cards I could buy on
his birthday and at Christmas. Then
I didn’t know where to send them to—
And—and—don’t you now think It’s
very sad. Mr. Masters, such a thing as
I am telling you?” The change In her
lovely voice wa* swift and dramatic.
Philip felt Ahe lump In his throat
He could not speak., lie nodded.
"These couelne of youre,” he man
aged to say at length. "They could
do nothing to get the capta|n to alter
his views?"
"Nothing. They were nice, quiet, or.
dlnary people. But they would a# soon
have dared to come between my fath
er and me as go Into—Into a den of
Hone. They were afraid of both of us,
They still live at Southend, or rather,
Just out of Southend. I doubt If they
have heard of this affair even yet.”
"And you have no other relatives?'
"Yes," said Mary Pollexfen, In
low tone, drawing her hand nervously
along the table. ‘There wa* my fath
eria brother, my uncle—Walter Pollex
fen. But—’’
"But what?"
Mary’s eye* moistened. "It Is Uncle
Walter who”— She stopped short with
a sort of nervous spasm, and sat up
straight, evidently collecting her forces.
"I must explain to you about that
man," she recommenced. "Although
have never seen him—at any rate I a
not sure that I have ever seen him—I
seem to know him Intimately.”
"How so?"
"From my; father’s descrlntlons. And,
Inter, from what the Sidgwlcks used
tell me. Walter Pollexfen was ten
years younger than my father. He
very precocious Indeed as a child. I
must have .taken after him, as regards
being precocious—certainly I didn'
take after my father. I think th,e chil
dren of elderly parents are ften very
precocious. And he was very clever,
too. And extremely violent. He was
one of those boys who become men
at once. At ten years of age, my fath
er used to say, no one could manage
him. No one could do anything with
him at all. He was expelled from
three schools at Southend before he
was 21. He would listen to nobody.
He once locked another boy up in
wooden shed and set fire to It, becau.
the boy wouldn't give him half an ap
:)!e. And it waa a mere chance that
the boy wasn’t burnt to death. He
would have been If he hadn't pushed
penknife and everything he had In hts
pockets under the door of the abed as
a ransom. That was the eort of youth
my uncle was. He had no mercy on
animals at all. And yet my father
■aid that he could be charming when
he wanted to. At sixteen he married
a woman very nearly old enough to
his mother—ran away with her. He
had a thick mustache at fourteen."
"An Interesting young man!” Philip
commented.
"Do you think so?" said Mary. 'The
stage was hie passion, as It's mine.
I took after him In that. And it woe
because of my uncle’s connection with
the stage that my father hated It eo.
Only uncle got tired of the stage pretty
soon, and I expect that I shall, too. A
nineteen he was playing old men
parts at the Britannia at Hoxton.
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pie said he might have been one
most successful actors in London. He
was very well known In the profession.
The profession thought even more
highly of him than the public did, I
believe. There are actors like that,
you know. He stabbed another actor
on the stage of the Britannia one night
It w-as supposed to be an accident. But
according to what people say, It wasn't
an accident at all. However, all this
wpa *Mrty years ago. Then he went
America.”
'And what became of hie wife?"
’He deserted her when he was elgh
teen. But Just before he went to
America he found her again, and he
made her go with him—I suppose be
cause she had come Into some money.
And then she died, In Cleveland."
’Died!”
'It Is supposed that he killed her.
I say it Is supposed'—no one except
my uncle can be sure. Anyhow, there
,n-os a great outcry. Father used to
have cuttings of the articles that ap
peared In the New York and other
newspapers about the affair. Uncle had
to disappear, at leant he did disap
pear. After that he must have traveled
all over the world. He waa In a revo
lution In Uruguay. He had a circus
In Yokohama. But my father only
heard rumors ot him at long Intervals.
On the other hand he seemed always
to know exactly where my father was.
And from time to time he would write
and demand money.”
"And did he get It?"
"Yes, he got It. It would, of course,
have been better It he had not got It,
But father could never refuse him al
together. I firmly believe that until
Just before the very last my father
had a kind of liking for him. You
see, he was so much cleverer than fath
er, and father must have been a little
afraid of him as well."
'This wa* the same brother who has
been mentioned at the—the inquest.'
"Yea, there was only one."
“Then he Is In London now, of
course?”
'i’m afraid so.”
“But you've never seen him?"
"No, but I’ve heard from him."
"When 7"
"About three weeks ago I got
atrange letter from him. It was ad
dressed to the theater. That letter was
the cause of my coming here. I will
■how It to you. Then you can Judge
for yourself.'
She paused, and slowly drew a let
ter from the pocket of her coat and
handed It to Philip, who opened It and
read:
"Dear Mary: This Is from your old
Uncle Walter, whom I daresay you
have heard of. Your father Is a fool,
and you had better bring him to rea
son, or It will be the worse for him.
He's getting obstinate In hla old age.
He's retired from the captaincy of
business And he's got hold of the great
est monoy-maklng scheme that I’ve
heard of for a pretty long while,
can't manage It himself. I’m Just the
man to help him, but he won’t let me.
I told him I was starving, and he gave
me twenty pounds. It Isn’t a question
of twenty pounds. It Is a question of
twenty thousand, and lots more. I
only want half the profits, nnd thnt’s
fair, as 1 should do all the work. The
old fool would simply make a hash of
the business. Hut he won’t see It. I
never knew him so obstinate. Now
he's Just got to give In. If you know
anything about me, you know that
candor Is my most sublime quality,
and I’m candid now. I’m nothing If
not candid. You’ve quarreled with
your father, I'm given to understand.
Or rather he's quarreled with you.
it better go home and make it up
with him, and warn him that I mean
business. When I’m desperate I’m very
desperate. He seems to have forgotten
that. Tell him from me that If he
doesn’t let me In on the ground floor,
I'll take good care that he's put out of
the way of making a single penny of
profit for himself. Tell him that.
'■ Your desperate uncle,
"WALTER POLI.EXFfcN.
P. H.—Your father la or will shortly
be at the Corner house. Strange street,
Klngsway.”
Philip folded up the letter, and gave
back to Mary Pollexfen In the midst
of an extraordinary silence.
"Of course,” said he, "knowing what
you did of your uncle's character you
naturally took that for a serious
threat?”
did—most certainly. I thought I
would go and see my father. Then' I
decided to write, and I wrote. I didn't
send him uncle's letter. I thought that
might do more harm than good." I
’’And then?" \
Then I received an (hiveKipc from
my father, nnd the envelope contained
my own letter unopened, hut torn
across. After that I received a tele
gram from uncle, which 1 have lost, but
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It was something like this: ‘Better
hurry up. Father now at Corner
house.’ Then It was that I suddenly
made up my mind to go to the Corner
house myself—In this disguise. I hod
notions about telling the police, but
saw that would be absurd. There
wasn’t enough to go on. So you be
hold me coming to the Corner house.
and, In a way, settling down there for
a short time. My father had not the
slightest suspicion of my Identity. I
found him very much changed and very
much older. I had no plan. Often at
night It appeared to me that I woe be
having In a very queer way. But what
would you have? What else could I
do? I doubt If a woman wa* ever
F laced In such a position before. Well,
had to content myself with keeping
watch over my father’s movements.
This I did as well as I could. And I
waited for something to turn up, some
fortunate chance. And when some
thing did turn up—It was—It waa—”
She hid her face.
"I know. I know,” Philip murmured.
'Good heavensl You may well say that
no woman was ever placed In such a
situation before!"
"You can Imagine the shock to me
when I learned on Wednesday morn
ing that my father had been murdered
and his body buried In the trench!
~ had to keep my wits about me then.
dared not give way. I had to pretend
that I was merely casually Interested In
the tragedy, I conldn’t keep away from
the Inquest. And It was the most hor
rible experience of my life."
’And you had no theory as to the
manner »f your father’s death ?”
"None; That waa the worst of It.
There I had been waiting ready to
protect him when necessity arose—at
the first moment that I noticed any
thing auspicious—and he was gone be
fore I could move a hand! If I had ,
made myself known to my father he _ Jl® nSLTho. w St >. B L? ck ,. of
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known to Uncle Walter, because I ~~ * “ “
hadn’t the faintest Idea where he was."
"And you have gone through this
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conceivable! How unsympathetic you
must have thought me the night I be
sieged you In your room!"
"On the contrary," said Mary, with
melancholy smiley "I thought you ex
tremely sympathetic. It waa Inexpli
cable to me that you should be so
sympathetic."
"why did you not leave this awful
place at oncer’ Philip questioned.
"What!" she said. "And have de
tectives following me everywhere? That
would have been tho very worst thing
" could have done."
•True," Philip agfeed. "By the way,
did you notice much of the courtship
between your poor father and Mrs.
Upottery?"
"I had no Idea of It. And nothing at
the Inquest surprised me more than
Mrs. Upottery’s evidence."
"Because," said Philip quietly, "Mrs.
Upottery Is undoubtedly connected
w th the murder. As the finger prints
ths top of this paper are not yours,
they must be hers. And they consti
tute absolutely conclusive evidence to
my mind. She Is an astounding wom
an. Teaterday she stole two hundred-
pound notes out of my pocketbook and
substituted two others, while pretend
ing tn faint and be 111. And I had not
the least suspicion of her guilt until
you showed me that these finger prints
were not yours. It flashed across me
then. It Is amazing.”
"I have beeh following Mrs. Upot
tery about for two* days," said Mary
Pollexfen quietly. "Shall I tell you
my notion about her?”
“By all means."
'My notion about her Is that she Is
Uncle Walter himself."
Impossible!"
'Not Impossible! I went to poor
father's funeral this afternoon. Sirs.
Upottery was there. Sirs. Upottery
nnd I were the only two people present
from this house. It wns a dreadful
business. And Mrs. Upottery appeared
me to he acting grief, with tremen
dous gusts. Thsn when the creature
walked from the grave I seemed to de
tect In her gait a sort of resemblance
my father’s."
You know your undo by sight?"
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Sam Jonea will bo assisted by
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Three services each day, 10:30 n. m.,
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T have never seen him, unless he Is
Mrs. Upottery, and I am certain that
he Is Mrs. Upottery. I feel It in my
bones that he Is Mrs. Upottery." She
stood up, excited. "No one but Uncle
Walter could have planned and work
ed that crime aa It must have been
planned and worked. And all hla evi
dence at the Inquest was pure Inven
tion. 1t would be exactly like him to
enjoy disguising himself aa a woman,
and then to pretend that he waa en
gaged to b# married to the man he
had murdered, and to embroider the
story with details about mysterious
foreigners and Russian secret societies.
What do you think r’
"If what you aay la true," Philip an
swered her, "your family contains in
Mr. Walter Pollexfen a criminal o(
genius. But we will soon find ouL"
"What are you going to do?"
"I am going up to Mrs. Upottery’!
room. She—or he—came In Just be
fore you did."
Continued in Tomorrow’s Georgian.
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