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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN. THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 13, 190<S. / The Prudential Insurance Company of America Home Office, Newark, N. J. AKERS & SKINNER, Managers for Northern Georgia, ANNOUNCE The removal of their offices from the Second Floor Prudential Building, to 37 N. Forsyth St., Ground Floor Prudential Building. ROUND TRIP And Cheap One-way Rates -TO- CAUFDRKIA AND NORTHWEST Round trip 8ummer Excurtloni from all point* Eait to Pacific Coast and Northweat until September 15th, with apeclal atopover privilege!, good returning to October 31at, ISOS. CHEAP COLONIST ONE-WAY TICKET8 TO CALIFORNIA AND NORTHWEST FROM AUGUST 27th TO OCTOBER 31et. Use the eplendld through eorvlco of tho 80UTHERN PACIFIC from New Orleani, or UNION PACIFIC from St. Louie or Chicago to destination with 8teamahlp Line* to Japan, China, etc. Round trip tickets account Baptist Convention, San Francisco and Los Angeles, on sale from Sept. 2d to 14th, final limit October 31st. WRITE ME FOR RATES AND INFORMATION. J. F. VAN RENSSELAER, General Agt., 124 Peachtree Street, Atlanta, Ga. R. 0. BEAN, T. P. A. SCH00L8 AND COLLEGES. 8CHOOL8 AND COLLEGES. THE SOUTH’S LEADIN6 MILITARY COLLEGE-PREPARATORY HOME SCHOOL, GEORGIA MILITARY ACADEMY COLLEGE PARK, QA. Limited to SO boarding pupils, with ten teacher*. Special preparation for Southern colleges. Graduates accepted by colleges without exami nation. Parents cordially Invited to visit and Inspect the school before entering their tons elsewhere. COLONEL J. C. WOODWARD, A. M., Pres. COX College Perk, Georgia. College and Conservatory Delightfully situated in a beautiful suburb of Atlanta, with moctaalu- brloua climate, COX COV I,RGB and CONSERVA TORY offers many advan tages to studenta from any part of America. Sixty-fourth aeaaion begins Sept, nth, 1906, with 15 Inatructora from American and European universities and conservatories. Broad couraes of study, high standards, fine patronage. Music, Painting, Elocution are specialties. Conservatory, under distinguished di- Nctors. hat 9 teachers, 50 pianos, pipe organ. Building equipped with all modern convent- nets; many improvements made recently. For catalogue and illustration a, address AD1EL J. MONCRIBP, President, or WILLIAM S. COX. Manager. DOUBLOONS 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. IHGLE COURSE OPENS ON OCTOBER 1 Th- finptlit Tntiernncle Lyceum Cour*e Mctolwr 1 with the John Thomne lsoc»rt Gompnny, one of the moet ex- j*ri*lv.' nttnu’tione ever booked for a 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 X,i «t Phillips & Crew Co., Ed- 14 ' ,rn * "t°re or Knott & Awtry LOCAL LUMBER MEN 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 utive committee. The company has se cured a liberal charter and will operate a general book business at 971-2 Peachtree street, under the name of the Co-operative Book Company. F. E. PURSE THE PRINTER.” PRINTING OF ALL DESCRIPTIONS 16 1-2 E. MITCHELL S,T. ATLANTA, GA. 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. was famous In the East bind, and peo of tb Insurance That Insures la what a man wants when he seeks protection for those de pendent upon blm. A Policy In the PACIFIC MUTUAL LIFE protects him, while he Is pro tecting them, as it provides In surance against the loss of bis Earning Power by AccldenL Hi nes* or Total Disability as well as by Death. A broken leg oi a case ot ty phoid fever would not seem so bad If he knew his Earning Power was Insured and he was not suffering a Financial loss as welt as pslu. Annual Dividends to reduce the premium or In crease the Insurance as desired. In asking for Information and rates, give your age and occu pation. J. Clements Shafer, MANAGER, 413-14 Pstsrs Building, ATLANTA, GEORGIA. 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 HOURS FOR WORK HOURS FOR SLEEP HOURSFOR RECREATION This Label Stands for These Conditions in Printing Offices. Have This Label on Your Printing! ATLANTA TYPOGRAPHICAL UNION. / P.O.Box266. What ONE DOLLAR a Month Will Do. PERFECT PROTECTION POLICY Insures Against Any Sickness, 6 Months Any Accident, 24 Months Accidental Death. 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 would, no doubt, simply have left the Point Brushes, White Wash Brushes, house. And I could not make myself Varnish' Brushes and Kalsomlna known to Uncle Walter, because I ~~ * “ “ hadn’t the faintest Idea where he was." "And you have gone through this NORTH AMERICAN ACCIDENT INSURANCE CO. 703 Prudential Building, Phone 5330. AGENTS WANTED. 4 sc/faNf/c f« Wbltktf, Opfta# Wife pblnt. CmI09, Cblfle Tjid afa #r Mtrtt Itkautllm. IbsOolj Kiile? ln«ii>, lull In Georgia. 229 Woodward Aye., ATLANTA. 6A. BRUSHES. agony while I have been here!" Philip said. "And I never guessed! It is In 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?" Brushes in the South. F. J. C00LEDGE & SON., 12. N. Forayth SL Atlanta. Sam Jones TaDemacle . Meetings, Carters- ville, Ga. On Septemper 15th to 23rd, Inclu- alve, the Western and Atlantic rail road will aell tickets from Atlanta- Dalton and Intermediate stations, to Cartersvllle, at rate of ono fare for the round trip. Sam Jonea will bo assisted by Evangelist Oliver and other ministers of renown. Prof. E. O. Excell will have charge of the music, and other go*pel alngers of noto will attend. Three services each day, 10:30 n. m., 3:00 p. m. and 8:00 p. m., nnd the people of Carteraville will welcome the great crowd* with the same hos pitality they have always shown. CHA8. E. HARMAN, Gen. Pass. Agsnt. 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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