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8 “THE GATES OF SILENCE” READ THIS FIRST:— JACK RIMINGTON, the man with the secret. Rimlngton is loved by BETTY LUMSDEN, the daughter of SIR GEORGE LUMSDEN, who, however, would like Betty to marry PAUL SAXE. The latter, while outwardly her friend, is scheming to separate her from Jack. An opportunity arises when Betty is implored by her sis ter, MRS. BARRINGTON, to helji her raise SIO,OOO to silence the blackmailing demands of EDMOND LEVASSEUR, whom she thought was dead, and who had forced her Into a trick marriage some years previously. Realizing that her husband, ANTHONY BARRINGTON, is a man who would never forgive her for conceal ing this affair, Mrs Barrington, who has no other means of getting the money to silence Levasseur, suggests that Betty should ask Saxe to lend her the amount. Betty reluctantly agrees, and goes to Saxe’s rooms for the money. Rimingtun is lured there, also, with a view to compromising Betty in hfs eyes, and he arrives in time, to discover her standing over the body of a dead man with a dagger in her hand. Betty vanishes In the darkne.ss. and Rlmtngton manages to escape from the house in which he has been trapped. Meantime. Mrs. Barrington anxiously awaits the return of Betty, who ultimately arrives at the Croft In a distressed and exhausted condition without the money. Nevertheless, the SIO,OOO reaches Mrs. Barrington by post the following morning Who has sent this "Hush Money,” as it is described in the letter? And what terrible mystery Is Betty involved tn? These are the questions Mrs. Barrington asks herself. Barrington surprises his wife and father in-law by suddenly returning from Paris. He is picking up the morning newspaper from the floor to read to them an extraordinary item of news that ne had noticed while coming in on the train. The Item is about the murder, and states that Levasseur has been ar rested for the crime. "The Lake of Blood,” a wonderful ruby belonging to Fitzstephen, was found on him. in the meantime Rimlngton leaves the cab that he took after leaving the house of death, and the cab driver calls attention to red stains on his cuffs. < —Now Go On With the Story "Bless yer. 1 don't care. Yer may be a bloomin’ anti-vaccinationist fur all I know. It ain’t no business o’ mine wot yer are —or w’y. Only I Jolly well knows The Dingbat Family Even a Copyright 1912, National News Association By Herriman /isVeaiTears r 2 " Qloud7 II SEE. you A sWEDDIAJo OF-' zrs-?,' - -er- r~- — - ~ YXZZT. . ( CLEAR AuiAV SMy omj WobAbct. * J Uiiui^mTeul>-^- x CF- course. VouX TkAY P(JWiaJ —=- ~ /h, \ ,7, aT/J A ' HIM; he 5 DEAD,\ Vtft.y UifeLU— THIS is V/V 7 - !"' J i) -TEEEE/6^, I T WHEN IThiajK That WE. IRemeMBR-Fl C~2~rr~r JTHffrS U>Hy I Afl So fINLY To GIVE yev A 7 -tl. 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I jolly well don’t want ter be mixed up In any perlite inquiries, that’s w’y I’m fakin’ no risks. Yer never knows yer luck, as the sayin’ IHE ATLANTiX GEORGIAN AND NEWS. THURSDAY. .TUNE 6, 1912, goes, and it might ehawnce ter be mine to be called as a witness fur the crown— and that’s too much ’applness nowad’ys. The fierce light that shlnea upon the throne ain’t In ft. So, though I’m pleased to ave obliged a gent"—he passed, and slung off his coat, glancing at Rimlngton with eyes whose twinkling cheerfulness had never altered throughout his astound ing speech—"it’s best to be on the safe side. Good-night ter yer, sir. Tike the first turning ter the left and ydr’ll find yer way right enough.” He Jerked the carefully folded coat from his left to his right arm. Ignoring the coin Rimlngton deftly proffered, and was gone before he had realized his in tention, vanished between the gates that led Into the deserted yard. The Brand of Cain.. Foraa second Rimlngton stared after him, then turning rapidly, walked in the direction he had indicated. And as he went a question beat itself out in his brain, fitting itself to the ring of his feet on the flags, like an echo: Was there already upon him the brand of Caln? Else why should this man, who knew nothing, take him for the murderer he was not? The street, long, with disconcerting twists and turns in It, running between tall, dose-eyed houses, grim and forbid ding looking in the tuckering light of the street lamps, led Rimlngton surprisingly to a stop at a block of buildings whose dimly lighted windows told of occupa tion, that presently he recognized as the back of Charing Cross hospital. He had his bearings now. In a few minutes he was inserting his latchkey into tne lock of the house in Chandos street, where he lodged indescribably thankful to find that for some reason the house was not locked up, nor the front door on the chain as usual. It was no small mercy to be enabled to escape the shrewdish curiosity of his ever inquisitive landlady. He occupied two rooms on the first floor. • In the sitting room the gas, turned low, showed him the uninviting, shadowy outlines of the cold supper that had been spread for him. His first movement on turning up the gas was to unlock the tantalus on the sideboard and pour him self out a stiff peg of whisky. He drank the spirits, sprawled out at full length in the lounge chair into which he had flung himself. He felt on the verge of collapse, faint and spent, like a man who. by some superhuman effort, has managed to crawl to bare safety after hours of battle with a treacherous sea. For the moment he seemed almost in capable of ahy consecutive train of thought. The varied events of the night flitted phantom-like through his mind In detached incidents like the fragmentary happenings of some horrible and evil dream. The unexpected reception of Saxe’s letter which had sent him to that strange old house, where the brooding si lence was yet vibrant with the voices of Time —that awful momentary vision the doorway of that upper room had framed A Story of Love, Mystery and Hate, ’with a Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars —Betty Lumsden's face with the youth and laughter blotted out by that look of frozen horror. "Heavens!" He started up suddenly it. his chair, and the words were'an inspira tion rather than an exclamation. “If it were only a dream!” He put his hands to his face with a sudden movement. Horrible Thoughts. "Betty!" He cried her name aloud in the bitterness of his soul. It wasn’t pos sible to doubt her; whatever she had done, whatever madness had come upon her, nut for a moment could he believe that her soul was less white, less exquisitely innocent than it had been when—was it only yesterday, or a century ago?—he had kissed her on the lips In that quiet backw’ater on the Thames, where the lilies started up wide-eyed at the glimpses of sky between the slow-moving trees. It was monstrous, inconceivable, the thought that Betty should be mixed up with anything so hideous and sordid — that Betty’s white robes of innocence should be trailed through the dust of publicity, her name made a butt for newspaper gossip. There must be some way out. And then, chill on the hot tumult of his thoughts, there came the realization that already Fate had stage-managed the affair, so that a scapegoat had been pro vided Himself. It was he who stood be tween Betty and publicity. It was his face that these upleaplng lights had shown to the besieging police, not Bet- ty's. It was he for whom Saxe had so carefully laid and skillfully baited the trap—he who was caught fast in the vise like teeth of circumstantial evidence. Rimington’s hand tightened closely on the evil, lovely gem in his pocket, press ing it till the facets ate into the flesh. Heavens, what a trip! Even to this thing that he had found and captured— for Betty’s sake! Sitting there motionless, he seemed to see the whole scroll of his fate unrolled before him. It would be perfectly easy to trace him—Saxe would have seen to that; and then there was abundant evid ence of motive, if that were needed. His lips contracted in a smile that had no ac quaintance with mirth. No one who knew him had any doubt as to his real feelings regarding the dead man; he had voiced them often enough. He had never made any secret of his contempt and hatred, not only for Fitzstephen himself, but for the whole tribe of which he was a repre sentative—of his intention of repaying with interest his debt of hatred to the man who had ruined his brother. It had not been of physical force that he thought when he spoke to Betty; his punishment was to have been directed at Fitzsteph en's one vulnerable spot—his dull greet! of money. But now—Rimlngton laughed aloud sud denly. and the sound fell, incredibly harsh and forlorn, upon the silence of the room. All the'"boylsh bombast of his club talk would be dragged up against him. It was only a week since that he had spoken in the smoking room to Lethbridge and By META SIMMINS Author of "Hushed Up" Bondrax of how his fingers itched to horsewhip the man. Lethbridge and Bondrax—the most notorious collectors and retailers of gossip in the club! He could imagine with what avidity they would drag up these details against him. Until that moment the ugly, mad events of the night had driven the thoughts of his projected journey to Westport from his mind —the thought of that secret which had loomed so large aaid glorious on the horizon of his fortune had vanished from his recollection. They recurred to him now on the heels of that thought of how he had boasted to Betty of his power to punish Fitzstephen, all gray and tinged with the gloom that filled his mind. Sup pose he harl failed —suppose, with all its fair promise, the Japanese government withdrew and refused to ratify their tacit offer? The Black Lookout. The world "grew suddenly dark and without hope. Perhaps it was all a de lusion; perhaps he would wake to find this discovery of his and the Reward it promised only a golden dream, and Betty as far off and unattainable as ever. And it came .to Jack Rimington as he sat there that he would be glad if it were sure he could but wake and find this night’s happenings a dream also, and the ugly spider of Tempest street alert and alive, spinning his webs wherewith to catch the souls of men. Continued Tomorrow.