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. I' u THE ATLANTA (IKOKUtAN AM) MvWS. TMWKSOAY. APRIL 17. 1013 The Dingbat Family / Love the Name of Mah-REE By Herriman Copyright, 1913, National Ntwi A«aort»tion. Can You Beat It? p\' REE 14AM REt ' , INHERE ARE \ Ntou MAV-BE its a new NORWEGIAN OHEAA.i 0(t /MAYBE ITS A NEW' COLLEGE YELL OB eeaj a new Political j Rawy, who cAW r TELl 1 —. 4 CAAl’T - I ^AH- REt floats, y f ill A Ek/’It*i• t. >k AlAH REE' \ *- (LAWky li Jha** 1 '’) 1 HAH-**'" m- *« ’"' ' fOOH MAH-REE QUICK !\ cone quick, MeftEs . SOMETHING YOU CANT Atpord Tb Miss. By Hershfield. /'7'iH tfftAzV How I ^ Beautifully TMat GRANDJ ! LADY, Rosa BoajHbua ' , (DiF SNE , IG/VATZ ’■') - X Did -she,! f Did Sue , t>!0 S«e PAiWTfcD S ylNDEBDS */ \ welc i should Say v SHE DID <SHR ■ IC-VATEj- txD SHE- > Too ? j»OWN I Polly and Her Pals Pa’s Desk Was Made Useful for Once Copyright, 1918. National Newt A»oclAtion. By Cliff Sterrett wurrrA-matter. AlMT Y'6omma Read MtR 04PER? NcJT Thi^ E\/cmim' i 60TTA WRiTe Some Letter To»~We tirm [ i HAVE J — V i 'SIST iHA ' SAM Hill ? ( A i (Freat Ca&ak* (xuyrr! Who Put "This here Junk. w MV DESK? '\S3J POLLYk (SiEFOWlER. '<<*5 *30 Crowded that She DKioeo “Tew/ put My Tmim6£ »h Vfouft. PESkf f But HOW/ 4B0UT My $ruFF? P.OSs on] She SAYS’ you kJW HAVE TUAT Top cloSEt SMar AU-To VbURSELFi T 11/ doht £ay rt ole I Top, coin Sw IT. \ i % (u*T-./t&K!ReTi: Boys Eaglebeak Is Safe from Skinny Shaner RaclMaratl T'nitatf Stataa Pat ant Offiea By Tom McNamara OH MR. it LESSAI* I HEARD ) VOU <?AU TlAt' OJON FDl all about what a wonderful \ Wdh? ftAME 100 PITCHED YESTERDAY! J ' j£6b,rtOO, HOO, BOO! 'V BACK timo yeArs A(,0 I chucked) • i* ■>.>.. Mm ■ m n r t »»p* a dr i a ^ | C A DOOM FULLER. GAME AS THAT. , DID, ILL BET CHA! l,HDH ? ) INSULT6D M£ > v _ .—C I that shows all mou { K.NCM ‘BOUT IT 1 H AND l 'OArT 'JOU TO SLAP HIS FACE FOR ,) m \j—j— — r n\» <V r tE DAY WHEN I ~) jl|I^T GOT SO MQCHJ, ty/z >00-8! Jj —— rAfc Ai*MA*ia SK1NNT SHANE R'S 60436LT DEPARTMENT statuesque POSES. HO 17. BOY STANDIN6 STILL THIS owe IS A CINCH '• dwiouten WHY 1$ ThE LETTER. K LIKE A Plfi’s tail? 'CAUSE (TS AT 7HF END OF PORK, AIN'T iT? THERE WAS A CATCHER. 1 AJOvU H4JUL& t&-(Uw&< FP.OW C J^)H)|E THE («ATc TENDER /N'ODR OFFICE | H/HY DOES A FIREMAW, WEAR. RED SUSPENDS? |{iTWHJ_ IVOT) j) GSTT AWAY J{^ PRcM MG’ -C yi i® y* Better Than Sherlcck Holmes at His Best CLEEK OF THE FACES A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery By T. W. HANSHAW Copyright by Doubleday. Tage £ Co'. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. • Yes—a lady; In about a quarter ?t an hour,” replied Narkom. “Show her out to us when she comes. Which is the way? Straight through*? Thanks!” And took it forthwith, walking out of the shop by means of a rear doo*\ and down avenues of crowded bloom to a very wilderness of roses, where he came upon Cleek. with coat laid aside, shirt sleeves stripped pp. a budding knife in one hand and a bit of woolen string in the other, engaged in the task of budding foreign roses upon English briars in a manner which brought joy to the heart and gladness to the eye of an elderly Dutchman, who bent over and watched the operation. “On time to the tick, 1 see. ' said Cleek. pausing In his op erations to pull out an open- faced "watch and glance at It; then, having introduced Mr. Narkom—in fluei t Dutch—to the aged florist as *Th ; gentleman T spoke of; the one who has invented the new system of hybridising orchids"- he added in English: "You can ."peak without re straint, dear friend—the old chap doesn’t understand a word: but if you are not alone—” “A lady will join us presently 1 fancy she would prefer the interview to be a little more private.” "Ah, 1 see Then that’s a gray horse of another color, as the Irish man said. Walk down the path to Its end There's a summer house there; we can have it all to ourselves. Just give me time to finish binding in this cion, please, and I’ll be with you”— carefully Inserting n thin sliver of green wood, with a "bud” attached, between the lifted edges of a **T” shaped slit in the bark of a sturdy briar “What is it this time, may I ask? Robbery or something worse?” Much Worse—It's Murder. “Much worse—it's murder,” replied the superintendent. “Wholesale and most diabolical murder—that affair of the five men at Hampstead is a fool to it for mystery and infernal cunning That's what took me out of town I’ve been gathering data to lay before you. Come as quickly a* you can, will you. Cleek? Time is of the utmost importance." “I judged that from what you said over the phone. That is why 1 asked you to come here. I should have chosen some other place but for that Perhaps it would have been w iser if I had. This is my little ‘corner of Eden,’ where 1 spend my odd times and hide the savor of the Yard under the cover of James Redway, an enthu siastic amateur gardener. 1 shouldn’t like to lose it—as I shall do. if you have h e **n followed. What’s that? Boyce and Hammond and the old red limousine? My good friend, don't count too long on the efficacy of that paltry trick. Neither Margot nor— well, the other party, is a fool. We deal with clever people, not with mere muffs into whose eyes you can throw- dust with impunity. Mr. Narkom. Sooner or later they will find out how they are being ‘had’ and then the new limousine w ill be no greater safeguard than the old one. They moan to have j me, that lot—if they can.” “Gad! You take 1. calmly. Cleek!” ’ “Wh\ not ” If one lose one's nerve one parts with one’s, wits. And mine are my stock in trad*. /‘Who steals my purse/ etcetera-^you'. know' the rest. What? Yes-rstraipfhi along the path In front of you. I’ll be with you In a. minute's 1 time." lie was; for Narkdni had no sooner entered the little summer house io which he had beqn directed, than he caught sight of him coming down the path with his coat and hat on and. with his handkerchief, composedly flicking specks of dust from his cloth ing as he advanced. “Well, now what. Mr. Narkom?" he queried as he entered—and forthwith began to tie up a trailing vine which had broken loose from Its fastenings and sagged over the doorway. "Whole sale murder. I believe you said? Gad! that’s a nice order to throw into the lap of a peaceful citizen on a splendid day like this. Bet’s have the details— I can listen whilst I’m working. But first of all, who’s the client?” ”I,adv Jennifer, of Crown Mansions. Holland Park.” “Jennifer? Jennifer? Any relation to that Sir Gilbert Jennifer W'ho was Lord Mayor of London some six or seven years ago?’ “Yes—his widow. As she was mere ly knighted of course the title does not descend, so his son is simply plain Mr. Richard Jennifer and noth ing more. However, that doesn’t seeny^to^i^e.hijTi AVhy- regret, for he is a level-headed young chap—study ing for the Bar—and, as his father left .plenty oft money, with nothing on that score to worry over, either. A pity the father didq’t have a bit of the boy’s cool-headedness and com mon sense. He might have risen to be anything before he died, If he had; for there was influence behind him, and he had ability, tdo, of a sort. But his peppery temper and his utter lack of diplomacy spoiled everything. As a matter of fact he was once appointed to an extremely high post in connection wifh the British Embassy at St. Petersburg- even to the acting as deputy at the time when the Ambassador himself was stricken down with illness. That was his chance—but the beggar was a fool and muffed it.” “I wnow; I know,” interjected Cleek. “Interfered in politics, the ass; stirred up the Nihilistic pie by- jabbing an impertinent finger into It; criticised the Government after the manner of a Trafalgar Square ora tor; was ‘recalled’ in double-quick- order and had to be smuggled out of Russia to escape getting a Nihilist knife-blade slid between his ribs or a Nihilist bomb from scattering what little brains he had. It was a mar vel that they did not get him some how', at some time, the donkey." “Lady Jennifer is beginning to oe- lievM tiiat they did--to question it, for all he died in his bed from what seemed clearly an attack of pneu monia. they may not have been at the bottom of that death and brought it. about by some secret and unsuspected means. At all events, she seems to fancy that upon one occasion he came home with green chalk upon his sleeve; and, although this may have been nothing more significant than just evidence of a visit to the billiard room of his club " Nine Sets of Them. “Certainly,” interjected (’leek, ab senting. “Many billiard rooms use colored chalk these days. But why does that fact distress her ladyship? And what possible difference can it make whether the chalk mark : n question was white, blue, salmon- colored or green?" “A great deal. The mark on the doorstep of the fiat building in which she and her son reside was made with green chalk—in fact, all the Three- Seventeens were written w'ith green chalk. I have discovered.” “ ‘The Three-Seventeens?’ What on earth are the Three-Seventeens.' please? I'd like that put clearer.” "Well, to speak correctly’, it would certainly have been more proper to say ‘The Three-Hundred-and-Seven- teens,' dear chap.” replied Narkom; “for they are simply the figures .hree, one, seven set down in a row (three- seventeen, as one would say), and up to the present I have discovered nine separate* and distinct sets of them; and out of all the cases of sudden death which I have been investigating during the past two days—In the ef fort to sound the probability of Lady Jennifer’s theory before I brought the case to you—the fact remains that, whereas a number of those deaths have been unattended by the preliminary ‘warning’ of the green- chalked Three-Seventeen, in no place has it been marked upon a man’s doorstep without that man's funeral following within the space of a fort night!” “What’s that? What’s that?” rap ped out Cleek, screwing around on his heel. “Let’s have that plainer, please. Do you mean to say that somebody’ goes about marking ‘Three hundred and seventeen’ upon ^people’s door steps and that within a fortnight afterward the head of the house dies suddenly? That’s it, is it? Good God! and you mean to tell me that you have discovered nine cases of I that sort—nine of them! and yet wait until now to consider the matter worthy of investigation. Why wasn’t a combination so suspicious looked into before?" To be Continued To-morrow. V