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V THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY, APRIL 21. 1913. The Dingbat Family Never Criticise the Wrong Artist By Herriman Copyright, 1018. Nations! New* Association. 'Pa PAM' DEAR.. HERE.'b A BitL , 1 OF CHMIA PAlAjTlNG ‘ I JAIAA/T Mx> \ iTb SEE., A AID OF WHICH I D UKfi. Toj HAve. Vboft. UAJ BIASED OPMIIOAJ ,y MS ^ YA AAA-*) f |T LOOKS So /MUCH UK£ AM EUPt&iNi FfeOo MARY THAT NEVER. Think was VEAJl) Hfeft. BATH HOWEVER TELL YOOft. WA I SAID IT WAS VERY &OOD .OTHERWISE 5hed say I was KNOCKING HER. work, and CAU- ME A OYSTEfe FACED V/IRER "why Pa Pah > WHV shoulc. dear.’ma m \6et Angry At You 1 the dUZ ^PAINTING IS MINE. / NOT HKA.S ‘BunkY ’ a Bunk By Tad a> SI VES MIGHT HAVE teA*E& si WB SAV SH* MlfcHT NAVt lUMt so. ffVMtA lurttfc MAVAFKD BYT AS t-Ulu. As W«. CONTROL hc» AcTioWb. it MU. NBWKR &«. SairTHAT uHt AT W TlUfc WAS GUILTY of AN UN&tAITLB d»f» - uic Dual, in <Se*a*. Humor; °«ily Aad Mary is Always UHTn la ncHt fov ITfiK Koff Itchi ko o' £ SCKRATCHlKoo ScKEATCHlKott »V) —— —--w. 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OUEl .carelessly THF DIFFERBJCG N A “ • SP3N6E AND A Better Than Sherlock Ho’mes at His Best CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES * A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery By T. W. HANSHAW. O pyrlght by Doubleday, Page & Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Hura-m-m! I see. And the doc tor, does he, too, suspect her of hav ing something to do with the pa tient’s illness?'* “Oh, he has never seen her, nor have I mentioned Her to him—there seemed no necessity for It. He is a young physician who has lately set up hffc plate in our district and is also a member of my son’s club—that is how he and Dick' became acquainted. Of course, under ordinary - circumstances, we should have called in Dr. Hath away, our regular family physician, but Dick was taken rather suddenly at the club, and Dr. Singleton being on hand attended him—indeed, brought him home In his motor—so, of course, we have had him in at tendance ever since.” “Quite so. Urn! Yes! Of course. And this Dr. Singleton, w’hat. manner of man Is he? Scotch, Irhh, Welsh or—” “Oh, English—undeniably English. Well born and well bred beyond the shadow of a doubt." “Well-to-do?” “Extremely Keeps three moters and paid, I have been told, something like 2,000 pounds for his practice.” “Hum-m-m! Like him?” Altogether Charming. “Very much, indeed. He is, in fact, one of the most genial, cordial, alto gether charming men I have ever met in my life.” “Ah, I see,” said Cleek, stroking his chin. “I never care for ‘charming’ men myself, but. of course. * * * Just so! just so! It never does to jump to conclusions. And what, mAy I ask, does this ‘charming’ young doc tor say is the nature of your son’s illness? Does he consider it anything serious?” “No, he does not. In fact, he say? It is simply an attack of acute gastritis, brought on by indiscriminate eating There was a banquet on at the club on the night my son was seized. Then- were lobster cutlets and peach souffle and Neapolitan cream on the menu, and dear Dick is passionately fond of all three; f<o of course—” “Oh, yes—good Lord, yes! Of course!” interposed Cleek. “That puts quite another complexion on the matter. One more question if you please, Lady Jennifer, and then if you will accept a seat in Mr. Narkom’s limousine, we three will be off to your residence as quickly as possible.” He took out his notebook, doubled back the covers and poiyed a pencil over a blank page. “Tell me something, please,” he added serenely. “How many flats are there beside your own In the building where you live. Three, eh? Thanks very much. Which is yours?—top, bottom or middle? Mid dle, is it? Quite so. Now, who lives in the one below you?” The Honorable Mrs. “The Honorable Mrs. FI ax mail - Howe and her three daughters." “And the one immediately above?" “Major and Mrs. Penvarney—they have no family.” “And on the topmost of all?” “Mr. Herbert Batwtck-Spale ane hi? man servant. There is no family of course. Mr. Batwuck-Spale being s bachelor. “Young or old?” “Oh, quite old—quite. In the neigh borhood of 70, I should say. He was formerly an eminent Q. C., I believe— in her late Majesty’s time—but has long since retired, of course.” T HE curious one-sided smile trav eled up Cleek’s cheek, hovered there for a moment and then slid down and was gone. He said nothing, however; merely went on writing for a time—halting just once to shrill forth—without looking up—a peculiar whistle that was like the note of a frightened blackbird, and then going on with his scribbling at a rapid rate. He had covered one side of th” leaf and was close to the bottom of the other when Dollops put in an ap pearance. Half a Minute, My Lad. “Half a minute, my lad,” said Cleek, without looking up; then, a few mo ments later, he gave the pencil a swift stroke across the paper, tore out the written leaf, doubled It and beckonel Dollops forward. “Attend to that." he said, putting it into the boy’s hand; “and reporr, ready for duty, in the neighborhood of Crown Mansions, Holland Park, is soon as possible. I needn’t tell you not to advertise the fact that you’re loitering about for a purpose. That’s all. Cut along." “Right you are, Guv’ner. Here’s where 1 do a bunk,’ as the sailor said to the for’cas’l,” replied Dollops; then hitched up his trousers and was gone like a shot. Five minutes later, Lady Jennifer and ner two companions left Die bloom-crowded nursery, passed through the little shop and entered the waiting limousine; and directly the door had closed upon them the car swung out into the roadway and —head on. in the direction of Bavs- water—took the distance between Chiswick and Holland park at a 20- mile clip. * • • in. When close to that select part of Holland Park where Crown Mansions and similar imposing buildings stand, the car halted and for reasons which must be obvious to all—Its occupams decided to make the remainder of the journey afoot. It was perhaps a min ute or two later that they rounded the last turning and came in sight of the palace. It was a substantial but rath er ornate building, standing some dis tance back from the pavement, a low wall, behind which was a high hedge, shutting it off from the line of traffic, and a gate at either end giving ingress to and egress from the semi-circular driveway which led to and from the imposing doorway. And Cleek—en tering with the others through one of these gates—had but Just time to re mark that low doorstep, balustrade and flower urns all were of white marble, when, with a warning “Honk- honk!” a motor horn sounded and swung in at the other gate, and glided noiselessly up the curve of the drive way and halted at the building's door. A Liveried Chauffeur. In the drivers seat of this elabo rate conveyance sat a liveried chauf feur—young, alert, sharp-eyed md bright-faced—and beside him, array ed in livery that matched his own to a half, there was a grave, sedate, elder ly man with a bag on bis knees and both hands folded placidly over It. He rose and alighted, this second man, and went round and opened the vehi cle’s door as it stopped, and Lady Jen nifer had no more than said, “It is Dr. Singleton’s motor.'How glad I am to get back in time,” w’hen there is sued from that door—or, ratHter, I jumped down from It in an excess of animal spirits—as bonny' a specimen of a healthy, happy, care-free young Briton as one might hope to sec. He was about to spring up the step and run indoors when he caught sight of lady Jennifer, but instantly al tered his intention and. brushing I aside the elderly man with the bag. I faced round and hurried to her. “I say, I am glad you’ve come back at last. Lady Jennifer—I’ve had no end of a rough time of it since you’ve been gone." he said, with a bright, breezy laugh. “Who the dickens have you got sitting with Dick'.’ The beggars wouldn’t let me in when I made my regulation call This after noon. 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