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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 23. 1013
By Herriman
The Dingbat Family
Oh, tke Trials of an Aspiring Artist
Copyright. 1913. National News Association.
By Sterrett
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A Detective Story of Thrilling
Interest, Love and Mystery
moiselle, if only one takes time to
stand on one s head for a few mo
ments once in a while!”
And with this enigmatic declara
tion he wayed the two plain-clothes
men away and signaled mademoiselle
to come downstairs with him, where
they could talk without danger of
being seen or overheard.
ham says, and he thinks we ought to
be told about it. It’s something to do
with figures -written in green chalk
on our doorstep. He attaches a
dreadful importance to them.'
under some strain of repressed ex
citement; but he moved away from it
as the doctor and his faithful hench
man entered, and came round and
stood quite close to the young physi
cian.
This Is Very Serious.
“I »ay, you know', Doctor, this is a
very serious business,” he said. "Red-
way seems to have stumbled upon
something of diabolical importance,
and wants to put a few serious ques
tions to you.’
“To me?” exclaimed Singleton in
blank amazement. “Lady Jennifer
said it was something to do with
green chalk marks on the doorstep,
and whatever can a thing like that
have to do with me?”
“Not a very' great deal. I will admit,
Doctor, but we will discuss that after
ward," interposed a voice—Cleek’s
voice—as the door leading to the hall
swung inward; and, looking round n
the direction of the sound, both Sin
gleton and Lady Jennifer saw' that
he was standing upon the threshold,
and that a young and beautiful girl
was clinging tremblingly to bis aim.
The doctor’s eyes had ho mors than
fallen upon that girl when all his se
riousness dropped from him and he
was his old breeiy self again.
"Well, I'm blest!” exclaimed he, ad
vancing with outstretched hand.
"Mademoiselle Vladivoski, by all
that’s wonderful! Fancy meeting you
again and like that! I haven’t seen
you In a dog's age.”
"Oh,” said Cleek, blandly "then you
admit, Doctor, that you have seen
Mile. Viadivoskl before, do you?"
Certainly I’ve Seen Her.
"Seen her? Certainly I’ve seen her
—dozens of times, When I Used to
attend the late Sir Gorrell James, you
know. Or, rather, you don’t know;
for that was when I had the old prac
tice—the one I sold when I concluded
to buy at Harburton and settle down
here. What’s up? What are you
driving at" Mademoiselle’s not going
to deny that, is she’.”’
"No. The fact is she fancied that
you would, though.”
“I? Why should IV Great Scott,
man! I’ve got nothing to hide about
that connection. You can go to the
By T. W. HANSHAW
Height by Doubleday, Page & Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Medical Society—you or any other
man—If you want to, and hunt up
my record any day in the week. And
it's a jolly clean one. too, I can tell
you that; so if you or mademoiselle
or anybody else means to Infer that
I’d be likely to deny w’here I’ve prac
ticed or what I’ve done r
“I don’t think we do, doctor,” lhter-
posed Cleek. “I think that even mad
emoiselle herself is convinced now
that she has suspected you falsely.
Gently, gently, please—don’t flare up
quite so suddenly, you young pepper
pot. The fact is, however, that as
Sir Norrell James died very sudden
ly after a certain green chalk mark
was placed upon his doorstep, and
Mr. Jennifer has to all appearances
been seriously ill and there has been
an exactly similar mark put upon
this doorstep, and—er—you have been
the physician in charge in both cases.
* * * Oh, well, there you are. Made
moiselle has been tortured with dread
lest you might he a secret assassin
and has been terrifying Lady Jenni
fer by listening at doors to hear and
see what you were up to and if you
really did have designs upon the ^fe
of the man she loves."
killed me when first he came here.
Monsieur, listen to me? Arrest him
;-in the name of God arrest him.
That man, that Dr. Singleton. Mon
sieur, he was Sir Gorrell James’
doctor, too, and Sir Gorrell James
died; and the unholy chalk mark had
been on the doorstep, the same as
here. He kills with a smiling face-
lie kills and kills and kills, that
laughing Englishman with the devil’s
heart—and if death comes here, to
this house ”
“It Won’t, Mademoiselle.’’
"It won’t, mademoiselle,” interposed
Cleek, serenely. "The last act in that
little drama has been played; the last
green chalk mark has been made, and
1 take great pleasure In informing
you that neither has anything to do
with the affairs of Mr. Richard Jen
nifer nor ever had even in the re
motest degree. Gently, gently, please.
I think I shall have a little surprise
fob you, too, as well as for somebody
else before we are very many min
utes older. Indeed, you would hardly
credit how much one can surprise
certain classes a* criminals, made-
noa
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fllnis,
i, etc.
t for
11 is not necessary.” interposed
"You are Mile. Vera Vlad-
8k >. are you not? Stop a bit—I’ll
e you a lot of explanation. I
)w the story of the green chalk
rk ' and the deaths that follow'.”
Monsieur! But this is necromancy!
av e confessed that to no one and
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J4MITOR. • ~j
A Pain. it is not necessary. You
“ seen those marks upon the door-
^ of other houses than this and
IJ h ave seen death follow them as
follow' here if the murderer
not forestalled!”
Hit he must be forestalled—he
st he must, Monsieur!” she said
a Panic. "I know the murderer—
n ° w * 1 know! It is that which
; ar!y craz es me to thifik that Lady
nr fer will not give me a ehano-e to
Why will she not? How has
■turned her against me? How can
n °^' when I have been so careful
k * e P out of sight? It nearly
To Be Continued Te-morrow 4
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Vivian Butts In Once Again
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