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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 23. 1013.
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Polly and Her Pals
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CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES
A Detective Story of Thrilling
Interest, Love and Mystery
By T. W. HANSHAW.
IPvright by Doubleday, Page & Co.
I'l O-DAY ’S INSTALLMENT.
is not necessary,” interposed
‘‘You are Mile. Vera Vlad-
Mki, are you not? Stop a bit—I’ll
r’ e you a lot of explanation. I
r w the story' of the green chalk
krk.« and the deaths that follow.”
[Moi sieur! But this Is necromancy!
fave confessed that to no one and
| Again, it is not necessary. Y'ou
' e se ^n those marks upon the door-
of other houses than this and
1^ have seen death follow them as
[ v follow here if the murderer
■ not forestalled!”
| R, tt he must be forestalled—he
r ?t he must, Monsieur!” she said
[ a Panic. “I know the murderer—
n0TV - I know! It is that which
' razes me to think that Lady
will not give me a chance to
‘'A’hy will she not? How has
Hurried her against me? How can
now when 1 have been so careful
of algrht? It nearly
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—
he kills and kills and kills, that
laughing Englishman with the devil's
heart—and if death comes here,
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
I 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,
jl think I shall have a little surprise
for 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 oi criminals, made
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 waved the two plain-clothes
men away and signaled mademoiselle
to come downstairs with him, where
they could talk without clanger 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
dreadful importance to them.”
It was twenty minutes later. Un
der the soothing influence of a mild
sedative the patient had dropped off
to sleep, and Dr. Singleton and Flan-
nigan were making ready to depart
whan Lady Jennifer, who had been
aunuxitmed from the room for a mo
ment before, appeared in the door
way of a passage leading to an ad
joining apartment and beckoned the
doctor to bar agitatedly.
‘‘Is he sleeping?” she inquired in a
whisper, as she glanced over at her
son. ‘‘Oh. T am so thankful! Can you
spare a moment before you go? My
friend Mr. Redway, whom we left be
low whefi we came up, has discovered
something startling, Mr.-
Mark-
EALLY? That’s rum! Yes,
certainly I can spare time.
Flannigan, look out you
don’t drop that blessed vial or you'il
smash every medicine vial in it. And
while you are over there, just shade
that light a trifle more—it shines on
Mr. Jennifer’s face. All right,” ne
added, nodding smilingly to her lady,
ship. “Show the way, please, and let
us go and hear what on earth can be
so terribly important about this green
chalk affair.” And then, following her
lead, walked down the carpeted pas
sage with swift unsoundlng steps and
passed with her into a dimly lit room
which evidently did duty for a library
and sitting room combined—Flanni-
gan following, as ever, in his wake
like a close-w'atc’ning guardian spirit.
There was yet another door to the
room—a door leading out into the
main hallway—and before that Mr.
Narkom stood, shifting uneasily, as if
under some strain of repressed ex
citement; but he moved away from it
as the doctor and his faithful henen-
man entered, and came round and
stood quite close to the young physi
cian.
This Is Very Serious.
”1 say, 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
sail 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—deck'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 thresholi,
and that a young and beautiful girl
was clinging tremblingly to £ua arm
The doctor’s eyes had no more than
fallen upon that girl when all bis se
riousness dropped from him and he
was his old breezy self again.
“Well, I’m blest!” exclaimed he. ad
vancing with outstretched hand.
''Mademoiselle Viadlvoski, 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. Viadivoski 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?”
‘ Xo. Th ! e 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
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 where I’ve prac
ticed or what I’ve done ”
*T don’t think we do, doctor,” inter
posed Cleek. ”1 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 Xorrell 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 111 and there has bpen
an exactly similar mark put upon
this doorstep, and—er—you have been
the phy sician in charge in both cases
• * * Oh, well, there you are. Made
moiselle has been tortured with dread
lest you might be 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 life
of the man she loves.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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