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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. WEDNESDAY. APRII 23. 1913.
The Dingbat Family
Oh, the Trials of an Aspiring Artist By Herriman
Copyright. 1918, National N*wa Association.
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fO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
I 1 not necessary/’ interposed
You are Mile. Vera Vlad-
are you not? Stop a bit—HI
f you a lot of explanation. I
the story of the green chalk
ps and the deaths that follow. ’
ponsieur! But this Is necromancy!
r Ve confessed that to no one and
it is not necessary. You
I* ?fl en cc*ose marks upon the door-
°f other houses than this and
1 have seen death follow them as
follow here if the murderer
ot forestalled!”
ut he must be forestalled—he
P he must. Monsieur!” she said
1 Panic, "i know the murderer—
I know! It is that which
rly cr azes me to think that Lady
will not give me a chance to
will she not? How has
her against me? How can
. when 1 have been so careful
r fte P out, oX sight? 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
laiighing Englishman with the devil’s
heart—and if death comes here, to
this house ”
‘'It Won’t, Mademoiselle.”
"It won't, mademoiselle,” Interposed
Cleelt, 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 neitheT 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
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 of criminals, made-
moiselle, if only one takes time to
stand on one's heakl 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 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
dreadful Importance to them '
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IV.
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-
nlgan were making ready to depart
when Lady Jennifer, who bad been
summoned from the room for e mo
ment before, appeared la the door
way of a passage leading to an ad
joining apartment and beckoned the
doctor to her agitatedly.
"Is he sleeping?” she tntpiired in a
whisper, as she glanced orer at her
son, "Oh, 1 am so thankful: Can you
spare a moment before you go? My
friend Mr. Redway, whom we left be
low when we came up. has disc overed
aomethinp^ startling, Mr.—er—Mark-
EALLY? That’s rum! Yes,
certainly I can spare time.
Flannigan, look out you
don’t drop that blessed vlsl or you'!l
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. AH 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, ss ever, in his wake
like a close-watching 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 hench
man entered, and came round and
stood quite close to the young physi
cian.
This Is Very Serious.
“I 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. "I/ady Jennifer
said it was something to do with
green chalk marks on the doorstep,
and whatever -can a thing like that
hare 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 in
the direction of the sound, both Sin
gleton and Lady Jennifer saw that
he was standing upon the threshold,
and that a young an^ beautiful girl
was clinging 'r<*mt>Lu£i4 turn,
The doctor's eyes had no more than
fallen upon that girl when all his 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 Viadivoeki, 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. Viadlvoski 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 1? Great Scott,
man! I've got nothing to hide about
, Uaai fceaAficUua. 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 w'hat I’ve done ”
"I don’t think we do, doctor,” inter
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 vfery sudden
ly after a certain green chalk mark
was plact-d upon his doorstep, and
Mr. Jennifer has to all appearances
been seriously 111 and there has been
an exactly similar mark put upon
this doorstep, and—er—you have been
Lie physician in charge in both cast*.
• * • 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."
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To Bo Continuad To-morrow.
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