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rVfivrlgtit. 1913. International News Servlet
In That Case It's 0. K.
What's the Difference?
Dejectedly twirling his thumbs the
clerk sat in the box office of the
Frivolity theater. A depressing air
of failure hung over the theater, and
it looked as though the piece would
have to be withdrawn shortly.
Suddenly he perked up as a coun
tritled man and Ills wife came in, fol
lowed by their three daughters and
" Have you got seven seats in the
middle of the second row for to
night?" asked paterfamilias.
"Yes. I find they are vacant, sir,"
said he, trying to repress his excite
ment. "Shall I book them for you,
"mf —no, I think not," said the man
from the country. "If you've got
those seats on your hands It seems
to me the play can t be up to much!
Good morning 1"
The Dingbat Family
Polly and Her Pals
THE KING OF DIAMONDS!
ATHRILLtriG J lOKf OF^n(JUtKncgl!tTi
Continued From Yesterday
Left to himself. Mason handed over
the dogcart to the hostler at the inn,
paid for its hire and again walked to
the deserted farm. He surveyed every
inch of the ground floor, carefully
raked over the ashes In the grate,
scrubbed the passage with a hard
broom and water, packed some few
personal belongings in a small bag
and set out again, after locking the
door securely, for a long tramp over
the moor. Nine miles of mountain
road would bring him to another line
of railway. Thence he would book to
London and travel straight through,
arriving at the capital late at night,
and not making the slightest attempt
to communicate wih Grenier en route.
There was little fear of comment or
inquiry caused by the disappearance
of the inhabitants of the Grange
He and "Doctor Williams" were the
only residents even slightly known to
the distant village. Such stores as
they needed they had paid for. The
house was hired for a month from an
agent in the county town, and the
rent paid in advance. It was not
dear who owned the place. The agent
kept it on his books until some one
should claim it.
As the murderer walked and
smoked his reflection were not quite
cheerful, now that he could cry
"quits" with Philip Anson.
His experiences of the previous
night were not pleasant. Neither he
nor Grenier went to bed. They dozed
uneasily in chairs until daylight, and
then they admitted that they had
committed Anson's body to the deep in
a moment of unreasoning panic.
He might be found, and, even if he
were not identified, that confounded
policeman might be moved to investi
gate the proceedings of the curious
visitors to Grange house.
That was the weak part of their
armor, but Grenier refused to admit
"A naked man found in the sea—
and he may never be found —has not
necessarily been thrown from a bal
cony 300 feet above sea level! The
notion ts grotesque. No constabulary
brain could conceive It. And who Is
he? Not Philip Anson; Philip Auson
TTTE SAN FRANCISCO CALL AND POST. FRIDAY. DECEMBER 12. 1913
is alive. Not Dr. Williams; any Scars
dale man will say that. And your best
friend, Mason, would not tak«« him for
But Mason was not satisfied. Bet
ter have buried the corpse on the
lonely farm —in the garden for choice.
Then they would know where he was.
The sea was too vague.
Of pity for hiß victim he had not
a jot. Had Philip Anson pitied him.
or his wife, or his two children?
They, too, were dead, in all prob
ability. While In London he had made
every sort of inquiry, but always en
countered a blank wall of negation.
John and William Mason, even if they
lived, did not know he was their
father. They were lost to him utterly.
Curse Philip Anson. Let him be
forgotten, anyway. Yet he contrived
to think of him during the nine weary
miles over the moor, during the long
wait at the railway station, and dur
ing the slow hours of the Journey
On arriving at York Grenier se
cured a palatial suite at the Station
hotel, entering his name in the regis
ter as "Philip Anson."
He drove to the postofflce and asked
if there was any message for "Gre
Yes. it read:
"family still at Penzance. Per
suaded friend that letter was only
intended to create unpleasantness
with uncle. He took same view and
returned to town. Will say nothing."
I'nsigned, it came from a town near
Beltham. Grenier was satisfied. He
lit a cigarette with the message.
At a branch postofflce he dispatched
The first to Evelyn:
"Will remain in the north for i»
few days. Too busy to write today.
Full letter tomorrow. I<ove.
The second, to Mr. Abingdon: '
"Your message through Miss Ath
erley noted. Please suspend all in
quiries. Affair quite unforeseen. Will
explain by letter. Address today.
Station hotel, York. ANSON."
Then he entered a bank and asked
for the manager.
"My name may be known to you,"
he said to the official, at the same
time handing his card.
"Mr. Anson, Park Lane—the Mr. An
"1 suppose I can flatter myself with
the definite article. I am staying here
some few days and wish to carry out
certain transactions requiring large
sums of money. I will be glad to act
through your bank, on special terms,
of course, for opening a short ac
We will be delighted."
"I will write a check now for five
thousand pounds, which kindly place
to my credit as soon as possible. Shall
we say—the day after tomorrow?"
"That is quite possible. We will
use all expedition."
"Thank you. You understand, this
is merely a preliminary. I will need
a much larger sum, but T will pay in
my next check after hearing from
London. I am not quite sure ahout
the amount of my private balance at
The bank manager assured him
there would be no difficulty what
ever under such conditions. Grenier
obtained his passbook and check book,
after writing a check on London be
fore the other man's eyes.
For a small amount, an introduc
tion would have been necessary. In
the case of Philip Anson, the million
aire, a man who handled thousands
so readily, lt was needless. More
over, his procedure was unexception
able—strictly according to banking
THE SCHEMERS AT WORK
Grenier rushed off to the station,
caught a train for Leeds, went to
the bank of a different company with
different London agents, and carried
through the same maneuver.
He returned to York and secured
the services of the hotel typist. He
wrote to Philip's bankers:
"I am transacting some very
important private business in the
north of England, and have
opened temporary accounts with
the Bank of York and the
Bank of Leeds, and I shall
need a considerable sum of ready
money. Possibly I may also open
accounts in Bradford and Shef
field. Today I have drawn two
( hecks for five thousand pounds
each. Kindly let me know by re
turn the current balance to my
credit, as I dislike overdrafts and
would prefer to realize some se
The next letter ran:
"My Dear Abingdon: Excuse a
typewriter, but I am horribly
busy. The Morlands' affair is a
purely family and personal one; it
brings Into activity circumstances
Don't Care What You Say, Skinny's a Good Spring Board
(Registered United States Patent Office)
dating far back in my life and in
the lives of my parents. Sir Philip
is not dying, nor even dangerous
ly ill. Hady I,ouisa is in York
shire, and 1 am making arrange
ments which will close a long
"Write me here if necessary,
but kindly keep back all business
or other communications, save
those of a very urgent character,
for at least a week or perhaps 10
"Sorry for this enforced ab
sence from town. It simply can
not be avoided, and I am sure
you will leave a detailed ex
planation until we meet. I have
signed the inclosed annual re
port of the home. Will you kind
ly forward it to the secretary.
Grenier dictated this epistle from a
carefully composed copy. He under
stood the very friendly relations that
existed between Philip and his chief
agent, and he thought that in adopt
ing a semlapologetic, frankly reticent
tone, he was striking the right key.
The concluding reference to the
Mary Anson home was smart, he
imagined, while the main body of the
letter dealt in safe generalities.
Naturally he knew nothing of the
conversation between the two men
on this very topic a couple of months
But Langdon's ample confessions
had clearly revealed Philip's attitude
and the unscrupulous scoundrel was
willing now to dare all in his attempt
to gain a fortune.
While he was dining a telegram
was handed to him:
"You forgot to send your ad
dress, but Mr. Abingdon gave it
to me. So grieved you are de
tained. What about blue atom?"
Did ever woman invent more tan
talizing question than that conclud
ing one? What was a blue atom?
No doubt, creation's scheme included
blue atoms, as well as black ones and
red ones. But why this reference to
any particular atom? He tried the
words in every possible variety of
meaning. He gave them the dignity
of capitals. BLUE ATOM. They be
came more inexplicable.
In one respect they were effective.
Thay spoiled his dinner. He had
steeled himself against every possible
form of suprise. but he was forced to
admit that during the next three days
he must succeed in persuading Evelyn
Aiherley that Philip Anson was alive
pnd engaged in important matters in
Yorkshire. That was Imperative—
Pa's Advice Sounds Reasonable to Us
Copyright, 1913, International News Service.
was his scheme to be wrecked by a
A WAY OUT
Moreover, her query must be an
swered. His promise to write was, of
course, a mere device. It would be
manifestly absurd to send her a type
written letter, and, excellently as he
could copy Philip's signature, he dared
not put his skill as a forger to the
test of inditing a letter to her, no mat
ter how brief. Finally he hit upon a
ccmpromise. He wired:
"Stupid of me to omit address.
Your concluding sentenced mixed
up in transmission. Meaning not
quite clear. Am feeling so lonely.
Then he tried to resume his dinner,
but his appetite was gone.
In postal facilities, owing to its
position on a main line. New York is
well served from London. At 9 p. m.
two letters, one a bulky package and
registered, reached him.
The letter was from Mr. Abingdon.
It briefly acknowledged his telegram.
stated that a man in the Athenaeum
who knew Sir Philip Morland had in
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formed him. in response to guarded
inquiries, that the baronet was ex
ceedingly well off, and called attention
to some important leases Inclosed
which required his signature.
The other note was from Evelyn.
It was tender and loving and con
tained a reference that added to the
mystification of her telegram.
"In the hurry of your departure
yesterday." she wrote, "we forgot to
mention Blue Atom. " What is yoxir
opinion? The price is high, certainly,
but, then, picture the joy of it—the
only one in the world!"
And again came another message:
"I referred to Blue Atom, of course.
What did the postofflce make lt into?
Blue Atom was assuming spectral
dimensions. He cursed the thing
fluently. It was high priced, a joy,
alone In solitary glory. What could
He strolled into the station and
entered into conversation with a
"By the way." he said, casually,
"have you ever heard of anything
called a blue atom.
The man grinned. "Is that another
name for D. T.'s. sir?"
Grenier gave it up and resolved to
postpone a decision until the next
By a late train Philip's portman
teau arrived. It was locked, and the
key reposed in the cafe. Green.it ul
timately transpired, solemnly opened
the safe in the presence of the
housekeeper and the butler. locked it
again without disturbing any of the
other contents, and handed the key to
the butler, who placed it in the silver
Cob tinned Tomorrow
It is not generally known that the
port of London authorities keep a
"staff of cats;" to deal with the
plague of rats at the docks. Five
hundred cats are kept, and they are
found to be far more effective than
poison in the warfare with the rats.