Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-08-29

looked about hfty-received him in his Ii
| orary, large and very plainly furnished
room in which there were more books
than JeX had ever seen in his life. He
had experienced no nervousness during
his wait, but now he was conscious of a
sensation far from ease as he met the
Russians eyes which were very blue and
very clear, and curiously suggestive of a
frosty night
You have stated that you have infor-
nation of a valuable kind. connected with
subject in which | am interested, to
give me- the Prince said. referring to
papers on the table before him You
mean that YOU have information to SELL
SUPPOSE"
He spoke English correctly. but with a
certain difficulty and harshness. and
there was contempt in his intona ton
that lex disiked exceedingly.
Your supposition is Incorrect" he re-
torted mlitanty MY motive in offer
ing this information to you is purely
altruistic. A transgressOr. highly placed
and powerful requires a chastiser more
powerful, more highly placed"
The Prince made an impatient sound
and an almost dsmissing gesture of his
hand. But lex was not inundated; he
continued imperturbably.
Jexs Story.
Your Highness has heard beginning
like this before it wearies him, doubt
less. If he will have patience he will ese
how differently this story ends. This wolf
in Sleeps clothing against whom | claim
your aid, this fnancier in city crcles-a
very contemplate person, no doubt; yet
this Mr. Paul SAKE has injured you.
wronged you most fouly, robbed you Of
honor, Of happiness, of your very place in
the world"
.IeXs soft voice with its almost WON
anish note of delicacy, had grown mpas-
stoned. The Russian, leaning forward, his
elbows on the table, glanced up with cold
eyes.
Let US get to the point-if there is
one to your story" he said
"A very subtle point" Jex rose and
leaned across-so suddenly that the Rus
sian drew back sharpy-and spoke a few
sentences in a low voice. As he spoke
the RUSSIANS face paled and contracted,
then grew set like a mask of hate.
Your proof" he demanded. in We
hement voice your proof"
samuel Jex reached for the hat he had
let slip to the floor His throat was
little dry-the story he had been telling
was a long one he had a strange feel
ing, as Of a man who had been living for
uncounted time another life. very alien
from his own. The eyes Of the prince.
fixed intently on his own. were no longer
the eyes Of a stranger: there was some
thing fercey intimate in their gaze out
wardly the Russian was composed. but
his thin brown hands trembled
u shall telephone to your police Tina
is | suppose. what you wish me 10 do?"
he said, and there was a CLEAN like sun
light on ice in his frosty eyes. You say
he knows nothing suspects nothng?'
"A Absolutely nothing" Jex answered
My son-in-law imagined all proofs had
been destrOyed-that nothing remained to
connect him with the old Identity Of the
Rue de la Paiy; he did not understand
that a woman rarely destroys incriminat-
ing papers.
victims to this vast scheme of black
mall"
Numbers Of people-men and women.
since women were not his sole victims
For the three years Of his life in Paris
he traded under the name Of Deschanel.
Matchmaking was Paul Saxes profession
He was Unfortunately successful and made
enormous sums: the rich OF three coun-
tries stresmed necessarily through the
doors vi the Beauty Parlor, and their Sc