Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-14
TODAY s TNSTALLMENT.

There was stir of expectancy as the
man, captured by the police in the house
In Tempest street. was brought into court.
Rimington. craning his neck, found it
hard to get the glimpse of him for which
he felt a curious. upleaping eagerness.
Then, with sudden cleavage of the
crowd, he had a clear vision of the man
of thin. brown face that was full of
character, a handsome face that, in its
lines, resembled the profiles of those Ro-
man emperors that have come down to us
on their coinage: face that for all its
undeniabe strength was an evil face, lit
by eyes of a very noticeable light blue,
that looked out on the world with
sneering contempt.
Previous Meeting
Good Lord" Rimington muttered the
exclamation under his breath.
moment since he would have been
prepared to swear that he had no recol-
lection of the man whose entrance into
the hall at Tempest street on the night
of the murder had been so unexpected,
for the excellent reason that he had not
seen him; now he knew that subcon-
sciously his brain had received and re-
tanned an impression. Beyond doubt this
was the man of whom, as he sent him
sprawling by that unexpected blow which
ceived that curiously vivid impression
that he had been taken, not physically
alone, but mentally by surprise
Almost as definitely and decisively as
though he had been a woman, Jack Rim
ington found his opinion already formed
as he oked at the prisoner. An opinion
that resolved itself into actual words in
his mind
"That man Is as Innocent as am.
Whatever he was after in that house it
was not murder. He knew nothing of the
body saw lying In the room upstairs"
It was hard to generalize. of course,
and he laid claim to no great skill in
physiognomy; STILL the prisoner was not
of the type that does open murder. He
was convinced of that. On the obvious
surface he belonged to those who, if they
deal death, do so by subtlety and stealth.
The first witness called was the CON
stable to whom SAKE had given the alarm
As Rimington looked a the man who tow
cred up in the little pulpit-ike witness
box, he instantly recognized him as the
man whose face he had seen staring in
at him through the uncurtained window
of the ground floor room in Tempest
street The recognition chilled him. He
leaned back and felt recurrence of that
sickenng sensation that had racked him
yesterday. when on Hungerford Bridge a
man coming behind him had touched him
on the shoulder
A Dreadful Moment.
The police constable's evidence was
brief and consisted of a reca pitulation
of what Rimington had already read in
the newspaper account concerning the
alarm raised, the breaking into the house.
and the capture of the prisoner, who de-
MED all knowledge of the murder. but
voluntarily surrendered the famous ruby
which belonged to MIR. Ftzstephen Rim
ngton listened with a certain apathy to
the volley of answers and questions. tin
a sharp interrogation from the coroner
brought him upright in his seat alert
and listening with a strained expectancy.
'You say when the lights flashed up
suddenly In the room on the ground floor
that you saw the prisoner clearly stand
Ing there?"
the first time, more natural and less off,
cal in tone:
~ saw man, sir"
'The prisoner"
81 would not care to swear to that. sir"
To Rlmnqton It seemed that the whole
court room hung in waiting silence for the
Coroners comment. There was none.
The coroner, alert, amazingly skilIfui IN
elctine necessary facts as he appeared
to be- was all at once stricken by a men
tai blindness. He merely told the man to
duly followed him in the box.