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

looked about fffty-received him in his IL
brary, large and very plainly furnished
room in which there were more books
imam JeX had ever seen in his life He
mad 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
frosty night
You have stated that you have infor-
nation Of valuable kind, connected with
subject in which l 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 a contempt in his information
that Jex dsliked exceedingly.
Your supposition is incorrect" he re-
torted, mlitantly 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 dismissing gesture of his
hand. But Jex was not inundated; he
continued imperturbably
Jex's Story.
Your Highness has heard a beginning
like this before; it wearies him. doubt
less. If he will have patience he will csc
how differently this story ends This wolf
in sleeps clothing against, whom l claim
your aid. this 1nancier in city circles-a
very contemplate person, no doubt; yet
this Mr.. Paul SAKE has injured you,
wronged you most foully, robbed you of
honor, of happiness. of your very place in
the world"
Jexs soft voice, with its almost WON
anish note of delcacy, had grown impas-
stoned. The Russian leaning forward his
elbows on the table, glanced up with cold
eyes.
Let us get TO the pont-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 sharply-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 a
little dry-the story he had been telling
was 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 fercely intimate in their gaze. Out
wardly the Russian was composed but
his thin brown hands trembled
II shall telephone to your police. That
! is. suppose, what you wish me to do?"
he said and there was a CLEAN like sun
| light on ice in his frosty eyes. You say
| he knows nothing suspects nothing?'
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 Palx; he did not understand
| that a woman rarely destroys incriminat-
| "And are there other witnesses-other
victims to this vast scheme Of black
mail?"
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 Deschane
| Blackmailng was Paul Saxe's profession
| He was inOrdina telv successful and made
! enormous sums, the rich of three coun-
| tries streaned necessarily through the
! doors OF the Beauty Parlor, and their Sc