Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-08-29
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looked about fftX-received him in his Ii
brarY, a large and very plainly furnished
room in which there were more books
than 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 I am interested. to
give me-" the Prince said. referring to
papers on the table before him you
mean that YOU have informa ton to sell, |
suppose"
He spoke English correctly, but with
certain difficulty and harshness, and
there was a contempt in his intonation
that lex disliked exceedingly
Your suppOsitiOn is incorrect" he re-
torted, militantly My motive in offer
ing this information to YOU is purely
altruistic. A transgressor, highly placed
and powerful, requires d 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 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 / claim
your aid. this fnancier in city circles-a
very contemplate person, no doubt; yet
this Mr., Paul SAKE has injured you.
utr ,f
honor, of happiness, of your very place in
the world"
JeX's soft voice with its almost wom-
anish note Of delicacy. had grown impas-
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" lex rose and
leaned across-so suddenly that the Rus
sian drew back sharply-and spoke few
sentences in "A low voice As he spoke
the Russians face paled and contracted,
then grew set like mask OF hate
Your proof he demanded, in We
hement voice. your proof"
samuel lex reached for the hat he had
let Slip to the floor. His throat was
little dry-the story he had been telling
WAS lOnR one. ne nad 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 intenty on his own. were no longer
the eyes Of a stranger; there was some
thing hefcely intimate in their gaze. out
wardly the Russian was composed. but
his thin brown hands trembled
Il shan telephone to your police That
is, | suppose, what you wish me to dor
he said and there was 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 Paix, he did not understand
that a woman rarely destroys incrimnat
ing papers
And are there other witnesses-oth
victims to this vast scheme OF black
mail2'
Numbers OF people-men and women
since women were not his sole victims
For the three wears OF his life I'm Paris
he traded under the name of Deschanel
Blackmsiling was Paul Saxe's profession
He was nordinately successful and made
enormous sums. the rich OF three coun-
tries streamed necessarily through the
doors oI the Beauty Parlor. and their Sc