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

There was a 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
hare . get the glimpse of him for which
he felt a curious, upleaping eagerness.
Then, with a sudden cleavage Of the
crowd, he had clear vision of the man
of a 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; a face that for all its
undeniable strength was an evil face lit
by eyes of a very noticeable light blue,
that looked out on the world with
sneering contempt
A Previous Meeting.
Good Lord Rimington muttered the
exclamation under his breath
moment since he would have been
prepared to swear that he had no recolr
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
had covered his own retreat he had re-
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 loked 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 il
was not murder. n knew nothing Of the
body ! saw lying In the room upstairs"
1t 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 at 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 a recurrence of that
yesterday. when on Hungerford Bridge
man coming behind him had touched him
on the shoulder.
Dreadful Moment.
The police constable's evidence was
brief, and consisted of a recaptulation
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 Mr. Fitzstephen. Rim
ington listened with a certain apathy to
the voley of answers and questions, till
a sharp Interrogation from the coroner
brought him upright in his seat, alert
and listening with 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 there2"
And the mans answer hesltatnq for
the first time, more natural and less Off
ciaI in tone;
81 saw man, sir"
THE prsoner?
81 would not care to swear to that, sir"
To Huntington It see51ed that the whole
court room hung in waiting silence for the
coroner's comment. There was none.
elicitng necessary facts as he appeared
to be, was ali at once stricken by men
tai blindness He merely told the man to
stand down, and Paul SAKE, being called,
duly followed him in the box.