Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-18
TODAY's INSTALLMENT.

odd about that system of finger prints
ca HE thought ran on. Was It really so
t,4,uIhle as II protested to be? he won
5sred. The whole system in reality was
.v+raordinarily unlike that OF which he
rad read detailed descriptions In iliustrat-
81 n,aoazines. At Brixton they had made,
~ an impression of an ordinary thumb
mark such as a dirty finger might leave on
, white surface, but an ingenious square
ic,oression that showed the lines at the
sides Of the thumb as we'll as those on
the fat Of tan Impression Of every fin
7er Of each hand with its side markings
SITTING there In the dock, with every eye
IN the court on him, with the woman he
ro,sd sIttIna so near him, with Death
oy.i+tna for him in the background, that
Vas what Jack Rmington thought of
,,btI. the prosecution stated its case-ot
the copper plate and the linked roller by
r,.ans of which his finger marks had been
reo,stered at Brixton. and the sign Of his
ers4 anoer fresh dipped on the linked plate
Inst had accompanied his signature to the
4orn,. like wafer on a legal document.
Words forced themselves on his hear
Ing
oVhen arrested the prisoner stated that
he was on the point of visiting the police.
with view to communicating to them
his knowledge Of certain facts concerning
occurrences at the house in Tempest
street He would leave II to the court to
consider the remarkable silence which the
prisoner had maintained as to his pres
encA in Tempest street on the night OF
the murder, even although another man
had been arrested for the murder, and
would inevitably but for an accident al
most UNPARALLELED in the annals of crime,
have suffered the supreme penalty of the
Iaw for an offence of which he was inno-
cent
The voice of the prosecuting counsel
was splendid weapon of irony at that
moment as he raised it and looked across
at The man in the dock, who became all
al once an object, no longer for doubt
mi pity but for well-merited scorn and
detestation.
~ leave 1t to the court to imagine what
was the reason that dictated the remark
able silence on the part of the prisoner"
the spendidly ironical voice continued,
"the man of honorable training. of pre-
sumably the average instincts of a gen
tleman who had been heard to speak in
tones Of the utmost violence of the muir
dered man, who was known to have nour-
1ShG1 a
him
Rimington, listening now in spite of
himself heard the speaking man forge
link after link in the plain chain of facts
that formed the case for the treasury.
such a convincing chain-and. next to
the presence Of those blood stained fin
ger prints on the wall, the strongest link
in it had been forged by SAKE when, at
h,.J oil ha 70, t,
he reluctantly drawn from him that his
presence there in Tempest street that
night had been due to the fact of an APP
pontment with the prisoner on a matter
connected with the murdered man and
another whose name he had refused to
uter-a ady's name, communicated in
writing to the Judge. The prisoner had
denied keeping the appointment, but had
afterwards admitted that he had done so.
Nothing could have been more reluctant
than the financier S misunderstanding
had more impressed the jury who had
committed Rimington for trial.
And now today
on, they'll get their verdict, right
enough, Rimington said to himself and
refused to look across the court to where
Betty Lumsden sat with a face whittier
than her dress and eyes that held a hor-
ror worse than death
The first witness for the prosecution
was Paul SAKE His cross examination
had not ended when the court adjourned
for luncheon.
THE SHADOW OF THE ROPE.
Three o'clock on the second day of the
trial of John Rimington, accused of the
murder Of Mr. Fitzstephen, of Tempest
street. The raised tiers of benches fuller
even than Yesterday. if possible, stringent
though the formaities for admission had
been
No hope in the heart Of the counsel,
famous pleader of lost causes though he
was. as he sank back in his place, his
mpassoned speech for the defense CON
Guided. No hope in the heart of the man
on whose behalf SO much eloquence had
been outpoured; from the beginning there
had been no hope there. No hope at this
moment, only blank and torturlng de-
SPAR n the heart of the girl who sat
with her head resting on her hand, giving
no thought at all 10 the curious eyes bent
upon her, conscious only of a shame that
forbade her to look toward the place
where the impressive man she had not
dared ia raise voice to aid or save
waited for the inevitable end.
y seemed to Mr. Paul SAKE, whose bent
OF mind inclined 10 an observation of such
symbolism, that there was listlessness
IN the very air; a change had come over
me atmosphere the sunshine of the
morning had given place to one Of those