Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-07
Perplexing a Magistrate.

"Wot's e bin-a dom Off"
"Nicked a iydy's purse, Ell"
Nav, Bin tickIn' the till. more
like"
"BH-me, don't e look sick
They ran and buzzed around him like
wasps. singing most bitterly with
I coarse words and coarser laughter An
omnibus slowed its pace 10 let them
cross the road, and Philip knew that
I the people on top craned their neCks 10
/ have a good look at him. When near
/ ing the viaduct steps the policeman
! growled something at the pursuing
| crowd Another constable strobe rapid
/ ly to the entrance and cut off the
/ loafcrs, sternly advising them TO find
some other destination. But the res
I pitc was brief one. The pair reached
Harrington street and had barely at
/ tracted attention before they passed
I the restaurant where Philip had lunched
/ The hour was yet early for midday GUS
toners, and the bald-headed proprietor
saw them coming. lie rushed out. The
green grocer too. turned from mis- wares
and Joined in the exc amations Of his
! friend at this speedy denouemcnt Of
/ The trivial incident OF twenty minutes
earlier
The restauranl keeper was made jub-
/ liant by this dramatic vindicatjon Of
| the accuracy Of his judgment
The thlevin young scamp lie eJac-
ulated. That's right, Mr.. Policeman
/ Lock i'm up, Els reg lar wrong IN.
The constable stopped. Hello" he
said. do YOU know him.
Il should think l did. T. ken ere
! just now an obtained a good blowout
] I4alt .t..y,.
"OId ard but in the greengrocer,
! that's not quite the ticket T. asked
/ you to trust i'm, but you wouldn't
The stout man gurgled.
| Not me. know is sort But e
"Mebbc, an mebbe not Ennyhow,
/ two bob won break me, an I'm sorry
/ for the kid. Wots e done, Mr.. Police
| man" Mr.. Judd was nettIed, yet I'M
! willing to acknowledge he was wholly
wrong
stole heap of diamonds DO either
. Of YOU know him"
Never saw him aforc this mornin'."
! Never bin in my 'ouSe before"
Then come along and Philip was
iuggcd onward, but not before he found
courage TO say:
THANK You once more. Mr. Judd /
/ viii keep my word never fear"
'Whdt are you thanking him for.
. said the constable.
For believing in me was the curt
ansWcr
The policeman tried 10 extract some
. meaning from the words but failed. He
/ privately admitted that il was an eK-
/ traordinary affair. How came q boy
/ who spoke like a gent cman and was
4 dressed like a street Arab to be wan
dcrlng about London with a pOcketfuI
/ of diamonds and admitted TO the pri-
vdte office of the chief diamond ner-
/ chant i'll Hatton Garden? He gave it
up, but silently thanked the stars which
connected him with an important case
At last Philips Via Dolorosa ended in
the Bridewen police station. He was
/ paraded before the Inspector in charge,
funCtiOndry who would not have ey-
| hibited any surprise had the German
/ Emperor been brought before him
! charged with ShOplifting
lie opened huge ledger. tried if his
pen would make a hair stroke on
piece OF paper, and said, laconically:
Name"
No answer from the prisoner. fol-
lowed by emphatic demands from in
Spector and constable the former vol
unteering the information that to re-
| fuse your name and address was in
itSelf an onenSe against the law.
ihiiIpS SangfrOid was coming to his
AID. The horror of his passage through
the gaping mob had cauterized all other
sentiments. and he now saw that If he
would preserve his incOgnito ne must
adopt a ruse.
Philip Morland," he said, doggedly,
for the last time before recording a def
mite refusal
Philip Morland." 1t sounded curl
ously familiar in his ears. His mother
| was Miss Morland prior to her mar
riaSe. but he had not noticed the odd
coincidence that he should have been
christened after the Sir Philip" Of the
packet of letters SO fortunately left be-
hind that morning
Address,
Park Lane.
The inspector began to write before
the absurdity of the reply dawned on
| him. lie stopped
is your mother Caretaker there. or
Your father employed in a news"
My father and mother are dead
Then YOU will kindly inform US what
number i'll Park Lane you live at?'
II have not determined that as yet
! / intend to buy house there"
Some constable lOunging about the of
| flee laughed and the Inspector incensed
out of his routine habits, shouted,
; aEgrily:
This is no place for Joking. boy.
( Answer me properly. or il will be worse
for YOU.
! II have answered you quite properIv
/ The constable who brought me here has
/ in his possession diamonds worth many
! thousands of pounds belonging TO me
| own hundred times as many Surely
/ | can buy a house in Park Lane if I
The inspector was staggered by this
we'll bred insolence. He was searching
! for some crushing legal threat that
would brighten the boy into a state of
! due humility when Mr.. Isaacstein en-
] tered
The Hatton Garden magnate again re-
! lated the circumstances attending
| Philips arrest. and the inspector
/ promptly asked:
What charge shall | enter? You
gave him into custody Do you think
J he has stolen the diamonds"
/ Isaacstein had been thinking hard