Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-04-05

was SIlllll cry. hIlO&, NOTWITHSTANDING Ills
promise, was through after the last of the
policemen. Griste was seized at his work
and was borne, struggling and biting like a
wild cat into the back room by two police
men. The younger man snatChed up a
long automatic pistol but it was knocked
from his hand and he, too, was colared
The Doctor, who was a little further off
was the only one who was able to resist
A bullet whistled past the first policeman
past Knox's head through the next room
and crashed through the window Before
he could pull the trigger second time, how
ever, he was on his back and policeman
had gripped him by the throat. Even then
successful though the assault had been, the
affair was not concluded. Griste in the fur
ther room, fought and struggled like mad
man. Once he very nearly wrenched him
self loose. Knox, however, who was on the
outskirts, stopped down, and Selling him by
the leg, frustrated his efforts. Griste recOg-
nized him and spat at him viciously.
If could get loose" he yelled, his eyes
almost starting from his head, I'D swing
for you!"
The three men were at last secured. The
place was wrapped in an Ominous silence
From all corners of the house men were
stealing away into the shadows. There was
no thought of rescue. The whisper that
the police we're in the house was sending the
people out like frightened rats. Downstairs
a huge police van had just driven up
Even then there was trouble. HandCuffeC
and gagged, both the Doctor and Griste
fought like wild animals the whole of the
way down the stairs, and we're at last thrown
into the van by their exhausted guards
Inspector Dumbell heard the door bang
behind them, examined the lock carefully
and, taking off his peaked hat, wiped the
perspiration from his forehead. He helc
out his hand to Knox.
"a clean, good job, sir" he declared
land not a man lost. Now that it's al
over, | don't mind telling you that that
chap Griste has boosted more than once
that it would take the lives of a dozen pc
licemen to secure him. Fortunately, they
hadn't got a bob, or they'd have had theil
usual gang of cut-throats around. Mex
week they would have been living like
princes"
Knox turned back to speak to Jacks
who was waiting on the pavement, and put
some gold into his hand
Come and see me at my rooms to-
morrow morning" he directed, land II
find you job
Knox called back at his rooms, bathed
changed his clothes, and drove to Berkeley
Square. Miss de Hagen was just leaving
for a supper party, he was told, and ever
at that moment she swept into the hall.
L won't keep you" Knox said, as he
stepped forward to greet her. 81 see yor
are just going out.
"Well," she exclaimed curiously, "what
is it?"
81 have come" Knox continued "tc
thank you very much for the information
you gave me. The man has been arrested
tonight | found that it wasn't exactly
my job, so | handed it over to the police.
Miss de Hagen bent once more over hel
gloves. When she looked up, there was d
forced smile upon her lips.
So it was really Nidisky, the anarchist?
she asked.
Nidisky-oh, no!' Knox replied. 1T
was a much more interesting person. 1t
was Griste, the forgcr, the man who wrote
that letter to the Matin, you know, in
which he sWOrc that it would take the lives
of twelve men to arrest him, the man 7vhO hdd
the reputation Of shooting at sight any one Ii
SnSbeCted-as he might have shot as, Miss Gle
Hagon-and who somehow or other always
succeeded in making his escape. shall feel
indebted to you all my life, Miss de Hagen,
for your very valuable information"
. see no halo around your head, Mr..
Knox" she said, "but you evidently have
what a great writer of my country once
called the atmosphere of fortune, shining
around you.
Knox answered her challenge frankly.
when one is unhappy enough" he re-