Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-19
PURSUERS TRAIL PULLMAN ROBBER BY FOOTPRINTS AT IRA
Thrilling Tales of Bandit and Poce

and phrases Heard could make out.
II all seemed 80 unlikely and
STORY bookish" to the policeman
that he went on to the rear OF the
car without drawing his revolver
Passing through the narrow vesti-
bule. he flung open the rear door
Then he backed up.
He was looking squarely down at a
cfouching man, clinging outside the
brass wicket-gate with his left hand
while with his right he aimed a heavy
revolver at Heard.
We'll" he shouted. grinning vi
ciously in the faint, smoky light, I'm
still here!"
And then. without another word
the firing began.
Policeman Opens Fire.
Twice long squirt of fame and an
accompanying roar flashed up from
| the crouching figure outside the gate,
while Heard was Juggling at his owr
weapon.
Then the policeman's revolver
swung clear, and. with the smash Of
glass in his ears, the acrid reek of
smoke in his nostrils, and a burning
streak across his right cheek, he
opened fire.
In the narrow space. his heavy re-
volver roared like a shotgun. The
I
The lights scarcely showed-only the
long, leaping flashes. back and forth,
to and from the platform.
From beneath the car came a sud-
den grinding Of brakes, and just back
or Heard's left ear there came an
! other dazing crash. He wheeled
fearing an attack from behind, and
there was Werner, the porter. his eyes
popping from his face, but holding
his ground and firing shot after shot
at the bandit. now crouched so low
that not much more than the big re-
volver was visible above the platform
level.
Bandit Flees, Laughing.
The trains speed was slackening
| under the stress of the emergency
brakes. With a loud laugh. the BAN
dit loosened his hold on the wicket
and dropped from the platform into
| the darkness.
The train ground to a stop. Heard
and the faithful Bailey climbed over
the wicket and dropped to the earth,
| looking on every side for the bandit.
A dim form was slipping rapidly
| away into the neighboring woods,
dark against the sky. They fired
three more shots, without a return.
| The man was gone.
Conductor Dunn canvassed the pas
| sengers and found all present and
| uninjured, except Heard. who had a
| long, deep cash across his right cheek
"a cut made by flying glass.
At Hills Park a message was sent
| to the dispatcher's office. outlining
the attack. In fifteen minutes more,
| 80 county policemen were sweeping
the vicinity.
A few minutes after the robber dis
appeared a man. who said his name
was John Jones. and laer No
Ian, was arrested near the scene
Of the holdup by city police.
He refused to make any state
ment. although he has admitted that
Jones is not his right name. Papers
on his person indicated his home Is
in Des Moines. He received mail at
the general delivery window of the
postofflce as late as January 10 under
the name Of James Nolan.
He informed the county officers that
he came South about week ago In
search of work.
Said He Was Hunting Work.
The suspect said he was directed to
a man named Smith In Bolton. who
would see that he was employed. The
county policemen could find nobody
In the neighborhood named Smith.
| Several letters were found In
Nolan's pockets which are considered
significant. One from a man in Sa-
vannah stated that a package had
been sent to Jones here to be dis
posed of.
A card from girl. signed May"
also was among his belongings.
| When searched at the Tower, Jones
was found to have a well worn pock-
etbook containing So in bills, little
over 50 in silver, three dirty hand
| kerchiefs, a pocket comb and a sur
geon's sCalpel.
The county police believe Nolan
Is but one of several who had a hand
in the hold-up. 1t is remarked that
the train had to stop at Winnings. a
station which let's passengers off
only on tagging. 1t Is believed the
bandit got aboard there. II also Is
believed the person who was let off
at Winnings was an accomplice of the
bandit.