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

LED nlm into an inner room. 1t was little
more than a cupboard, but he closed the
door.
"You don't know who he is?" he asked.
"Not an idea" Knox replied.
"Have you ever heard of Griste?"
Griste!" Knox repeated the name.
Sounds quite familiar" he said. why"
He's the only one of the Paris motor
bandits they didn't CATCH" the Inspector
went on quickly. He shot four policemen
himself Don't you remember he wrote a
letter to the Mahn? He said he was only
larking in Paris-he had better job than
small town in Galicia. They'd sent sixty
thousand pounds worth of bank-notes into
circulation, every one of them absolutely
perfect. Griste had body-guard. They
killed the detective and two of the police,
over Europe but for six months no one has
had an idea where he was"
"Well can tell you where he is now, "
Knox asserted. Il can do more. | can
tell you how to get at him. He is living
at number sixteen, George Street, and in the
next room to where he's at work touching
up bank-notcs at the present moment, is an
empty room, at least empty except for a man
| put in there to watch. I've come straight
from there myself. There's a crack in the
wall. | saw him at work"
The Inspector gripped him by the arm.
They hurried through the outer room, into
the corridor, and along toward the chief S
office.
What put you on to the game?" the
Inspector inquired
"A woman" Knox answered.
"Was she a friend of yours" the man
asked curiously.
I'm not sure that she was" Knox
replied.
Inspector I1obson grunted.
YOU'D better leave the job with us now,
he advised. "Griste will never be taken
alive and he'll never be taken without loss
of life.
Knox nodded.
As soon as | saw what his game was, y
he said, 81 came straight to you. | don t
presume to interfere In your business. If
you'll allow me, though, I'd like to see the
thing through You'll need me TO take you
down there"
"Wait a moment" the other begged.
"Wait here, if you don't mind"
He was gone about five minutes When
he returned, there was commotion in the
corridor Several mems names were being
called in a sort of waiting-room. The In
spector came out to Knox.
Look here" he said, this will be a
desperate affair. If you take my advice
you'll go quietly home and read the papers
tomorrow morning. You can tell us eX-
actly where this room is, y
Knox shook his head.
81 don't want to interfere with the po-
lice" he declared. It's their duty and
their risk. I'll keep in the background but
I'd like to come along"
The Inspector nodded.
Every well, he consented, "you must
come in and tell me all about it afterward.
It's not in my line, worse luck! I'll hand
you over to Inspector Dumbel here"
Ten minutes later, two taxicabs turned
out of the yard, with four men in each.
Knox found himself with a Service revolver
in his pocket, explaining to the superintend-
ent, who sat by his side coolly smoking a
cigarette, the position of the room and the
cab and the detective made his plans as
they went. They drove straight to George
Street and entered the house in single file.
Once more a mans head appeared like a
Jack -in-the- box from the door at the side,
of which Knox had spoken. The Inspector,
who was prepared, wasted not a second The
man was seized and gagged before he could
make a single inquiry. They left him alone
and ran up the stairs on tiptoe. Knox
pointed to the door of the room in which the
men were. Three of the police stood on the
threshold, rcvolvers in their hands The
others entered the room where Jacks was
lying in bed. He sat up at once.