The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-03-29
.By ALBERT pAYsoN rERHUNE
SYNOPSIS

circle Jim Borden, named from a red birthmark on his hand, has served his third prison term. One in each Bor- den generation, always a criminal, has borne the Red Circle mark. Jim and his son Ted, the only known living of the Bordens, are killed. Next day Lamar sees the Red Circle on a woman's hand outside a curtained automobile. June, marked with the Red Circle, robs Grant loan shark, Mary, June's nurse, discovers her thelt and tells her she is Circle Jim's" daughter, though Mrs. Travis does not know. Mary tricks La mar. Lamar visits Smiling Sam,'' Jim s old crime partner. Sent to Surfton by Smiling Sam, Alma La Sale robs the guests at ball. Lamar follows her back to town, captures her with the jewels, and goes after Smiling Sam. On the edge of a cliff pursuer and pursued engage in deadly combat. Gordon, a fugitive, rescues Lamar, and June ill turn saves Gordon from arrest. Smiling Sam sees the Red Circle on June's hand, tells her he knows her secret and fol- lows her to her city home. She helps Gordon to get away, after recovering for him the securities receipt which in criminates him by tricking Farwell and Lamar. Lamar suspects June. He cap- lures Smiling Sam. Gordon gives him. self up.
 Close beside him on desk was the hall telephone. He caught up the heavy instrument, wrenched it loose from it's green cord and swung it menacingly above his head.
 The doctor and the orderly recoiled be- fore the wordless threat. But just then a new actor appeared on the scene.
 The pounding on the closet door had attracted the nurse and she had released the imprisoned policeman. And he came forward, at high speed, yearning to re- capture the crook who had so easily fooled him.
 The patrolman was born fighter; and, moreover, he was snlarting for revenge. Without a seconds hesitation he sprang at Eagan. Down went the telephone in- strument, swung with all the brute strength of Sams right arm. The blow, fairly landing, would have meant frac- tured skull at the very least.
 But the patrolman had spent his boy hood on the water front. He knew every move in rough -and-tumble barroom fight. And he was not to be felled like stupid OK.
 He charged at Eagan. Down crashed the telephone. And, almost in midair. the policeman checked his own advance; stepping swiftly backward. The weapon, its distance miscalculated, whizzed harm lessly through the air, cutting a patch fully six inches in front of the bluecoat' s face.
 Before Sam could recover from that swashing blow the policeman dived in and grappled him. The doctor and the orderly crowded to re-enforce the of ficers attack. The nurses screams were bringing men on the run from all parts of the building.
 Sam. with the true battling instinct, realized his peril. There was but one chance of escape. And he must take that chance, without stopping to calculate it's percentage.
 Putting all his strength into one tremen- dous heave of body and arms he wriggled free from the policeman. As the latter instantly darted at him again, Sam wheeled around and sprang out through the open window just behind him. The window was 132 feet above the ground, and beneath it was cement pavement.
 Smiling Sam Eagan had fought his last fight
 He was stone dead before the first gaping attendant could reach the street and bend over him.
 Among those who gathered around the I