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Ctt'Ht vv -T t-stV MMm/- S j5rW& j 3,5 l. OETECTIVE HARRY SCOTT'S OF HOW IT SECURED JAMES CONLEY'S if' iir C.J Kfc' WJ7i Wr i J M r jS -S V By Brltt Cralo. Have you ever had a hunch that there wasn't anybody around the table that held a higher hand than your Jacks over tens and consequent ly you shoved a 'blue1 to the mahogany with the result that every hostile hand went to the discard Have you ever had a hunch that It was going to rain and you pulled in the rugs and took the clothes off the line and let down the windows Just In time to see the elements express themselves In a downpour Have you ever had a hunch of any kind one of those real undeniable Inner promptings- that chases round and round In jour bonnet and worries the life out of you and Invariably forces you to do something that you really Intended doing but about which you were sorely undecided If you re human you have. Detective Harry Scott had one about Jim Conley the negro sweeper In the Phagan mystery. It was one of those Irresistible hunches that buzzes about like a June bug He took It for Its word with the result that he found the key that la predict ed to unlock the secret of Atlanta's most hideous murder. Detectives are very normal beings. The have hunches like the weakest of us They're superstitious too. You can't find a single one that will walk under a ladder or fall to knock wood when ho brags about him self hunch is one of the most com mon of human afflictions It is the verj essence of a frailty that affects every normal somebody The very fac that it is a weakness requires a ner\e of steel and backbone of simi lar fortitude to play one to the limit like Detective Scott played his. Good detectives like genius are utterly human Genius frequentl stalks about In Its shirt sleeves with out a shave and wearing suspenders It has been known to chew tobacco and cuss volublv Sometimes it has a red nose and a thirst It can sleep as contentedly on Decatur street as on Ppachtree Detectives Very Human. A good detective Is so absolutely- human that he generally chews to bacco doesn t care where he spits it possesses a vocabulary of profanity that is surpassed only by its elo quence and brightens up sartorlally only whon he falls In love or his wife makes him Detective Scott although he doesn't chew tobacco not since he was 16 at least or allow his profanity to inter fere with his knowledge of perfectly good English is so keenly human that he had a premonition that Jim Conley knew something or other about the death of Mary Phagan. While the Investigation was at Its zenith the negro lay in police headquarters neglected and sorely In need of a hath Scott casting about for someone on whom to cast suspicion in order to convince himself that he wasn't prejudiced against the white prisoner was guided by the hunch to Conley lh' had no reason to suspect the sweeper other than the fact that Jim had been caught washing his shirt In order to appear presentable at the Inquest Nothing but the hunch point ed Conleywarda He tried to figure that the negro was guilty and there was nothing to figure on. He tried to figure he was Innocent and the hunch figured for him It pointed to Conley like that uncanny feollnu which Irresistibly draws jou over on the right hand Bide of the F'reet on the way home of a dark night when the left side is really the nearest. It welshed as heavily as remembered wrong It tortured him of nights and made his days miserable Conley knows something it whispered Pick it out of him or go back to selling flsh Finally the Plnkerton man set out with Detective John Black of police headquarters to prove that either the bunch was a liar or he wasn't a detective as good as he had always con sidered Conley had maintained that he was illiterate couldn't even write his name and as this seemed the only vulnerable spot in his story Scott told him he probably was a ILir At least it was the only thing about the negro that could plausibly be discredited On the theory that every necro who owns a wife and home as- f onley owned possesses fur niture boueht on the Installment plan the two sleuths cast about for some contract to which the black man could possibly have attached his signature. Thev visited third-rate furniture stores business houses and Jewelry Bhop The search was fruitless The signature of Tonley was as missing as the secret of the sphinx Scott was prepared to abandon his hunch on the doorsteps of failure when Fate not a thirst took them to the vicinity of a saloon near Five Points Providence-an I not the bouncer- urged a gentleman In Panama and white hnes. and with the oily air of I e collector gently through the door way He stepjied to the sidewalk and recognized Black He greeted and ehook a disconsolate hand. Wanted to See Conley. "You've got a nigger down at police station I'd certainly like to see. he announced. "What nigger" said Black promot ing conversation "That fonlev niirger Something bright and dazzling flashed through Scott's hunch ridden brain as he noticec the batch of bills carefully folded in the person's coat pocket The hunch told him to collar the oily Individual and search his batch of bills. He did at the oily one's consent A single glance revealed a contract Issued to Jim Conley. A second glance revealed the negro's name scrawled in a characteristic hand all over the signee's Ifne. Scott's bunch had been fulfilled It .had guided him to a specimen of the black sweeper's handwriting two fwords in barely legible script that /proved the uegro a liar three ways rlrom breakfast. It has since proved I''the means of lifting the Phagan secret from the mire of mystery. Photi by Francl E Prl Stiff Pkftoiraph r Detective Harry Scott in Panama hat of the Pinkertons who played the hunch that Jim Conley the negro knew something of the girl's murder. The accompanjing figure is Detective John Black of police headquarters whose work in co-operation with the Plnkerton man did much to -ohe the crime. Great dependence will be put in their testimony at the coming trial of Leo Frank charged with the murder ot Mary Phagan. The contract was signed by Conley' more than uehe months ago for a watch he had bought from a jewelry- firm It is now in possession of the solicitor general and likeh \\ill be produced as evidence in the coming trial of Leo Frank The Third Degree. What followed its disco\ery aas the most successful third degree CUT operated at police headqjaiters Scott and Black showed the sienaturp to the solicitor general detective chief and Chief Beavers i Then they showed it to Conlev It u as on a Sunday afternoon Police station was dull and dro\\sy and a sleepy atmosphere pervaded the building Kven the inevitable news paper reporter was absent Scott uid Black took the prisoner into the little 6x8 "sweat box" and sat him where the light could play full on his face Scott locked the door and threw the key over the transom Black pulled off his coat let down his sueinnders and put cigarettes conveniently near Conley blinked at the light and wondered what was coming off. Scott pulled a mysterious some thing from his pocket and laid it on the table It uas a folded bit of paper and he smiled significantly as it left his hand. Conley grimaced and shifted a leg "Well Jim v-e've got the deadwood on you. Better cough up and tell us something "Honest white folks I swear 'fore God and High heaven I don't know a thing. His plea was pathetic in Its apparent sincerity. "But we know better. The quick er you tell the better off you'll be Kick in Jim kick in. It's the best for you. "I can't kick protested the negro. "I ain't got nothin' to kick for Scott stepped to the table and pointed at the folded slip "You see that' It's enoueh to bane you You don't know what it is. and you couldn't guess in a year It's deadwood nigger It's dead wood You d better kick through or we'll pull it on you. The negro studied the slip mtpntlv He was sorely puzzled Great drops of sweat rolled down his face and his fingers twitched nervously. His very air betrayed" guilt. "Listen said Scott. "Can you write "Naw sir I can't I never could "Will you swear It1 "I shore will" "Do you know the penalty for perjury "Naw sir what Is It "Twenty years In the gang maybe more. "What's perjury "Swearing a lie "But I ain't goin' to swear no He. "You will If you swear you can't write. Here Look at this The Pinkerton man unfolded the mysterious slip. It was the contract. The negro noted the signature with a betraying flash of recognition. "How could you sign this If you C0uda't write Conley was wordless tor minutes. He stared dumbly out the window and twisted his fingers. Suddenly he eielaimed "WWte lolks Vm a Mai "Good We thought so all the time. Now we want you to write a bit" The sleuths produced pen and paper. Conley was put at the table to write his name "N'ow. write the alphabet. He wrote the A B C's In huge scrawlin figures "Write this. 'That long tall black neero did this by hisself' Conley winced slightly as he evidently recalled the words of the tragic note found beside the body. He wrote slowly and deliberately with apparently no effort to disguise his script. 'That long tall black negro did this boy hlsslef. The detectives peering eagerly over the negro's shoulder noted with satisfaction the misspelling of DAILY LIFE OF AN ATLANTA FIREMAN Continued From Page Three. just off Peters street when the porch of a burning house caved In upon him R M. Fisher of Engine House No. j 4. died In discharge of his duty July j 20 1908 at Courtland and Gilmer 'streets when he was hurled from a 'ladder before the eyes of hundreds of l terror-stricken spectators 1 The memory of the remaining two 'victims Is fresh In the minds of every- I one. It was in the early morning of last February 26 that the fire department jwas called to the corner of Whitehall street and Trinity avenue. There was I no fire but a building undergoing repairs was crumbling in upon the I sleeping occupants. i The ladders were hastily run up to the windows and the first man to 1 mount one of these ladders was J. J. Gillesple Several men followed him Shriek of Terror. Suddenly there was a wailing shriek of terror from the people below The firemen leaped all but Gillesple. who was too high upon the ladder to escape. 'My God he's gone moaned his comrades as they covered their eyes to avoid the horrible sight. The avalanche of brick crumbled and wavered and crashed down upon brave Gillespie before he had the remotest chance of escape. i It was only two weeks later that the department responded to a call at Washington and Glenn streets A home was burning Shortly after the firemen entered the house there were cnps for help In the darkness of the second floor. Men dashed to the res cue but the cries continued and Chief c-immings himself was first to guess the real cause of the trouble He found the switch which cut off the electric current but too late to save the life of Charles Dougherty who I was electrocuted by volts which pass ed through his body for several min- iutes. I The people of Atlanta are highly appreciative of the heroism of the men who have died for them. They \vmyw -hat no man YV&\ A greater love than to iay down his lite for another and have never failed to respond lib erally to help the relatives of the firemen vrho have died in discharge of duty. The Humorous Side. The Incidents In the life of fc. fire- words "by" and "self" They ordered him to re-write the -words. "Boy" and "slef he wrote The original murder missive had been written "boy" and "slef" Satisfied that Conley was their author the detectives flatly accused him of writing the Phagan notes. "I didn't do it he answered. 'Fore God I didn't. Showed He Was Guilty. "The very fact that you errored in these -words show jou're guilty. The handwriting compares with the orig inals. You accuse yourself of killing the girl I believe you did it. Everybody else will believe it. You'll ba hung just as euro as you're foot high and black. man however are not without their humorous side. With thousands of dollars worth of property literally going up in smoke many a fireman has been pleaded with to risk his life to save some lady's pet canary or poodle dog On Christmas eve last there was a flre in a negro rooming house on Peters street. Chief Cummlngs was there superintending the fight against the flames. Personally he went through the house and aroused the occupants Just when he thought every body was out a man rushed to him madly and cried "Chief there's a man asleep in a back room on the second floor Quick as a flash the chief was hack in the smoke and flames. He found the man and hauled him from his bed. "Just a minute boss pleaded the negro. "There's something under dls mattress what I's jes' "bleeged 'ter have.1' The chref had seen people before pleading for a chance to rescue the sav ings of many years' hard work and granted the poor negro his request. The negro drew from under the mattress not his savings but a bottle of beer The fire department Is rendering excellent service with the apparatus It has but Chief Cummings realizes that horse apparatus Is rapidly be coming behind the times and Inadequate to protect a city of the size of Atlanta. His department Is outgrowing the methods of yesterday and he urges that the city buy as soon as possible automobile apparatus such as has already been installed in the new stations in Inman Park and West End. "It is imperative he says "that we have the best possible apparatus to protect the great improvements which are the pride of the city and the wonder of the entire country. The West End station is a step In the right direction. The apparatus is up-to-date and efficient. The flre house Is the most modern in the country. It is as near like a home as it is possible to make a flre station and after all firemen are human and need the comforts that such a station as No. 14 in West End offers. We should beware lest we fall behind the tmes. And thus has Chief Gumming in his thirty-sir yeara of service outlived the life of the organization which te helped to create and wlth- al he is atlll as young as the youngest of them "But I ain't guilty. I don't know a thing about them notes or about that killing honest white folks. Can't you believe a word I say "Naw Jim we wouldn't b'lieve you on the gallows. You tell so many lies. Black broke in. "Listen Jim you don't want to go to the scaffold. It's hell to be slung at the end of a rope to God knows where You're going though just as sur's hell's hot and still heatin' There ain't but one way out of it "There ain't a jury In the world- uncork and tell all you know even a nigger jury that'd believe you didn't kill this girl They'd hang you or lynch you likely lynching. A LITTLE STORY OF A BIG MAN FROM THE COUNTRY This Is a story of how a farm boy born In the foothills of North Caro lina came to Atlanta and made frood In a big- way In less than five years. His name Is Lindsey Hopkins At the age of 34 years he is voluntarily retiring from the presidency of the largest auto sales ctmcern In the south and will hang1 out a shingle with tha modest inscription "Private Banker. In rounding out a big business suc cess at an age when most business men are only beginning to cut their wisdom teeth Llndsey Hopkins has followed some rules which are amazingly simple. "I got my philosophy of life at the plow handles says Mr. Ho-pkins. "WTien my old daddy put me to work up In Rocklngham county. N Cv he gave me two pieces o a J\lce. Roth were grood. But looking hark I am satisfied that neither would have been of any real value without the other It Is the combination that wins. The first piece of advice was to work hard and the second was to keep my e es open. I have been trying to do both ever since "My advice to any ambitious young man who wants to make a substantial succes Is be a.plodder but not be a mole Plod with your head up You can't get ahead ver fast even by the hardest work unle s ou look ahead It Is all right to concentrate vour whole soul and energy on sweeping a floor or plowing a furrow If jou know why you are doing It. But noth ing is more pathetic than to see a fellow who Is A good worker 10 absorbed In a little t o-hv-fow job that he can't see anything bevnnd It" Llndsej Hopkins was probably the first man in the south to recognize the true significance of the coming of the automobile While older and more experienced heads were still regard- Ing the horsele" carriage as a fad. he knew that It had come to stay and he acted according But the first "job" he p\cr had was as printers' dc\ll on The Greensboro Patriot I3efore that tim how ever he had det eloped on the farm a ttvrdy capacity tor Y AT \\o.V. He received the o-rdli VT Amount of schooling go'.ng to the public schools In winter and workUx on t'-e farm In the summer hot beci use ho had to bat because u ork came mtural io him. Later he took a limited course In the University of North Carolina You've got yourself In a pickle and there alnt but one way out kick In. Tell all about it. "I don't know a thing boss I swear I don't. If I did. I'd tell you the truth the whole truth so he'p me God Black's tone had been so convincing that the negro had been left in a quandary. The detectives comprehended it. Scott said "We'll give you a day to think It over. With which they transferred the prisoner to a dark and desolate cell In the prison downstairs locked him in and left him alone to his thoughts and a \ivid outlook of the scaffold. While the detectives jubiteed inwardly and kept reporters from gaining knowledge o the marvelous development they quizzed Conley for seven following davs trying to exact a confession. It was locked firm in his bosom He stoutly maintained' the original story. I It was the following Saturday the day that veteran reporters declare' was the newsiest In Atlanta's history. Beside the famous Felder-Lanford dictagraph row Frank was Sn-j dieted developments came thick and fast from many quarters and other i things were happening that kept an army of new s-gatherers the busiest of i their careers j At davbreak Detective Black was' summoned by Conley to the negro's I cell. "I've got something to tell you boss he said. Black'locKed himself. In with the prisoner and Conley be gan to unburden himself of his first tale of complicity in the Phagan crime. "I wrote those notes he admit ted. "Mr. Frank had me write 'em. I didn't know what he wanted with them and he gave me some money to do it. I'd a told you sooner but thought he'd send me more money for not tellin' I hoped some of his friends 'd get me out. Dorsey Is Notified. The solicitor was notifie Immediately. The grand jury was being presented with evidence against the suspected Frank. Conley's confes sion was submitted in the meanwhile. Thirty minutes later the famous bill of Indictment was drawn. Although he had eked a wonderful jam from the negro Scott's hunch failed to subside. It buzzed about in his head like a circular saw and got frantic at times. It told him the negro knew even more than he had confessed. The detective by this time considered the hunch productive and trust worthy. He set out on new lines. He faced the negro with a daily accusation of guilt and a picture of his predicted doom It had a satis factory effect. Conley grew weak and lost his appetite. He slept little and a nervous and haunted look crept Into his eyes. Wllle the FinKerton man assumed an attitude of hostility toward the black sweeper Detective Black af fected sympathy as per plot and bought the prisoner drinks and pies and sandwiches and consolation. Between the two fires Jim inclined toward the headquarters man and gradually the crust of his reticence began to crack. "Mister Black he said one day "you've been mighty good to me and some day I'm going to be the same to you whenever I get the chance. Black carried the news to Scott. Scott went directly to .Conley'a cell and drew a masterful picture of a and formed a life-long habit of reading good books and later became a tra\eling salesman for the Atlantic Refmlnj comp.mj and as such became known throughout the i-outh He was made special repre .Pntatl\ t1 of the corn- pan In Kurope This hov ever was In the nature of a preliminary to Mr Hop kins' real business taiter It was when he ccnneited hiTi'df lth the automobile business that he began to be recognized throughout the south as one of the oung captains of Industry of thl section. In 1903 he demonstrated the practicality of the automobile for cross cravats vraveUtvs' hestnvted from At- tanta. tv a one-lung CudllllL And suc cessfully reached Greensbaro. N. C after a mosatlonal trfp ovc- roads whlcn ha I never been traversed be- lure by firfJVpropellln vehicles. It was a sort ol j iT60tt&\\v soi\l\xtx 4 "Glldden tour the first In automo- banging at daybreak. He .declared that efforts already were being 'made to indict him' for the actual murder' and told that officials of the- pencil factory had openly accused the negro,1 of the crime. 4 Scott's visit and attitude lef tae- negro in a state of fear Black reached his cell shortly after the Plnkerton man had departed. He played upon the suspect's emotion. He pretended sympathy and offered to see the black carried safely through the 'plot' against him. Finally when Black and Scott and headquarters had become convinced that the negro was ripe for confessing he was carried into Chief Lanford's office. He faced a group of detectives shirts off sleeves rolled and a prevailing widespread willingness to wade in. The sleuths cajoled and coaxed. They warned and threatened. They did everything that detective Ingenuity could suggest. Conley seemed adamant. He stuck to his story and never wavered He was worked Into a heat a boiling bubbling heat and left therein to think things over. His questioners stepped Into the hallway outside and compared notes. A newsboy arrived with an afternoon newspaper. Glaring headlines an nounced that pencil factory authori ties had publicly charged Conley with murdering Mary Phagan and of try- Ing to shift the crime to their superintendent Scott again had an idea. It was born In a dazzling brilliance that was overwhelming "Here boy he called to the new- sle. "Take one of those papers to that nigger in the room. The boy did as directed Conley was given the paper containing the accusation. What happened to his emotions isn't on police record. No one knows but Conley. The result though Is a gilded page in police history. When. Scott and his fellow-examin ers returned to the room the negro was staring blankly at the headline perspiration streaming and fingers trembling. He glanced at the head quarters men with an air of weak resignation. "Listen Mr. Black he said to the detective. "I'd like to talk to you privately please sir. Black was left with the suspect closeted In the chief's office. Thirty minutes later he emerged a smile flooding his face success in his soul and bis mind filled with Conley's startling confession of complicity In disposing of Mary Phagan's tody In assistance to his superintendent It was the second conflicting story he had told. The first was of having only written the murder notes. It has been replaced by his latter and more incriminating tale to which he has made a definite and sworn statement The prosecution maintains that thlfl last admission sohes the Phagan case. It pins the crime conclusively to one of two sources Frank or the negro. One or the other will be proved at the coming trial the trial for which an entire state awaits with unprecedented eagerness a trial that will be based largely on the amazing result of a hunch a pure simple hunch one of the many frailties that affect us all. But a frailty few of us can resist A frailty which Harry Scott In ft night of fancy analyzes thusly "The God of Good Luck's Gift A whisper of the conscience To work a wonder with. bile history. The ride ha been celebrated throughout the Carolina by Colonel Al Falrbrother's "Ride- of Paul Revere. Jr. In 1906 through a special concession cf the Atlantic Refining company he became agent tor the Reo motor cars as a side Issue. Almoet over-nlg-ht tve became tha greatelt auto sales agent In southern auto history. In 1908 he tur'ned down a salary of $12,000 a year and made his first contract for the sale of fifty cars during the season of 1908-9. Since that time Mr. Hopkins haa sold SSt automobiles In southern terrltory.'lnvolv- ing a net cash transaction of $5,000.000. At the same time Mr. Hopkins has taken a leading part In the building up of many other southern industries. He was one of the half-dozen -men who brought together the three bis North Can Una Insurance companies and merged them into one strong And 'Successful organization. He is heart- ly Interested In banking and cotton mills and owns thousands of Mref of farm land In south Georgia. In Atlanta where he recently pnrch J d F. L. Seely's palatial horn on Peachtree road he is inttrested in bank- Ing real estate life Insurance cotton and other enterprises. He Is also heavily interested In California oil fields. He took up th aeroplane Just as he took up the automobile formed an aviation exhibition company two years agx purchased the first- Curtis biplane ever sold to an Individual and directed svcfessful exhibitions In all parts of the country and If aviation ev-'er attains a practical and commercial basis Llndsey Hopkins will have a hand In It. While In appearance and achieve ment a t pleal example of the ue- cef f ul and intensely modern business man Mr. Hopkins Is living refutation of the popular belief Indulged in by so many people who have not mada money that a man who achieves material success must do It at the ex pense of blunting his finer senslbtn. ties and hlg power to enjoy things that are 'ruly great and beautiful. Judging by Appearances. j No the shoe Is on the wrong foot-absolutely on the wrong foot. I The speaker was Senator Oronna. 1 I North Dakota. He was arguing t i Iff clause relates The St Louli Olbh'efi j Democrat i "Yes he continued "onfljl are as mistaken In this matteras tho little lady from the middle wesVwhp on her return from a winter "on th j j nivlera was recounting to a friendth S. delights of Nice. 'And did you vlaH.Montt her friend asked. i "No I didn't h replied. t called on him though. But fudging jfrom pop's aisappolnua IwH jrfc'n got bo.cK to ttie hoteU I guesa Mbn must have been out" 1t.r' .f.--r.- 'C-.i. i \Iof' -I'i J JU 'i l' 't .H' .AR'n.y' S' 'O' T'T'TH. "U' N' 3 11.J' R.illJ QT T TG. .i' 'rn1 yt t. 4 WlU n. \4 -W.El. 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