
A. S. Colyar, who figures in the dictograph sensation. Records show he has been confined in two insane asylums and numerous prisons. His operations are alleged to extend from New York to Mexico. He is a member of a prominent Tennessee family.
Another in our series of new transcriptions of contemporary articles on the Leo Frank case.
Atlanta Georgian
Saturday, May 24th, 1913
The following conversation occurred in room No. 31, at Williams House No. 2, 34-36 N. Forsyth Street, Atlanta, Ga., Wednesday evening, between 8 and 9 o’clock, between C. C. Jones, E. O. Miles and A. S. Colyar:
Colyar—It has been very warm to-day, hasn’t it?
Miles—Yes, it has. I asked Mr. Felder if you mentioned Mr. Jones’ name to him and he said no.
Colyar—He told me Monday night that Mr. Jones was a friend of his and he thought it an outrage the way they had done him.
Miles—You know I asked you this afternoon why you wanted to see Mr. Jones.
Colyar—If you don’t want to talk, that’s all right.
Jones—In what way?
Colyar—Tom told me they did you pretty dirty down here at the station house.
Jones—Yes. They closed up the houses I had. I had a lot of property.
Colyar—He told me they framed up on you.
Jones—There is no doubt but what it was a frame-up.
Colyar—Tom told me he would like to see the gang out of business.
Jones—The record now is (voice very indistinct just then). They never grafted me. Wouldn’t be any use for me to give them any money.
Miles—You told me you wanted to see Jones. It is not a question of lack of confidence, as what I told you was true as far as I know, but if he knows anything at all about it, I don’t know just what it is.
Jones—I don’t know anything. I just told them to go ahead and build them houses and move them across the street. Even some of them went and paid for them. Three or four days before they closed the houses, the Chief of the City of Atlanta —— —— —— that it would never do to close this district and I was surprised one morning by a telephone message from someone at No. 18, that the Chief had given five or six days notice to get out, I don’t remember which, and I never even went to the trouble to go out to this man to ask him what he meant, as I could not figure it out to save my life what he meant. That is all that I know of. I found out what he was doing. I understand that Jackson was holding conversation with him anywhere from one to three times a day. Continue Reading →