The Leo Frank Case: Chapter 2 Of 22 - Inside Story of Georgia's Greatest Murder Mystery

⁣Three men from the Atlanta Police Department were released from the night shift just as Newt Lee told them it was time to leave to patrol the factory building. They turned to Decatur Street and freed themselves from the crowd of happy-smiling Negroes that had swarmed them a few hours earlier. The police found Boots in Boots Roger's car while he was leaning back in his chair for the rest of the day. In a cell at the back of the ward, early that night, black sobs were heard by police officers charged with disorderly conduct. The sergeant growled and pushed him off his back, brandishing the key. When the phone rang, Boot's deputy Rogers opened his mouth and began presenting the Grace case. W.T. Constable Anderson wondered who was calling at this hour. Tired, he got up, went to the phone booth door, and opened it. An important detail in this document is that Officers Anderson, Rogers, Dobbs and Brown are all officers of the National Pencil Factory on Forsyth Street. When Officer Anderson rushed out of the phone booth with the message, the sleepy officers jumped up and jumped into the car, waking the sleeping reporters. As the car approached the corner of Prior and Decatur Streets, they saw two men standing on the corner. The car slowed down and the four men got out. Officer Anderson banged on the door with his fists clenched, and Newt Lee's frightened face turned to them. They fired at him and entered the factory's dark entrance, with Lee in front and Anderson right behind him. The men held hands clutching revolvers and marched in single file to the water. Newt Lee led her down a ladder, pointing anxiously at something in the corner. Officers crouched to stare at the badly mutilated corpse of a girl with her head forward and her legs slanted to the right rear corner. Her face was covered with bruises and black stains, indicating the extent of her injuries. Her hair was ragged, the blue ribbon that tied it was withered and dirty, her lavender silk dress was covered in blood, the thick cords cut deep into her flesh and the fabric torn from her dress. I saw a gag. Her petticoat was torn to shreds, her suspender belt was cut off on one side, and her white stockings themselves were hanging almost to her knees. Sergeant Brown cocked his head back and gasped, "Oh my God, just a kid." As Sergeant Dobbs was examining the basement floor, someone was holding his breath and scribbling a rude letter. I found two dirty yellow papers. The officers read out the notes, one reading, "I love the girl who lies like a witch in the night," and another reading, "Mom, the black people I hired here did that." was written. When I went to fetch water, he pushed me to the ground. "That hole. What woke it up was a long, tall, black black man, a long, slim, tall black man. I write as I play. What was it? Did the man who wrote these notes commit this hellish act? Anderson suddenly turned to the guard and placed a rough hand on his shoulder. "Negro, you did it," he said hoarsely. ⁣Moments later Anderson was handcuffed to his wrists, and Newt Lee arrested for murder.