s nothing in his physical make-up that would brand him as
such.

Police Chief John T. Janssen, student of human nature, penetratingly
studied and measured the man's features for hours during examinations,
and arrived at the conclusion that the man was suffering from a
condition of mind known as paranoia, pronounced the most dangerous form
of insanity.

This mental disease makes a man a monomaniac. He is perfectly sane,
except upon one subject, which controls him and pushes him forward,
even in some cases, to murder.

In telling of his crime, there was nothing defiant about Schrank. He
displayed no bravado. He told everything in a frank tone of voice--too
frank, almost, as it raised the suspicion that probably Schrank was not
a mad man.

There is nothing about him that would cause any passer-by to glance at
Schrank twice. And his face is the most uninteresting part of him.

His face is fat and round--moon-shaped. His eyes are placed wide apart,
but this effect is lost through ptosis, a species of paralysis of the
eyelids, which gives the eyes a half closed appearance, and is
responsible for the sleepy look in his face. It affects one eye more
than the other and is responsible for that squint which has been
designated as "a murderous squint" by sensationalists.

His nose is rather large and prominent. Continued application of the
handkerchief has caused it to turn almost sharply to the left.

His weak mouth finishes off what would otherwise be a fairly good face.
Cover mouth and chin and one will say that he has the strong face of
the ordinary American workingman. His lips, for the most part, are
closed, but in an irregular line, giving the idea that his jaws are
hanging loosely.

Altogether, he is not a repulsive looking man. Merely a weak looking
man. Laughs and grins come readily during his conversations.

The only remarkable feature about him is his knowledge of American
history and politics. He is able to talk intelligently upon modern
political questions, showing that he is a great reader along these
lines.

The more one looks at him and studies him, the more one wonders what it
is that could have pressed him forward to commit such a deed.

Nothing explains his weak character more than his hesitancy to fire the
shot at Chattanooga. He had traveled miles to do it, and at the last
minute his courage oozed out. The same thing happened in Chicago. He
stood at Hotel La Salle with murder in his heart, but he