Lummie Jenkins was a legendary sheriff in the county for many years. From 1939 into the late 60s or early 70s.

" He had become something of a legend among law enforcement officers. When their methods failed, they turned to him for help.
Like the postal inspector who brought him a man from Birmingham, The prisoner was suspected of robbing country stores in the days when these places housed post offices along with their racks of seed, hardware and cheap clothing.
Despite two days of questioning, the postal inspector couldn�t get any information from the suspect, who repeatedly requested a lawyer.
�So he called me,� Jenkins said of the inspector, �and told me he was going to bring a prisoner down he wanted me to question for him.
�So I said, �Bring him on,� � Jenkins chortled.
The suspect was brought to Camden in handcuffs and leg irons. Jenkins thought he looked tough.
�Well, I carried him into the jail. I had them take all that stuff off him. Lil� ol� jail room in the office by the jail. And I sat him down.
�Instead of questioning him, asking anything to him, I got my tablet and pencil out and my watch and I felt his pulse beat. And I�d write something down.
�Then I made him unbutton his shirt and I got down and listened to his heart beat. Got right up close to him. So I�d write something else down. I still hadn�t said anything.
�I measured him, up against the wall, like I was measuring him for a coffin or something. Both ways. Sit him back down.
�I�d look at his eyelids. I�d look in his ear. And still not saying anything to him.
�See, I didn�t have on a uniform, just in my shirt sleeves.
�After I got though with all the monkey motions I thought I could do, I sat back and looked at him. And directly, I said, �Now I know everything you have done in the last three months.�
�He looked at me and said, �I reckon you do. You�re one of those mind readers.�
�I said, �That�s right. Now I want these fellows to come in and you tell them everything about your activities.
�And he did. He said, �Ain�t no need in lying about it, this man already knows I did it.� He confessed three or four places.�
Jenkins laughed again at the memory, the audacity of it all.
�You got to figure out your man,� he concluded. �Look at him, figure out what to do to get him to tell you what you want.
�And � it worked.�