AP Wit*photJBRITISH JOURNALIST SANDY FAWKES. . .writes of friendship with suspectBritishgirlrodewithEDITOR S NOTE: Sandy Fawkes, a journalist with the London Daily Express, has been traveling in the United States. Twelve days ago she met Paul John Knowles in Atlanta and traveled with him to Florida without knowing that he was wanted for questioning in up to 12 slayings. She wrote the following account for The Atlanta Constitution.By SANDY FAWKES For The ConstitutionATLANTA (AP) — He was tall, fair and handsome, with the immaculate manner of the comfortably rich American We had met in a bar in Atlanta and he had offered to show me the city. After a romantic evening he suggested we drive down to Miami, where he was going to see his lawyer and I was to visit friends.It seemed like a good way of spending a few days and seeing a bit of America, so I invitedhim to pick me up at my hotel th*» toMovnn*day.How could I have possibly known that thosestrange hands, the hands that would carry my suitcases, fasten my seatbelt, catch a mosquito hawk (dragon fly) in my room andcarry it tenderly to freedom, had onlv three days before strangled and trussed a 15-year-old girl, police said, and reportedly stabbed her father to death, plunging scissors into him 27 times?The man I knew as Darrel Golden wasreally a wanted criminal.(The man she identified as Golden is believed to be Paul John Knowles, 28, a Florida parolee charged with murder in two Georgia slayings and wanted for questioning in several other slayings. He is being held inthe Bibb County jail in Macon while authorities search for a missing Florida highway patrolman and a Delaware businessman thought to have been taken hostage by Knowles last week )My spine still cramps with fear when I remember the jokes I made about what a risk I was taking, setting off on a journey with a stranger. Now I feel it was those jokes andmy sense of humor that kept me alive.We drove through the autumn countryside of Georgia keeping a careful eye out for traffic cops.As we neared Jacksonville, he said he was tired and asked me to drive. While I did so he put his head on my lap and went fast asleep.Only later did I discover that he had jumped parole from this section of Florida, and that the car that I was so thrilled to be driving had been reported stolen four months previously and that the owner has never been seen since.writerKnowlesRefuses to talkPaul John Knowles, shown after his capture Sunday, refuses to give any information concerning two missingmen. (See storv on Page 7.)When he awoke, I teased him gently about the conversation we had had the evening before. We had gone to the revolving bar at the top of the Regency Hotel in Atlanta andwatched the city move slowly around. It was romantic and we sat talking about ourselves in that intimate way complete strangers canFor a while he talked about his family, his father who owned a small chain of restaurants in New Mexico, his brothers and sisters and the mother he lovedIt was when he asked me as a journalist if Iwould write a book about him I began tothink, “Oh my God. I've got a right one(kook).' But I thought since I was drinking his drink, I would listen to him patiently.He then told me an extraordinary story of some secret in his life that could only be told after his death, which he expected couldcome any time. He did not expect to live ayear.He told me that the tapes with the details were deposited with his lawyer in Miami andthat they would make world headlines when(See British girl, Page 7)