The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-10-12

just gone out danced before him In irritat-
ing suggestiveness, just eluding the grasp
of his tantalized memory.
"Where did I see him before?" he
thought, and then, like mirage, the scene
reflected in the mirror Of the Wagner
drawing room car two months previous
flashed before the minds eye of Harry
Henshall.
He arose and dashed out of the hall.
In the crowds of people hurrying to and
fro in every direction it was impossible to
tell whittier the man had gone.
He hailed cab, hurried to his studio,
made careful sketch of the face he had
just seen, and carried it to the private de-
tectiye who was renowned for his skill.
This man saw so out of Chickering
hall half an hour ago." he said. Find his
address for me and l will pay your price"
1t was a few days over "a month later
when he received :. telegram in Boston,
whittier he had gone the day previous,
which said:
sIIave found name and number Come
home"
81 saw the original of this sketch day
before yesterday. driving in q carriage"
explained the detective on Henshall's ar
rival. Il followed and saw him enter No.
g. West Thirty-cighth street then fol-
lowed the driver to the stables, and learned
that the carriage had been rented some
three months before by family named
Crawford, of the number and street men
toned"
When Mr.. Henry Henshall presented
himself before the jauitor of No. 3 West
Thirty-eighth street to make inquiries con
corning a family named Crawford, he was
informed that they took their departure
early that morning and left no address.
'"rhey leased these furnished apartments
for three months" the janitor explained,
"and the time would not expire until next
week some time, but they left today"
perhaps they gave their address to
some of the other occupants of the build
ing" suggested Mr.. Henshall. May in
ouire2"
But the inquiries elected nothing from
the other people in the house.
No one had ever exchanged word with
the family. The woman opposite volun-
teered the opinion that they were set OF
cranks, and no better than they ought to
be, in her opinion.
"A rich old man, queer woman, a fel-
low with an evil eye and crazy girl who
played the fiddle at o'clock at night were
net pleasant sort of folks to live opposite -
she said, and she was glad enough they
mad gone, and she had no desire to know
where they were.
With these words she slammed the oo1
in Mr. Henshall's eager face.
That evening woman whose garments
+I,o +,1,1 81,
her face bore to past beauty called on the
janitor of No. 8 West Thirty-eighth
street to make inquiries concerning a man
by the name of Dr.. Henshaw
mo such man liyin' here, miss" re
piled the janitor, with that air of impor
tance peculiar to the freedom of one who
feels the newness and greatness of response
BILE duties. "The only doctor ever bin roun
yeah in my day is DR.. Watson, and he's
dun gone today"
did he go alone" asked the lady
quickly.
"No, the whole family dun gone, too
Mister Crawford, Miss Crawford and Miss
Brown"
| A steel blue light flashed from the once
beautiful eyes of the faded blonde.
'.And he left no address?' she asked oui
city.
'Not any, miss. Gen'm here today
lookin' for the same parties, but nobody
/ knows nothin' about them"
The LADY turned and walked away.
Every well, Dr. Watson" she muttered
under her breath, 81 shall know who tc
search for now, and if you are on thi:
earth my vengeance will yet find you"