The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-12-14


THAT is no concern of yours. You are
impairment
''Well, sir, the question is pertinent
as the lawyers say-and the answer con-
Germs you, whether it does me or not.
You and Ravelli quarreled about the
girl"
1.-The Young lady shall not be dragged
into this. She wasn't responsible for
what happened between Ravelli and me-"
what did happen between you and
Ravelli?'
The two men stood close to and facing
each other. The eyes of the detective
glared gloatingly at an upward angle
into the pale, but still firm face of the
taller Gerald. and then dropped slowly,
until they became fixed ON red stain OH
the sleeve of the others coat. Did he
possess the animal scent of bloodhound?
''What is that" he sharply asked. He
seized the arm and sInelt of the spotted
fabric. sit is Blood Let me see your
knife
Quite mechanically Gerald thrust one
hand into his trousers pocket and
brought out the knife which he had
taken from RavelG, whose blood was on
it vet.
The storm was overhead. A first peal
of thunder broke loudly 1t came at the
instant when Gerald Heath was aghast
with the revelation of his awful jeopardy
at the instant Of his exposure as a
murderer. 1t impressed them and him
with shock of something supernatural.
The reverberation rumbied into silence,
which was broken by O'Reagan.
''There'n be no need to catch Eph,"
he said in tone of professional glee.
"This man is the murderer. .
Again thunder rolled and rumbled
angrily above Overlook, and the party
stood aghast in the presence of the man
dead and the man condemned.
Bring him to the telegraph station"
O'Reagan commanded.
Nobody disputed the detectives meth
dds now-not even Gerald, and prison
er as completely as though manacled.
although not touched by any one, he
went with the rest.
Mary Warmer had taken down the
tarpaulin front of her shed when the
men approached. In the ordinary course
of her early morning doings she would
wait an hour to dispatch and receive the
first kilograms of the day, and then go
to breakfast alone at the table where the
engineers and overseers would by that
time have had their meal She was as
tonished to see nearly the whole popula-
ton of Overlook crowd around her quar-
tiers, while few entered. But she went
quickly behind the desk and took her
place on the stool. The soberness of the
faces impressed her, but nothing indi-
Gated that Gerald was IN custody, and
her quick thought was that some dis
aster made it necessary to use the wire
importantly.
II wish to send message" said
O'Reagan, stepping forward.
The eyes of the girl rested on him in
quiringly. and he palp&bly finched. but
as obviously nerved himself to proceed,
and when he spoke again the Irish accent
became more pronounced to hear, al
though not sufficiently to be shown in
the printed words: Il viii dictate it
slowly, so that you can transmit it as l
speak. Are you ready"
Marys fingers were on the key and her
bright, alert face was an answer to the
query.
TO Henry Deckerman, president, > the
detective slowly said, waiting for the
clicks of the instrument to put his Ian
guage on the wire; Tonic Ravelli, a
sub-contractor here, was murdered last
night
Mary's hand slid away from the key
after sending that. and the always faint
tint in her cheeks faded out and her
eyes fickered up in scared way to the
stern faces in front of it. The shock of
the news that man had been slain, and
} That he was man who only the pre-
; vious day had protfered his love to her,
was for moment disabling. But
the habit of her employment controlled
her and she awaited the further dicta-
ton.
His body was found this morning in
the furnace of the steam boiler" O'Rea-
gan resumed deliberately. where ii
: had evidently been placed in vain at
tempt to destroy it,
a shudder went through Mary, and
she convulsiyely wrung her small hands
together, as though to timber them from
cramp But her fingers went back tc
the key.
THE murderer has been discovered,
; the detective slowly continued, and the
operator kept along with his utterance
word by word. ''He killed Ravelli fol-
revenge. 1t was a love affair" Here
, the girl grew whittier still, and the clicks
, became very slow, but they did not
f, cease. O'Reagans voice was cold and
. ruthless. The motive of the murderer
t was revenge. His name was Gerald
: Heath"
All but the name flashed off on the
wire. Mary WARMERS power to stil
] the key stopped at that. She did no
g faint. She did not make any outcry
Y For moment she looked as though tn,
soul had gone out of her body, leaving ;
: corpse sitting there. A grievous wall o
J. wind came through the trees, and /;
: streak Of lightning zigzagged down thu
y blue clouded sky.
f $50 on, said O'Reagan.
: Il will not" was the determined re
] Spouse.
e "Why not:"
r Because it is not so. Gerald Heat
d never murdered Ravelli."
Gerald had stood motionless and silert
o Now he gave way to an impulse as re
markable as his previous composure hat
been singular. If there had been stag