The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-10-04
'Ah, twenty eight years ago."

young man had entered upon his second
career as man OF fashion, as Cathcart
it, the old detective made his appear
ance at Dorison's rooms. 1t was early in
the morning before the young man was
out Of bed. He pushed himself into the
sleeping room and sat himself upon the bed
as he talked.
Il have found out who transferred by
deed that house in Sixteenth street to Mrs.
Parish" he said without preface. after
search which carried me to Buffalo, l
found that the man had been dead a year.
have made diligent search for Mr.. Parish,
and have not found person who ever
heard ef him. l have, however, licked up
great many trifies which will in time, no
doubt, be Of value. I have been hopipg TO
ind starting place for you"
u thought you had abandoned me to my
fate as fashionable rounder,n said the
young man lightly.
NO" replied Cathoart, seriously But
want to make systematic study Of
hands"
"Of what said Dorison, perplexed by
the seeming irrelevancy of the remark.
"a study of the hands of the young men
OF your acquaintance. You must, as l have
indicated before, look high and low for such
hand as have described to you.'
ana nndlng such hand arrest the
BODY to which 1t is attached l supposed"
mo; inform me. Find his name, occu-
patton and surroundings"
An. an easy matter surely when you've
caught your bird"
Here" continued the detective, taking
out well-flled wallet and extracting a
paper from 1t. sis complete list of all
places where they make gloves to order
Y GU must visit each place and order gloves
for yourself, and while doing so get up a
talk on the popularity of hands that glove
makers mEet VITA, and perhaps YOU may
stumble upon the maker of the glove |
have told you about"
That ought to be easy"
"Now, don't go too fast" said Cathoart
warningi ". III is by no means as easy as
you think-that is, to do it without arous-
ing suspicion. People do not like deteo-
tlves except in books, and if you give them
reason to suspect J GU to be one, you will
ind the bars up against you. Again, you
are liable to direct The atten ton of the
police TO yourself, and particularly desire
to avoid that. Now one word more and
Im off. want you to meet me at police
headquarters at eleven precisely this morn
ing. Not before that hour, because don't
want those fellows to get at you as they
will be sure to do; not after that hour, for
l don't want to wait a moment"
with this he was gone. Dorison con-
suited his watch and found he would have
barely time to dress and breakfast So he
hurried into his bath.
at eleven, as he turned into Mulberry
street from Blocker he saw Cathcart ap-
preaching from H uston. They met at
the foot of the steps of the police head
! quarters.
"One moment before we enter" said
Cathcart. Answer no leading question
except by evasion. l want you here TO
make study of that glove. If you have
| the Sigh est aptitude for this business,
a ny Nir,of - 10
can gain an intelligent knowledge of the
character of the hand you are to seek. And
let me tell you there is as much character
In hand as In face. Impress it on your
memory, burn it in, and when you have
fastened 1t on your mind, turn to me and
say, NO, never saw this glove. do not
recognize it Do you understand"
Assuring the old man that he did, Dorison
followed him into the building and into the
office of the detective we have twice met
before IN the course OF our narrative. The
detective himself was seated In his office
chair, his feet stretched out, his hands in his
pockets, his chin on his ureast and his face
wearing gloomy, perplexed expression.
AS he perceived his visitor he frightened
up and rose to greet Cathcart.
"Ah," he said, II am glad you have come
| was this moment desiring to see you
Have you anything new2"
nave something to say to yoJ," replied
! Catheart gravely. but first l want nv
friend Dudley to see that glove we found
Inc detective, who had not greeted
Dorlson, though he had recognized him.
| now addressed salutation to him. and
! bending over his desk moved newspaper
revealing the glove under a glass. still on
the little fan on which it had been placed
Cathcart took it, and, moving the glass
! handed 1t to Dorison, who carried it to the
light. He expended five minutes in it's ex-
animation. Turning, he handed it back to
Cathcart with the words the old detective
babe him utter.
Another disappointment" quietly re-
marked the old man as he turned to 20
He was detained by the captain.
Il thought you had something to say to
me- he said.
Yes" replied Cathcart. Excuse me,
Mr.. Dudley"
Taking this as an intimation to remove
himself as far as possible, Dorison took a
seat near the door. Cathcart and the can
tain talked in whispers.
What is it?" asked the captain. "Wbst
did you bring him here for."
"a bare chance" replied Cathcart; che
talked to me of mau with a long thumb.
and l brought him here TO see if he could
recognize IL. He does not know the mean
ing OF his visit"
The captain closely examined the face of
|
was inscrutable.
Now what have you to tell met" asked
the captain.
"Only as to what have been at work on
Nothing as to what l have found. for il ia
nothing. From her minister have found
there was some strange or wrong event in
Mrs. E'arish's life, but what cannot even
guess at. l have found out who decided the
house TO her only to lind him dead In short
| have been looking into her enteced ants
without result. No one knows whore she
came from or what she was prior to turning
up in Sixteenth street twenty years ago. ,
Your experience is not unlike my own.
You are discouraged them"
mo. If were at the beginning of nv
career, say thirty five years aRo-I
should throw up my hands. AS it is. feel
IS though the real search has only be-
gun"
oh" said the captain, with his peculiar
smile, 'what is your plau?"
ITO tramp around until knock against
something that will give me a suggestion.
"Well," said the captain, after mo
ments hesitation, here is one thing. Mrs.
Parish had q son who was wild and IN
manageable, and left home when he was
eighteen to go into the West. He gave his
mother much trouble"
"Ah, where did you get thatr'
"By accident. An old carpenter. WIN
used to do odd jobs for Mrs. Parish, blew
in here day or two after the murder with
that single bit of information''
A., Name and address," demanded Cath
cart, pulling out his memorandum book.
The captain gave it, and it was duly en-
| tered.
'It is not much,'' said Cathcart as he mn.
up his book. 81 have heard of the SON, but
the minister believed him dead from the
way the mother referred to him. What
else have you heards'
Nothing" returned the captain; 81
have been travelling over the same ground
you have, and with like result. But az a