The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-09-27

promptly, and congratulating hims self over
his narrow escape. Dorison attempted to
lead their conversation back to the subject
of the evening previous, but there was an
other interruption.
A short, stout, elderly man entered,
whom Dorison at once recognized as the
OLD man who had pushed his way into the
room of the murder, with both hands in
his vest pockets, the night previous, and
who had done not little toward directing
suspicion toward himself.
AS he entered Mr.. Nettleman cried out
locuiarly: Hello, Simon the Cellarer !!
Come here and sit.''
The old man crossed the room with con-
torted face, which required the aid of i'm
agination to recognize smile.
AS he sat down Mr.. Nettleman in high
spirits said, turning TO Dorison:
my young sir, want you to know this
man. He is my cousin, who was brought
up with me. Simon Cathcart. / call him
Simon the Cellarer. Did you ever hear of
Vidocql There he is. Only greater one.
He's ferret-s ferret, SIR"
The old gentleman leaned back in his
chair greatly amused over his own wit and
the perplexed face of Dorison.
All the time the sharp little eyes of the
newcomer were keenly .scrutinizing Dori-
son.
MY cousin" he said slowly, sis very
funny man. He thinks it very funny that
|, who have spent my life as detective in
the west, having accumulated enough
money to make me independent at least.
having nothing in the world to do, follow
from interest occasionally my old business.
Well, | don't object. get even with him,
for he has to look after my investments for
the privilege Of being funny at my e1-
pense. 1t was you,' he continued, break
ing on suddenly into new subject, who
brought me here this morning.
u, T" cried Dorison in surprise.
es. When you were giving an account
OF yourself last night, Cousin Nettleman
was mentioned as having talked with you,
and came down to see what he knew
about you.''
you don't suppose me to be connected
with the murder, do youl" asked Dorison,
amused by the directness of the old man.
mo. l know you are not. But, young
man, you are not a good actor. ANY one
could see you were concealing something.
The man who examined you saw it at once
You are an object of suspicion. You are
Swallowed now.'
"Mea Swallowed! How do you known
81 do know it, and that is enough" said
the old man positively.
All" cried Mr.. Nettleman enthusiastic
ally, this Is the very man to help US.
Simon, do you recollect the day we went
down to Coney island last summer, when l
told you at dinner that strange thing about
my old friend Dorison?"
Perfectly well.''
And how he was found dead with let
ter written before himl"
Yes, charging his own son with certain
crimes"
''The same. And you recollect I said 1
believed the son to be innocentp"
Eyes. You said that the letter was to
be- accounted for on one of two grounds
Either MIR. Dorison was insane, or that if
he had been permitted to finish his letter 1t
would have been found he did not charge
his son with those things"
Precisely"
And l told YOU that If you had stated
correctly the words of the letter, the Sec
ond ground fell and you'd have to stand on
the first. And l further said that it would
be pretty case TO work up.''
Precisely. Well, this young man is the
son."
There was no expression on the old mans
face as he turned it upon Dorison, but his
eyes showed greater interest.
You gave the name Of Dudley last
night?" he said.
Yes, replied Dorison. "That is what I
was concealing. After my trouble, and
when fed the city, changed my name"
81 see.''
''Now," said Mr.. Nettleman. briskly and
quite excitedly, AZ recognized him last
night by trick he has of handling his
cigar precisely as his father did, besides
his strong resemblance, so l sought him 4
conversation. More than that, l have
promised to aid him in trying to get at the
bottom Of this mystery. Simon, will you
assistli
Yes. It's pretty case, and it will
please me to unravel 1t If ] can"
Much agitated and not little moved by
hn ont hr,uf chn,r Ill,
viction evinced by Mr.. Nettleman that he
was innocent he failed to notice the mar
ner in which Cathcart had taken the case
TO himself and quietly assumed that he only
could unravel it. He got up from his chair
TO walk about to quiet himself. AS he did
so he thrust his hand in his pocket and felt
the portrait and ring.
You say" he said earnestly to Mr..
Cathcart, that you saw l was irving to
conceal something last night was. Some
thing had occurred between the time of
my entering and my admittance of the no
ice which did not speak (Which was
concealing."
"Ahp' said the ex-detective, interested
at one.
Dorison took the portrait from his pocket
and handed 1t to Mr.. Nettleman, saying:
"Do you know that picture!'
do l know itl Why, of course do. 1t
thirty years ago. And a very good picture
it is. Do know it! Yes, indeed, and |
can tell you who tool. it. Fredericks did.
l was with your father when it was taken
He had two, one of which he gave to me.
Where did you get this onel
Without replying, Dorison took from his
pocket the seal ring.
Do you recognize this?"
Much astonished, Nettlemau took tbe
-i,, in hi1 h,r, md
Il gave that ring to your father.n he
said, ''the day before he was married. He
gave half dozen of his young friends a
dinner that day, and we each made him a
little present. This was mine.n
He handed it back. The ex-detective
was an interested observer.
Dorison now asked Nettleman whether
he had any letters or documents in his
fathers handwriting.
II ought to have plenty of his letters
Let me see. l did all his insurance for
years. l gave up that business in eighteen
hundred and stxty-one. Let me look az
my eighteen hundred and sixty box. You
are younger than am, take that step-ladder
and hand me from that upper shelf the bor
with 1860 on it.'
Dorison did as he was requested and
brought the box to the old man, who, open
ing 1t, ran over its contents and finally
picked out letter or two.
Dorison handed him the two fragments
of paper, saying;
"Please compare the handwriting on
those two fragments of paper with nv
fathers letters and tell me what Won
think"
The old gentleman, much excited, did so
and exclaimed:
at is the same There can be no doubt
about it."
Dorison, reaching out his hand, recovered
the two fragments of paper, and turning to
Mr.. Cathcart said:
sI asst night "a Won know 7 raocbed ~,