The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-12-06

at him all the time with his right. Nat
urally, the pockets revealed nothing
more dangerous than a match safe and
a pocket knife. GOodenOugh had kept
his arms stretched straight up all the
time with the most earnest spirit of
cooperation.
Yes, you are only a fool, 1 think, -
the other remarked, when he had salts
fed himself as to the contents of the
others pockets. Even that unflattering
remark may have to be qualified when
1 hear your exclamation. If you are
not criminally involved in this attempt
on my life, should suppose you would
be as eager to make it as am to hear
it. Where did you get that scarf-pin? p"
he asked suddenly.
That" replied Goodenough, sarcas-
tically-he was getting his wind now
was given me by your wife through
gratitude for my kindness in restoring
the box of documents so necessary to
you as executor of this great estate.
Her life's happiness depended on my
its absence and putting it just where
you had left it..
"Olgar' exclaimed the young man,
nodding his head. II was sure it was
she. 1 am not surprised that she fooled
you. l must already apologize for
quoting you so literally against your
self. Come into the other room and
let me hear how she worked her little
game. What a woman"
I certainly want to tell YOU the
whole thing and YOU can doubtless
throw some light on my dark end of the
story" re3lied Goodeonugh, as he fol-
lowed his host, who had pocketed his
pistol and preceded him into the sit
ting room.
The young man poured brandy and
soda into two long glasses, and pre-
scented one to Goodenough, who ac-
cepted it with alacrity and took a big
draught from it. The young man, who
had not lost his sang froid throughout,
was now the debonair host, as much
at ease as if he were entertaining an
agreeable and habitual evening caller.
He pushed tray of Russian cigarettes
as large as ones little finger toward
his guest and. having lit one himself,
listened most attentivelv, without in
terrupting him once, while Goodenough
who began by giving his full name
and address, recounted the whole story
of his connection with the box
Il can hardly blame you" he said
when Goodenough was through You
were simply too Quixotically kind to
fascinating and helpless woman. It
was a manly instinct. generously
obeyed. A clever woman, that. She
must have made up most of her story
while she was with you in the cab. Ev-
erythipg. yourself included. played into
her hand. The story, under the cir
cumstances. was plausible enough. If
she had not got you to do it, she would
have got some one else or have done it
herself. So don't feel too badly over il.
No harm has been DONE
THAT dark man with her is undoubt-
eddy one of those Russian Nihilists who
are skilled in making explosives and
Internal machines. 1t was an excellent
brand he selected on this occasion. And
the devilish craftiness of making the
little box so that it would run along on
its own legs All it wanted was a start
in life. If it had dropped from the
top of the bed to the floor. as it GER
tainly would have done had you not
called, the Internal thing would have
exploded without a doubt 1t made
quite nice hole in the street and dam
aged plenty of windows. The police
will probably be up here soon to know
if we can give any information about
it; / suppose you will allow the whole
truth to come out. The cabman Will
probably tell what he knows. although
I'm not sure how far he was in him
self. These Nihilists are wonderful be-
ings. ] fancy it was consideration for
me more than for you that made her
select rubber-tired cab and order the