The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-03-05

which,, she threw herself into Phile
mon arms and wept, while he, poo
faithful fellow, looked as distressed a
if he had brought news of failure in
stead OF triumphant success. l sup
pose she thought of her buried children
and what the money would have beer
to her If they had lived; but she di,
not speak of them, nor am l quite sur
they were in her thoughts when, afte
! the first excitement was over, she drew
I back and said quietly, but in a tone o
strong feeling. to Philemon: You mean
me happy surprise, and it shall b.
so. Philemon. This is heart money; w
VIII use IT to make our townsfon
happy | saw him glance at her dress
which was a purple calico. remembe
it because of that look and because o
| the sad smile with which she followed
| his glance. Can we not afford now,
he ventured, a little show of luxury o.
! at least ribbon or so for this beau
| tiful throat of yours? She did not an
swer him; but her look had a rare com
passion in 1t, compassion, strange Il
\ say. that seemed to be expended upoI
him rather than upon herself. Phfle
mon swallowed his disappointment
| Agatha is right he said to me. we
do not need luxury. I do not know
how so far forgot myself as TO men.
| ton it That was ten years ago, ant
every day since then her property has
| increased. l did not know then, anC
l do not know now, why they were b0tF
so anxious that all knowledge of theil
good fortune should be kept from those
about them; but that it was to be 81
kept was made very evident to me; and
Notwithstanding all temptations to the
contrary, l have refrained from utter
ing a word likely to give away theiR
| secret. The money. which to all ap-
pearance was the cause of her tragic
and untimely death, was interest money
which l was delegated to deliver her. ]
took it to her day before yesterday
and it was all in crisp new notes, some
of them POS. but most Of them los and
IS. l am free to say there was not
such another roll of fresh money in
town.
Warn all shopkeepers to keep a
lookout of the money they receive, "
was DR.. Talbot's comment to the com
stable. Fresh $40 and $50 bills are not
any too common in this, town. And now
about her will. Did you draw that up,
Harvey"
mo. 1 did not know she had made
one. | often spoke to her about the
advisability OF her doing so, but she
always put me off. And now it seems
that she had it drawn up in Boston.
Could not trust her old friend with
too many secrets. l suppose"
80 you don't know how her money
has been left?''
No more than you do.
Here an interruption occurred. The
door opened and slim young man,
wearing spectacles, came in. At sight
of him they all rose.
'Well?" eagerly inquired Dr. Talbot
Nothing new" answered the young
man, with a consequential air. THE
elder woman died from loss of blood
consequent upon a GLOW given by a
small, three-sided, slender blade; the
younger from a stroke of apoplexy, in
duced by fright
Good! l am glad to hear my in
stincts were not at fault. Loss of
blood, Ell? Death, then, was not in
stantaneous?"
mo"
"Strange!" fell from the lips of his
two listeners. She lived, yet gave no
alarm"
None that was heard" suggested the
young doctor, who was from another
town.
"Or, if heard, reached no ears, but
Philemon's," observed the constable.
Something must have taken him up
stairs
u am not so sure" said the coroner,
that Philemon is not answerable for
the whole crime, Notwithstanding our
failure to find the missing money any
where in the house. How else account
for the resignation with which she evil
IDENTIFY met her death. Had a stranger
struck her, Agatha Webb would have
struggled. There is no sign OF struggle
in the room.
.'She would have struggled against
Philemon had she had strength to
struggle. l think she was asleep when
she was struck"
"Ah. and was not standing by the
table. How about the blood there,
then"
Shook from the1nurderer' fingers in
fright or disgust"
There was no blood on Philemon's
fingers. No; he wiped them on his
sleeve"
IF he was the one to use the dagger
against her where is the dagger? Should
we not be able to find. it somewhere
about the premises"
He may have buried it outside.
Crazy men are systematically cum
ming"
when you can produce it from any
place inside that board fence. 1 will
consider your theory. At present l.
limit my suspicious to Philemon to the
half unconscious attentions which a
man of disordered intellect might give
a wife bleeding and dying under his
eyes. My idea on the subject isl
Would you be so kind as not to give
utterance to your ideas until 1 have
been able to form some for myself"
voice from the doorway.
AS this voice was unexpected they all
turned. A small man with sleek dark
hair and expressionless features stood
before them. Behind him was Abel,
a handbag and umbrella.
THE detective from Boston, an
the latter. Coroner Talbot
rose.
You are in good time" he remarked.
1--WE have work of no ordinary nature
for you"
The man failed to look interested.
But then his countenance was not one
to show emotion.
My name is Knapp" said he. II
have had my supper, and am ready to
go to work. l have read the news
papers; all l want now are any addi- |
tional facts that have come to light !
since the Geographic dispatches were |
sent to Boston. Facts, mind you, not |
theories. l never allow myself to be |
hampered by other persons theories"
Not liking his manner, which was |
brusque and too self-important for a |
man of such insignificant appearance, |
Coroner Talbot referred him to Mr.. |
Fenton, who Immediately PROCEEDED to !
give him the result of such investiga- |
ions as he and his men had been able |
% make; which done, Mr.. Knapp put on |
his hat and turned towards the door.
L will go to the house and see for |
myself what there is to see there said !
he. May ] ask the privilege of going |
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Abel here will see that l am given adj
nittance.
Show me your credentials" said the
coroner. He did so. "They seem all |
light and you should be a man who
his business. Go alone. if |