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Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1905-12-13
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match. 1t must have been the phOs-
phorus with which his system was
soaked. Fishes prowling in the Gulf
after dark produced the same ghost
" effect.
At length Mr.. T. Fligg came and
looked the pig over Mr. Fligg was
a genius. He could do most any
thing. When not otherwise en-
ployed, he took in butchering or
went out slaughtering by the day.
He built and smoked dozen brown
paper cigarettes, and finally said the
pig was ripe. Mrs. Rosey and the
kids, myself, the priest from across
the way, and the expressman wife
were present at the official inspec-
tiCn.
The news spread swiftly through
out the village. Mr.. Rosey's pig
was to perish in the morning, with
hints of head-cheese and sausage
on the side. That portion of Dope
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Rosy had just cause to feel annoyed.
DO not become blighted," l said
in cheering accents. You know the
sanguine temperament OF the South.
1t is never too late TO begin"
Ignoring my conservative attitude,
Mr.. Rosy, being hustler, went
ahead and built fire under the pot
that stood on three bricks. The
smoke sent wireless messages far
and wide, and the villagers came
and leaned up against things. Mr..
Rosy was too excited to provide
seats. Swell tourists from Michigan
and Iowa, who lived at the big hotel
among the live oaks, likewise butted
in, bringing children in Buster
Brown suits. Millionaires and NUTS
mingled freely in Mr.. Rosy's back
yard Death is, indeed, a great lev
ele..
All at once the busy Mr.. Rosy be-
came a cynoSure. He entertained
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that curved like scimeters, and the
bandy-legged coon was hooked up to
a sledge hammer He looked
dangerous and sanguinary PROPOSE
ton, all right Mr. Fligg opened the
gunny sack, held it high and poured
half a bushei OF knives into Mr..
Rosy's dishpan The kinds in Bus
ter Brown suits backed up and the
adults conversed on foreign topics.
Having thus introduced himself
with a thrill of horror. Mr.. Fligg
moved over TO the pen and looked
in. The coon and the hammer went
with him The fish-fed pig lay in his
puddle, wriggling in an aimIess fash
ion. Whether Rex had instigated
himself to be a porpoise or just
plain tarpon I am unable to say.
He did not seem to harbor and dire
forebodings., never saw a more
tranquil or serene swine, yet Mr..
Fligg had 10 show off some.
I'VE mustn't do nothing to excite
him. said the boss assassin. 1T
heats the blood and spiles the meat.
The proper time to kill a hog IS
when ne is cam"
do you want me to sing to him"
inquired Mr.. Rosy. cor shall pat
him on the head once?"
"A little feed should cam him for
a while" the butcher replied in
subdued voice Mr. Fligg's manner
was less plausible than before.
A small measure OF shelled corn
was poured into the pen, and Rex
got up to assimilate the food merely
in the line of duty he owed society.
The coon with the hammer climbed
in and stalked the pig from behind.
It was a pretty piece of work. Inch
by inch he edged along, raising the
hammer by gentle degrees so as not
to provoke or excite Rex and heat
his blood. The suspense was hor-
rible.
At the proper distance the ham
mer fell swiftly Rex saw it coming,
and tried to fTisk his brow out of the
way. The hammer landed a glanc-
ing blow on the pigs left eye. With
the other eye fixed on the coon. Rex
got unduly agitated and scored fifty
laps around the pen at a 2:20 clip.
He went so fast he resembled a small
circus ring with bristles growing on
it. Rex was out for the record. All
he needed was some gasolene and
honk-honk horn to make a new
worlds mark
With flying leap, the bow-legged
coon cleared that vortex of speed
and squeals and waited for Rex to
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for Nicolin and his Russians have had
the place under close observance for
weeks. And you know what that
means. sir
Yes. I know what that means"
'Czarneck was not a member. but
used to drop in there from time 10
time He was very thick with the man
who runs the place. Greatman. as he
calls himself They tell me that Great
man sat as model for some statue
he was doing, back in July 1t must
have been a funny sort OF statue. for
Greatmans a weedy little Pole. and
drinks like a fish
For some time the inspector sat in
silence. drawing circles on the floor
with the point Of the light cane he
carried The bartender dropped a glass.
swore. and then. with stare az US.
retrcated into n little cage he had at
the back of his domain Doubtless the
presence Of detectives was no incentive
to trade in the bars of Maiden Square.
This Gree tnan-what more do you
know of him"
I'VE have had nothing against him
before; but all the same. It's his pri-
vate room that has the sanded floor"
The inspectors prophecy Of the pre-
vious night came back to me with
sudden remembrance: "Czarnecki was
murdered in n room with a sanded
floor probably at no great distance
from Leman street seeing that they
carried him there in a coster's bar
row." I began to understand the NOR
bid significance OF the private room in
this little foreign club. We were
drawing nearer to our game: the scent
was growing stronger. Grey leaned a
little forward. with a twist in his jaw
that raised a ripple Of muscles under
the skin.
Continue, if you please" he said.
It's at the rear Of the club. and
there is a back staircase to yard be-
hind, where costers store their bar
rows when not in use. 1t fits in with
what you told US to inquire for, don't
1t, sir?"
Yes"
The inspectors stick recommended
its interIacing circles on the floor; and
we sat and watched, as if thereby he
were disentanglins his sordid story.
So still were we all that the bartender
poxed his luminous nose from his
cage in the hope that we had gone
He withdrew II with remarks on the
notice force which were distinctly
audible. and opposed 10 the compli-
mentarv. Suddenly the inspector
turned 10 me with a motion Of half
apology. as IL at the neglect of d
guest
There are times. Mr.. Phillips" he
said when evidence runs in absurd
contradictions. Observe the present
case. in which you are so good as to
interest yourself. We have it from
the Russian police that Czarnech is
their man, and that in their opinion
they being well qualified to Judge
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he was murdered by nihilists. We
now learn that he was apparently on
intimate terms with nihilists, and we
have good reason TO believe that he
was strangled in one OF their clubs.
What do you gather from that?"
They discovered his treachery,
and took an excusable revenge
said l.
"a sound conclusion. And now let
us suppose that Czarnecki was not
police spy at all; being. in fact, dan
Serous nihilist- What then?"
Why set yourself such a puzzle?7
Not for amusement he said, with
his quiet smile. And now propose
a little experiment. You must intro
duce US TO this club. Jackson; the
doOrkeeper viii know you, and pass
us IN. Afterward you will go to the
back entrance IN the yard you spoke
OF, and wait It should be easy 70
conceal yourself
Yes. sir. Am I TO stop Greatman
if he comes out?"
NO. Stop nobody. We had better
be going"
The square lay desOlate and lonely
in the bleak moonlight. We crossed
il, and stopped at a house in the
shadows Of the farther side. At our
knock a slide few back. and. IN the
gush of light, a hairy face examined
US curiously-
Vat Is et?" he said.
The sergeant stepped forward and
whispered. The man was sufficiently
satisfied. for he dropped the slide at
once. and the door swung back to ad-
nit US: the hairy-faced porter bowed a
welcome in polite submission. The in
spector led the way up the stairs. and
1 followed at his heels. The sergeant
had disappeared
IL was a broad, low room in which
We found ourselves. the rafters OF the
roof unhidden by the plaster Of a cell
ing. Round the walls on benches
ranged behind tables a dozen men sat
smoking and drinking. The chatter Of
talk faded away as we entered. In
silence they stared at us, calmly. judi
ciously, without fear or curiosity l
could not have imagined more COM
posed and resolute company 1 felt that
/ carried myself awkwardly, as an i'm
pertinent intruder should: but the in
spector sauntered across the room 10
a bar on the farther side as calmly as
If he we're the oldest and most valued
member in the club
4 pale-faced man with a stained and
yellow beard rose from his seat behind
the glasses. His eyes were fixed on
Grey with a weak, pathetic expression
like a dog in pain.
Good evening. Mr.. Greatman." said
the inspector. Can 1 have a word
with your
YES. sir. if you Will kindly step into
nv private room" he answered in eX-
ceIlent English. opening a hatch in the
bar. This is the way. sir. II you Will
follow me?'
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z CZARNECKI TRAGEDY---By q. Fletcher Robins

round your neck to hide your collar.
Is that understood"
Yes" ! said. and so it was settled
between US.
We were punctuaI in our meeting,
and trotted eastward over the roads
we had covered on the previous day.
When we stopped It was at a narrow
rift in a wall OF mean dwellings We
dismissed the cab and threaded our
way down the alley, which opened out
upon a miserable square. The houses
that surrounded it had once been of
some pretension. IN a simpler age
merchants had doubtless lived there,
men who owned the tall ships that had
lain IN the river near by, But now
the porticos had crumbled, the iron
railings had bent and rusted. the plas-
ter had fallen in speckled patches from
the walls In the center a few ancient
trees still dragged on a disconsolate
existence. 1t was silent place, where
wheeled traffic never came. And when,
through an upper window, a woman
suddenly poured forth shriH abuse
upon a drunken man clinging to the
railings, each oath rang loudly in the
furtive silence
As we paused at the mouth Of the
alley a tall man. with a dropping vel
low mustache. brushed by us; and
when We turned into a beer house at
the corner he followed US, standing a
little apart in an angle of the bar.
There were half a dozen men and
women-of the life wreckage OF the
great city-stting on the benches; but
before the inspector was served with
the drinks he ordered. they had whis-
percd one to another and melted away.
As the last one skunk through the door.
Grey beCkOned TO the tall man, who
joined us
Well. Jackson" he said. ''you can't
hide your light under a busheI in Step
ney. that's certain"
I'm afraid not. sir. he grinned.
'Leastways not in Maiden Square"
We'll. have YOU found the place.
Oh that is all right for the man had
glanced at me with a brief suspicion.
This is Mr. Phillips. who has been Of
much service to me in our little affair;
let me introduce you to Sergeant Jack
son. Mr.. Phillips"
| shook hands with the sergeant. who
said that he would take a glass of beer.
And the place." asked Grey. when
we had seated ourselves on a corner
bench out of earshOt or the man be-
hind the bar-a bottle-nosed ruffan
who watched us furtively as he rinsed
the dirty glasses.
That's the address. sir" said the
sergeant. handing his superior crum-
pied sheet OF paper.
"A club. Is it, he said. glancing uD
in his quick. brd-like way. And what
sort of a club"
Foreign. sir. They call themselves
social democrats. but our special
branch men tell me that n full half Of
the crowd are anarchists. and such
rats as that. L think il must be so.
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the company by bringing out some OF
the largest knives in existence; also
one handsaw, a dishpan and coil
of rope This last item pOrtended
dull, sickening thud TO those who
had read about but never seen a
legal execution. The crowd was
subdued in spirit and orderly to the
verge OF decorum-
Pretty soon Mr.. Fligg appeared on
the road two squares away, convoy
ed by a bow-legged negro. Half way
to the house Mr.. Fligg paused and
built himself another brown paper
cigarette Though but an humble
butcher, MIR Fligg possessed the fine
dramatic instinct On the stage the
villain always illumines the route 10
CORY climax with his Gig, and Mr..
Fligs had seen the crowd when he
was yet afar off.
The massacre party carried a gun
ny sack full of tools, mostly knives
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We walked after him down a short
passage and stopped before the dark
ness of an open door a squirt Of a
match and the gas jet hared upon a
bare chamber. hung with a gaudy pa
per and furnished with half a dozen
wooden chairs set round a deal table
in the center. In place Of a carpet.
our feet grated upon a smooth sprin-
king Of that gray sand which may stil
be found II old-fashioned inns. 1t was
here. then. If the detectives were not
mistaken, that this crime had found e
climax. this sordid murder not thirty
hours old.
If you would ike a fire. gentlemen"
suggested Greatman, Il can easily
fetch coal"
pray do not trouble yourself said
the inspector. politely. Iy name IS
Grey, of the criminal investigation de-
partment, aud 1 called 10 inquire II
YOU can tell me anything concerning
the murder OF the sculptor. Czarneck-"
II know nothing.
THAT is strange, seeing that he was
strangled in this very room
.'Here?'' cried the Pole. with a stare
Of unbeIief changing into sudden ter
ror Herein my rOOm2
so 1 believe" said Grey.
The man swayed for IN instant.
grasping at the back OF n chair, and
then dropped 70 the ground. moaning,
his face covered with his hands. In
that croUching figure before US was
written the extremity OF despair
Come. come. Greatman. pull your
self together" said the inspector. tap
ping him kindly on the shoulder. If
YOU are innocent. there is TO need to
make all this fuss"
1t was Nicolin who lied to me-" he
cried, looking up with bewiIdered eyes.
Very probably" said Grey, 1t is
habit with him
Yet il was I, miserable that I am,
who made the meeting between them.
Before Heaven, il was with the inno-
cenee of a child II those my COM
rades of the club but knew
He hesitated. his eyes searching the
room in sudden terror
"Oblige me by seeing that we havs
no comrades already at the keyhoIe,
Mr. Phillips" said Grey
There was no one at the door: no one
in the dark passage; and when re-
turned l found that Grey had lifted the
caretaker 10 a chair. where he sat IN
a crumpled heap.
You can trust US" the detective
was saying Believe ne. Greatman.
il viii be best for yourself that you
hide nothing.
And so with many fierce cries and
protestations, this poor creature began
his story.
II was Nicolin. it seemed. who had
discovered thar Greatman. the care
.taker of the Brutus Club, was one and
the same with the forger. Ivan Kron.
OF Odessa, who had been wanted by
the Russian police for close upon
Continued on Page E&s;ss This Section.)
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Springs moving in our immediate
social set awoke to new interest in
life.
A muffied humping under the pc
can trees next door routed me out
soon after daylight 1t was Mr..
Rosey getting busy. He had a
pickle barrel buried in the ground
at an agile of forty-five degrees,
with a rough board platform at the
mouth. Close at hand a large iron
pot, full of water, stood on three
bricks. These preparations por-
tended a hot plunge bath for Rex,
the first he had ever known.
Though the morning air was quite
keen, Mr.. Rosey had moisture on
his brow.
THAT butcher is too slow he
o'clock, and don't see him yet al
complained. WAS to be here at
ready"
AS it was then little after Z, Mr..
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rent and taxes. and keep their hands
out of each others pockets or from
each others throats. ] They under
stand US. too, and stop playing at as
sassins and conspirators. But once
in awhile habit is too strong for
them, and something happens
"As II happened IN Czarnecki?'
''Yes-as it happened to Czarnech."
"It was a political crfme?'
Yes"
And the reasOns?'
They have the advantage Of sim
plicity Czarnech was member OF
the Russian secret service. detailed to
mix with and observe the nihilist re-
fugces. The Car enters Paris in two
days, and when the Czar travels. the
political police Of all the capitals are
kept on the run. Suppose Czarnech
showed an excess of zeal THAI made
his absence from London desirable.
Anyway. ne was founG dead. and the
Russians reasonably conclude it is the
nihilists who killed him.
"'Who were those men I'm the studio?'
The big fellow was Nicolin. the head
OF the Russian service over here. l don't
knew a better man in his profession
nor one Win ItMtI Etl pies 4 Iib OAiiEl
two were assistants. They came down
10 the Yard this morning with a re-
quest that they might search the studio
for certain private papers which Gar
necki had and which belonged 10 them.
So we fixed the appointment into which
you have just walked
And they finished their search?"
You heard them say so?'
Exactly; but why. then. did they
want an impression OF the studio
key?"
He turned upon ne with a sudden
impatience in his eyes.
What do you mean?" he asked.
l told him Of my arrival and what
l had seen from my post behind the
curtains Of the doorway. He did not
speak when / had finished. but sat,
putting at his short p-pe and staring
out over the horses ears. SO we ar
rived at our door
IF you have further news tonight,
win you cali In before going to bed?"
] asked him as we stood on the
pavement.
4 cannot promise you that. l have
some important inquiries TO make in
the East End this evening. and l do
not know when / shall return"
! suppose / looked deiiressed at his
answer; indeed, the prospect OF a lone
ly evening in my rooms with such a
mystery In course Of solution outside
seemed oddly distasteful to me.
1T Is a rough district, as you know"
he said. watching me; but would you
care 10 come along2'
There IS nothing 7 should like bet
ter" / answered. simply.
"Well-its against the regulations;
but they allow me some license. BE
ready at nine, and I will call for you.
Wear old clothes. a cap and a scarf
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after all that rampage. too. I shore
thought he would be het.' -
Maybe he is slow to wrath, or
something" Mr.. Rosy said, hope
fully. Wait till we cut him up"
TO the bitter end Rex clung to the
belief he was fish, and. therefore,
cold-blooded. During the scalding.
scraping and the autopsy the pig
remained cold Even his vftals
seemed stepped in that unrespon-
sive chill the depths OF ocean bear.
And it was I who had providentially
changed the nature Of Mr. Rosy's
pig by treating him to parlor fish,
and the pork was saved
At that it wasn't the real goods.
Neighbors who came in for their
little whack said the meat had
funny taste, quite foreign to home
grown pork. They couldn't under
stand it, but l did Mr. Rosy sent
me over a nice cut-frm layers Of
pink and white Not being fish
eater, as I said before, there was
nothing doing.
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Being Plausible Story of Mr. Rosy CodB Booded Pig Rex and
How the Pork Was Mysterously Saved

desist. We all waited. When the
racket subsided, Mr.. Rosy said
things.
My pork is spoiled know it is.
Such yaps of butchers"
His blood must be het some"
the butcher frankly admitted. why
didn't you hit him square?'' he de-
manded of the exeeutioner.
"Taint my fault" replied the coon
He done move his fool haid outen
the way"
Bring some more corn - said Mr..
Fligg in peevish tones. "and we ali
will cam him down again. Trust a
niger to boteh delicate job"
Unable to see his finish, even with
the eye over which he had jurisdic-
ton, the pig with the alleged heat
ed blood fell to eating. This time
the man with the sledge hammer
stalked Rex on the blind side, and,
by one master stroke, knocked his
block off. He dropped without q
struggle, which fact so impressed a
guest from Michigan that he gave
the coon a good cigar. Even in all
that tragedy Of spoiled pork. heated
blood and Mr.. Rosy's mental anguish
l thought of street carnivals and
other festivities where they throw
baseballs at baby rack. Must have
been the good cigar.
But now comes the battling part Of
the whole business. When Rex was
hauled out of the pen and tapped
in the neck Mr.. Fligg rose up from
the deed, pale and puzzled.
His blood is stone cold, Gus, and
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NO. Mr.. INSPECTOR" he answered,
with heavy foreign accent. we are
quite content. Noding more IS neces-
sary."
Shall you be wanting to come
again?''
MOTOR us IT is sufficient It Is for
you TO continue, Mr.. Inspector. You
tink you VIII catch these men who
kill him. hein?''
We shall try" said Grey, with a
modest droop Of the eyes.
"Ach-but where cam there be GER
tainty in our lives? Come now, my
children. let US be going. Alexandra.
you have the doOr-key Of 1.-THE studio.
give him to the INSPECTOR here"
So il was the door-key thought I. Of
which Mr.. Alexandra obtained a me-
mento behind the roller-top desk!
Gray gave a polite gOod-by TO his
companions on the step. locked up the
little green door. and then started
down the street at my side.
Il had no business 10 come pOking
my nose into your affairs / said.
Anything you say 1 shall thoroughly
deserve"
Don't apologize" he smiled. 4
was pleased 10 see you"
And why2'
You can do better things than re-
main a wealthy dnettante. Mr.. Phil
lips You are TO broad in the shoul-
ders, too clear in the head, for living
in the world that is dead. Such little
incidents as these-they drag you
out of the shell you are building
about you. That IS why I was
plainly-are you offended"
"Oh. no." 1 said. waving my stick to
a passing hanson, though 1 did not
refer again TO the topic which 1 fore
saw was likely TO become personally
offensive 10 me.
He sat back IN his corner Of the
cab, filing his pipe with dextrous fin
gers. while / watched him out Of the
corner OF my eye When II was well
alight, he began again on a new sub
ject.
"Londons queer place" he said.
though perhaps you have not had the
time 20 find il out. There are for
eign colonies, with their own religions
and clubs and politics, working their
way through life just as IL they were
in Odessa or Hamburg or Milan.
There are refUgees-Heaven knows
how many, for we do not-that have
fed before all the despotisms that
succeeded and all the revolutions that
failed from Siam TO the Argentine.
Tolstoy fanatics. dishonest presidents.
anarchists, royalists, Armenians.
Turks, Carlists, and the dwelIers in
Mesopotamia-a finer collection than
even America itself can show. On
the Continent-well. we should be
running them in, and they would be
throwing bombs. But here no one
troubles them so long as they pay