The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-09-09

any UNUSUAL results. On this occasion,
! however, he claims to have placed i'm
his box valuable little clock. to which
/ he previously had called Sanderson's
attention, stating that he priced II very
| highly Sanderson heard it ticking in
| the box before he placed the latter on
\ the floor OF the vault"
! We'll, we'll: suppose he did" growled
Alderman. I'VE ali know that. or have
heard you tell it. But what of it?'
This of II. Akerman!" exclaimed
| Boyd with a subtle flush of his earnest
gray eyes 1.-THE ticking Sanderson
heard may not have been that Of a
clock. Take my word for 1t, Alderman;
II was nothing of the kind"
| What the devil was it. them"
! "A hundred-to-one shot," cried Boyd;
the ticking was that of another kind
of a mechanism concealed in the box
a mechanism for exploding a charge of
dynamite at a fixed hour"
IAN internal machinel" roared Aker-
man, catching the idea.
Wait bit, gentlemen," Boyd sharp
ly commanded. THE force OF that vio-
lent explosive always works in a down
ward direction. Note me, now! The
rear of Brogers shop is within twenty
| yards of the rear Of the building occu-
pied by the Trinity Trust company. If
a tunnel between them exists, and If
the floor OF the vault had been weak
| ened by subterranean work, and If a
heavy charge of dynamite were to be
| exploded on the vault floor at some
hour tonight-well, well. gentlemen.
observe that you now see the point"
Several of his hearers had leaped UP
in lively excitement when the startling
possibilities were thus brought home TO
! them. and one impulsively cried:
by all the gods, Boyd, you are
! right We must get at the interior of
that vault at once"
ION the contrary, Mr.. Hadley; you
will take your orders from me-" cried
Boyd. with polite frmness.
"Is that so, sir?'
Decidedly SOL AS for opening the
vault to remove Mr.. Kramer's tin box.
In order to prove our case. that is ut
terly impossible. The vault is secured
with a time lock, and it cannot be
opened until o'clock next Monday
morning.
But. man alive. before that time"
Before that time Mr.. Hadley," in
terrupted Boyd. with a slight frown.
"the explosion VIII occur. and the floor
Of the vault be blown TO pieces. Quite
right, sir; assuming that our deductions
are correct. Yet IL now is impossible
| to prevent the explosion. 1t is pre-
cisely what / expect and precisely
what I propose TO be on hand to wit
ness"
But"
lone word more. gentlemen, If you
please" firmly insisted Boyd, still with
some suavity. Men of your experience
should not require advice from me. You
should know that this break, IL there
Is to be one, will be completed soon
after u tonight, at which hour the
building is always deserted"
And wh9t are your plans. Felix7''
asked Jimmie Coleman.
Between II and ] tonight we must
be in k street, with the entire block
| guarded TO prevent any escape" de-
clared Boyd decisively. Then we first
must make sure We are right, and next
make sure of our game. Resume your
seats, gentlemen. and I will give you
ray instructions"
The plans laid then and there by
Felix Boyd did not xnature until after
midnight. At that Your the sky was
heavily clouded, and the streets OF the
banking district were deserted and
dark, when compared with the life and
light I'm other, precincts of the city.
At 1890 Boyd and Jimmie Coleman.
both in disguise came from the alley
opposite Broger's shop and quietly
crossed the street. The windows Of the
shop were covered with wooden shut
ters, yet a chink OF light showed that
a. ldTlD Ittbiy WllHlIlt DOyO
at once raped softly on the door.
For a moment silence only followed
the knock Then. much as IL some one
within had paused briefly to listen, and
felt treasured by the cautious quietude
over the floor, voice whispered sharp
ly through the keyhole of the door:
who's there?'
Boyd bent down to answer, crying
softly
''Is that you, Broger7'
Yes. What do you want?"
i've got a message for one Of the
gang-WylSoffl" whispered Boyd TAX
ing a chance of hitting the nail on the
head
II Hes here, but--but who sends you 20
"A fat question, you fool TO expect
me to answer through an oak door, -
Boyd harshly growled. open it. you
dog, and I'll tell you"
His authoritative accents had the de-
sired effect, for Broger now opened the
door few inches, disclosing HIS frow-
sy head, and quickly demanded.
DO you come from the Big Finger? i
THE Big Finger-yes, Of course! Let
us I'M Do you want me to blow the
whole business out OF doors? I'VE got
a message for Wykon. Where Is hep
A CLEAN of mingled fear and suspi-
cion rose In Broger's eyes when the two
shop. and his involuntary glance at the
floor some feet away. when he replied
told Boyd in what direction to seek the
man mentioned.
You wait here" said Broger. 81
don't know either OF you"
1--WE are in disguise, you blockhead
want Wykoff. When was the Bic
Finger here last, and who"
Pm not answering questions, .
/
a bit. I'll call Wykoff, and see If"
you have a look at this insteadl'
Boyd sternly interrupted, seizing the
mans arm and quickly thrusting a re-
volver under HIS nose. "Careful-do
not open your mouth, Broger! If you
do, I'll send a lead pill down your ras-
cally throat. which you'll never digest
in this world. The bracelets, Jimmiei
Both hands, Broger. If you please. Now
you're right and secure as a drum.
Run him at once. Jimmie, and turn him
i over TO Ciancey. Hurry back, old