The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-11-04
The Case of the Tan Glove


ing the glove and box of rings into mis-
pocket. 1T now is half-past two. At
three / have an important enga genent
Expect me again within the interval
mentioned Meantime-nOt a word"
''Why-certainly - not word"
gasped Dabney, with an amazed stare
For Mr.. Felix Boyd already had de-
parted
Upon emerging from the jewalry
store. Boyd FASTENED to mis- waiting
carriage
ITO the Hotel Tripoli cabbie" Re
sharply commanded. Lose not a mo-
ment. mind you. The same fee goes
Its up 20 me, sir, nodded the hack
man, quick TO see that some serious
emergency existed. and that each sec
ond was Os value.
He drove through the noisy streets
at rate Of speed that threatened not
/ only his own vehicle but many an
/ other as we'll, and caused more than
! one blue-coated Datrolman TO start in
voluntarily, and also tardily, as If to
/ stop him.
Reclining upon the cushions within
Mr.. Felix Boyd was complacently
! smoking a cigar.
| He threw it away when the carria ge
/ began TO slow down, and again con-
suited his watch. 1t wanted eight min
utes of three. as he sprang out upon
the sidewalk in front Of the hotel men
| toned.
Wait. cabbie." said he, gIancing
! sharply uD and down the street
/ Right, sir"
In no direction was there any sign
of Jimmie Coleman. get Boyd did not
defer operations pendiag his arrival
| With the cabbie gazing curiously after
him, he quickly mounted the steps OF
I ~
/ edifce of six stories, and entered the
| open vestibu!e. There were numerous
| guests lounSing about the inner Office.
and his entrance was not specially no.
| ticed.
Apr oaching the .egister. BOYD
! glanced rapidly at the names inscribed
| on the latest pages. Presently he light
| ed upon one i'm curious. angular hand
| which again brought that cold anc re-
| lentless. CLEAN to his searching eyes
| The line across the page read
Mr. and Mrs. Philip Kelsey. City.
| 231."
| Boyd did not summon the beH-boy
| He entered the elevator, located the
| suite mentioned, and presently ap-
| preached the door.
| That the rooms were occupied at
| that moment was Immediately Obvious
! the key had been left in the door, on
! the hall side.
! Once more Boyd glanced at his
| watch. 1t wanted three minutes Of
/ three. Then he knocked gently upon
/ the closed door of Suite 231.
/ A voice from within called promptly:
! Come"
Boyd drew himself up. smiled oIdIy
! for an instant, then gravely entered
! the room, closing the door behind him.
| Il beg pardon. sir" said he. With a
! graceful bow. I hope I do not in
/ trude."
! The remarks were addressed to a
youthful. curly-haired chap, clad in a
! neat plaid suit who had been survey
I ing himself before a manteI mirror. He
| had turned when Boyd entered. how
/ ever, and, upon seeing him, he gave
vent to an involuntary ejaculation OF
/ surprise, more than half suppressed.
/ Il thought it was my wife VINO rap
! ped, he said quickly. Haven't you
! made q mistake. STRIP
/ II think not, providing the hotel reg
/ lister is reliable"
/ Boyd unctuOusly rejOined. bowling ard
/ smiling. I am looking for Mrs. Phil
/ ip Kelsey. 1 presume that you, sir, are
| Mr.. Kelsey"
Yes, that is my name" bowed the
young man. My wife is absent just
now, however"
/ Kelsey appeared pale, strangely pale,
and his fair features were tensely
! drawn: yet he steadily met BOyd's
| gaze with his dilated eyes, and his
rather effeminate voice never fslterad
| When viii your wife return. Mr..
kelsey inquired Boyd, quite anaoly.
! cannot say. sir.
| i have just come in myself What IS
! your business with ner, olease?''
I would prefer to inform her, pro-
| viding she returns in time for
Surely. sir, it cannot consist of any
thing of which l should be kept in iE-
norance,' interrupted Kelsey, with a
dark frOwn sweeping TO his fair. at
tractive face.
Boyd laughed softly. and shook his
! head.
why. no. of course not said he.
! cit consists of nothing very import
ant. l am a messenger from MessrS.
Dabney & Co., the jewelers., of Maiden
Lane. Your wife called there this ar
| teTnoCn to look at the ring
you contemplate buying. Unfor-
tunately, Mrs. Kelsey dropped
one of her gloves. which was found
after she departed, and / have been
! sent here TO return IL TO her.
! And Mr.. Felix Boyd drew the tan
/ glove from his pocket. and advanced to
! place IL upon the table.
! Kelsey had grown as white as the
/ linen at his throat, yet mis- nerve did
/ not appear to fOrSake him. He drew
himself up forcing a sickly smile 10
| his drawn lips and directed one furtiYe
| glance toward the closed door, between
which and him Mr.. Felix Boyd re-
NAMED standing.
1 This is very kind of you. yet YOU
have been to needless trouble said he,
with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
/ The glove is worth but little. You may
! leave it, sir, and I win hand it TO my
Wife
''Ah, yes. thank YOU" drawled Felix
Boyd.
Yet he did not depart.
Kelsey regarded him for moment,
as a cat watches a mouse.
rs there anything more?" ne abrupt
iy demanded. why 90 you remain? ~
To see that your wife gets her
! glove" smiled Boyd.
/ Il tell you that / will hand It 80 her
] when she returnS" cried Kelsey i'm