The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-10-14
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ued 10 meet with faint smile of mani
fest perplexity the decisive stare of
Mr.. Doyle. and quietly remarked:
Well, we'll, that's even more Gu
rlous- As long ago as Wednesday, did
you say? That surely was before the
murder mentioned was committed"
Il can swear to it, replied Doyle
with an emphatic headshake.
Are you about here some of the
time, Mr.. Doyle?"
Am I? Certainly / ANAL of the
time, am the boss mason
All. / see." murmured Boyd, still
in obvious perplexity. las long ago as
Wednesday-eh Of course, it didn't
occur to you to investigate the boots,
Mr.. Doyle?''
Why should II" said Doyle quick
ly. They were half covered with dirt
and refuse. I thought they were an
old pair which somebody had thrown
away
Naturally enough, Mr.. Doyle, am
sure admitted Boyd, with the coun-
tenance of a man utterly nOnpluSed.
BY, Jovel Jimmie. this appears to be
a mystery not easily solved. 1 can
make no head or tail to It, reckon
we had better leave il TO Inspector
Byrnes and call him down at once. VIII
you wait here while inform him?n
Coleman merely bowed, and Boyd
FASTENED back TO Getchel's office.
Mr.. Doyle turned to gaze after him,
then reverted to the central Office man
and asked:
who is that fellow. SIR
That" said Coleman absently, lis
Mr.. Felix Boyd"
Presently Inspector Byrnes came
down to investigate; then one of his
detectives came down, and soon after
an other appeared on the scene: and
all the while Mr.. Jimmie Coleman
waited expectantly for the return of
Felix Boyd, and wondered why he did
not appear
had lost all interest in the case, had de-
parted to his office in Pine street.
Whatever Mr.. Felix Boyd thought
about the double crime of that Novem-
Der night, an entire month passed be-
fore anything came of it. He did not
disclose himself to Coleman, even, and
as far as actions went he appeared to
have no interest in the tragic affair
Yet it engaged, meantime the very
best talent of the central office. Not
the slightest dScredit is reflected upon
that bureau of secret Investigation.
however, because of the fact that it de-
veloped theory subsequently proved
TO be fallacious by Mr.. Felix Boyd. In
this field of work, Boyd occupied
class entirely his own. To be corrected
in such matter by Felix Boyd by no
means implied inferior intelligence, for
Boyd'S detective acumen was a gift
rather than an requirement, and was
not fair standard for measuring that
of others.
The theory developed by the central
office appeared well founded. The facts
discovered seemed to verify it at every
point. 1t was proved that Getchel, on
the day of the murder, had made q
very heavy purchase of bonds in the
stock exchange, and had brought them
to his office. The evidence further went
to show that Dobson had learned about
these bonds and was cognizant of
GetcheIs habit of locking himself in his
office: and that DobSon had, with the
help of confederateS and the use of his
janitor's pass key, entered Getchel's
office and committed the crime.
What Immediately followed could not
be- cOnjectured. Yet il appeared plain
that the janitor. after the robbery, had
left the building by the rear door with
his confederates; and that they, pre-
sumably to secure his share of the
booty, had killed Dobson in the vacant
lot, and then concealed the body I'M
der the heap of refuse.
One circumstance. only not a very
d
The boots found on Dobson'S body were
not his own, nor could his own be dis
covered. Those found on the body were
not fit. and had been seen on the re-
fuse heap several days before the
double murder. Only one explanation
could be advanced-that Dobson's con-
federates had. in order TO complicate
matters, removed the janitor's shoes
and put on the old boots found on the
refuse heap.
On the whole, this theory of the CEN
trail office appeared irrefutable, and the
public accepted it. Yet at the end of
month despite the tireless efforts of a
score of detectives. not clue to the
criminals could be found and the press
and public were hammering the force
and loudly decrying the long delay of
justice.
1t was at this time. on warm.
murky unreasonable night, we'll along
in December, that Mr.. Felix Boyd
finally got in his work. A damp mist
was in the air. lending a sickly yellow
glare to the streets lights. The pave
ments were ~wet and slippery, and all
that was left of the fall of snow Law
foul and black here and there i'm the
cutters.
Near closing time that night. BOYD
entered an inferior saloon on the East
side. He was roughly disguised, walked
with swagger, and appeared like
hard ticket. He passed through the sa-
loon and entered small back room. i'm
which man sat waiting for him. with
glass and bottle on the table at his
elbow.
The man was James Doyle, the boss
mason at the new Stanley building.
AS Boyd entered the saloon, five men
here and there in the adjoining street
suddenly vanished from the sidewalk.
some into obscure doorways,- one into
a side alley near the saloon, while a
sixth presently entered the dive and lin
gered at the bar TO drink a schooner of
beer.
Doyle looked sharply UP. and an
peared relieved. when Boyd staggered
into the back room.
80 you're here at last" he growled
through his heavy beard. You're late.
Cassidy"
Boyd dropped into chair, and
reached for the bottle and glass
Couldn't help it, he tersely replied
with laSD in his sonorous voice "C.ot