The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-09-30
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irresistible at such a time and in such
an emergency. Green demurred no
longer, but rushed out TO his main Office
TO prepare for his arduous duties Of
that eventful day.
Martin Finley, however, appeared
nonplused by the unexpected turn of
aHairs The color had gone from his
cheeks, and his knit brows and drawn
lips indicated mlsgivings OF no uncer-
tain character.
Good heavens, Mr.. Boyd!p he hast
ened to exclaim. What do you really
make of this? What clue have 1 given
you. sir?"
Don't ask me-now now" cried
Boyd, with feigned excitement. DO
only what l require. and without ques-
tons. You're all right, Finley, from
your head down, and with you to help
me III land Gregson on the floor of the
exchange before 3 o'clock. i now see
the whole game take my word for
that, Finley. First of ALL We must To-
cate those two men i'm Astoria; and
then-ah, well. the two men first, You
come along with me. Finley"
The latter obeyed. like one little dis
turoed by the situation. and Boyd led
the way TO the outer corridor.
There he abruptly halted, crying
quickly:
Wait just one moment. Finley. L
have one more word of advice for Mr..
Green"
Then he darted back, out of sight
from the corridor. and seized a scrap
or paper from one OF the office desks.
To write few words upon it required
but a moment. and he then FASTENED to
re1oin Finley in the corridor
Now we're Off" he cried heartily
BY Jove! the turn OF this trick will be
8 feather in your cap. Finley. as well as
IN mine Come on, now, and look live
lyl"
Finley made no reply. but INDUCED in
q crafty side glance at Felix Boyd's
determined face. AS the two men hur-
ried from the building Boyd dropped a
crumpled wad of paper upon the side
walk behind him, and a bearded man,
loafing on the curbstone presently
picked it up and read the instructions
inscribed upon it:
Shadow me constantly. Don't inter
fere unless you hear my revolver. Then
look lively"
Jimmie Coleman smiled under his
heavy beard, and thought he knew
what the game was and what was
wanted
Yet Felix Boyd was playing a deeper
game than specifically appeared He
was. in fact, taking the one and only
slender chance which the case present
ed. Yet he did not hurry his work after
leacing Gregsons office. He took Fin
ley to his own Office i'm Pine street os-
tensibly for the purpose of questioning
him more closely, and preparing him
self for his next move. In reality. how
ever, he aimed only to delay matters
until after the noon editions of the
newspapers had appeared.
Despite the secrecy ne had imposed,
he then found that nearly every paper
reported the proba bic death Of Gregson.
either by accident or suicide. and also
the fact that his boat had been found
overturned and with oars missing, near
one of the Astoria docks.
Boyd now delayed only to telephone
TO Mrs. Gregson, to make sure that she
had disclosed none of the facts pub
lished; and he then reverted to Finley,
TO whom he had made plausible excuses
for his delay, at the same time dis
closing nothing to relieve the latter's
misgivings.
Now. Finley Wen be off again. he
cried grimly. The cats out of the bag,
quite as / anticipated. AS l said be-
fore. Finley. my boy. l see this game
from start TO finish.
We'll. I'm blowed If do. Mr. Boyd"
returned Finley. who plainly was grow
ing more AMI more uneasy.
'Ah. well, I'll explain it to you after
we have landed our man." called Boyd
roundly. You doubt that I will land
him, don't you. Finley. Well. well, you
leave that to me. If I fail. Finley, my
boy, I'll never again set foot below the
dead line. But first OF all. Finley, to To-
cate those two. fellows i'm Astoria. You
know the place you say. and all l want
is TO have you show 1t to me-"
well, I'll do that for you" growled
Finley as they FASTENED away. Trust
me TO do that much
so / do. Finley. my boy"
II was nearly 1 o'clock when they
reached that part of Astoria to which
Finley took his companion. 1t was one
OF the lower quarters OF the town. an
obscure street making toward the river,
with a dismal array of inferior dwell
ings. shops and sheds i'm either direc-
ton, and little enough on any side to
recommend the locality to an observer.
This is the street. / believe" re-
marked Finley, hating a bit doubtfully
on a corner. Yes, now 1 am sure Il Is.
Yonder. where the alley makes in to-
ward the sheds and stable back of that
saloon, is where lost the two fellows"
The place indicated was some fifty
Yards away and had no inviting ap-
pearance. Boyd studied the confusion
OF buildings for a few moments. then
grimly asked:
Dl0 the TWO men 90 INTO the saloon,
think you. or into the alley adjoining
it,"
II can't be positive about that" NUT
tered Finley. who now appeared notice
ably pale. They may have gone
through the alley. 1 know only that l
suddenly lost sight of them, and in
that immediate locality"
Arc you sure you would knew them
again.
"Oh. I'm dead sure of that. Mr..
Boyd"
suppose we go and buy drink in
the saloon" suggested Boyd. Posi-
My you might see one or both of them
i'm there"
Finley glanced up with eyes that
wavered despite him, and Boyd read
them as one reads an open book.
Wouldn't IL be better ventured
Finley, IF. I went there alone for a
starter? Two Of us might arouse some
suspicion"
Boyd suppressed a smile OF grim sat-
isfaction. and answered. like one half
in doubt:
That's true. Not bad idea. Go
ahead. then, and I'll drop into that shop
on the opposite corner and buy a cigar