The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-09-23

II heard his call for help, and. the
connection remaining unbroken when
he dropped the telephone receiver; 1
also heard the blow dealt him. and then
his fall to the floor. Really he de
serves much credit for his courage, and
for his efforts in your behalf. Help
Smith into his coat, Jimmie, and l will
see him safely home and abed."
But is there no hope, no clue upon
which to work." demanded Hersey,
white with distress. The man at the
Hoffman House-if you could only Sc
cure him.
''Nonsense!" growled Boyd. con-
temptuously He has busted long be-
fore now. No. no. MIR. Hersey. there at
present is not the slightest clue, 1 am
very sorry to admit"
Then. God help me, / am almost
ruined"'
yet you must leave the case en-
tirely to me. Mr.. Hersey, and L will do
all / can with it. l can give you no
encoura cement of any immediate re-
suits, yet ! shall do what is possible.
! Give the facts no publicity, mind you.
| but leave all to me-"
But, My Boyd"
Really. Hersey, there are no butts
admissible If I am to continue my in
terest in the case Boyd pontedly in
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the office door. II will see you again
1 in the course of few days, and re-
port anything | may discover. Give
Smith your arm. Jimmie, and we'll get
him out to a carriage. We are up
against it again all right. The Big
! Finger has got in his work once more,
take my word for that"
Sure thing growled Coleman, as
he supported Smith from the office. 1T
IL. II
their Internally long headed rascal of
snakes game as this
! Right you are. Jimmie And the
crafty cur hasn't left us thread worth
following. Steady, Smith: dear fellow
Still a bit weak in the legs Ell? Nc
wonder-no wonder. But a day or two
abed will set you right, so keep a stiff
upper lip. This way with him. Jimmie
I'll go on ahead and hail a cabr'
So they made their way out of the
office and out of the building, and one
would have said that Felix Boyd was
all at sea.
Not far from o'clock that evening
however, while Jimmie Coleman sat
! smoking in the mems room at police
headquarters, a desk man from the
outer Office hurriedly entered the room
and tossed Coleman a telegram. The
CenlTdl Office IIldll QUICKLY opened II
and read:
Bridge street station. Flushing
Rush. BOYD"
Terse though ii was the message tolc
Coleman that Boyd wished to be me
] at the station mentioned. and at the
earliest possible moment
Something serious i'm the windr
thought Coleman, as he prepared to go
Surely it cannot relate TO that Hersey
case. for Boyd was badly baked by
that. Luckily / can just catch a train
barring detentions No doubt he fig
ured on that. and on hitting me here a
this hour, since he never misses any
thing worth hitting. Well, I'm not tn,
man to disappoint him.
Slipping an extra revolver into hi
pocket, Coleman FASTENED by ferry ant
rail TO Flushing, and arrived at thu
Bridge street station about an houl
after receiving the telegram.
Not a little TO his surprise. however
he could discover no sign of Felix Boyd
There were but few people about tn,
station, and for nearly ten minutes
Coleman chafed uneasily under his mis-
givings, now feeling sure that BOYD
mission. whatever it was, had takeI
him away and possibly into danger.
While still in d<s-st what course I,
pursue, he was hun iedly approached