The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-07-14

whom he knew. This woman was q
stranger to him. Somebody plainly had
been getting dinner ready in the kitch-
en-, yet Mrs. Doane, the mistress, the
only woman belonging ON the premises.
was missing, and here was this I'M
known female being murdered! From
cellar to garnet there was not to be
found another living person. What was
the meaning of it?
Soon the officers from headquarters
arrived and began their Investigations.
The woman was found to be in critic
al condition, with numerous knife cuts
en- her face, head, hands and arms, and
a stab wound near the heart that prom
ised to prove fatal. DeliriOus, moaning
inarticulate phrases, the only words of
which they could understand being
"Oh" and Don't" repeated over and
over again, she was good-looking,
buxOm. Of 35, with black eyes and hair,
dressed in a morning wrapper, and, to
judge by her face of mild and amiable
disposition, though not of cultivated in
tellect. The room across the threshold
of which they had found her lying was
in some disorder, though there were no
blood stains in it, except near the door
where she had fallen in the endeavOr
apparently, to reach the bed and lie
down. Two chairs were upset, the lam
tel, a drawer of the dresser was open,
and a lot of small articles of feminine
wear, It's former contents probably, lit
tered the carpet. Otherwise the apart
ment was in the normal condition of a
room in a third-rate lodging house,
grimy, with cheap furniture, sleasy
window curtains, gray with use, and a
worn wool carpet.
What I can't understand is who is
was Miles, to Detective Mullen. "She
doesn't belong in the house, and the
woman that does belong here is miss
ing"
The detective looked at him quickly.
How do you know"
why, it's Mrs. Doane-she runs the
place. know her well by sight. She's
SO years old, with gray hair. and slim
and tall And I know all the people
that room here, and there isn't a woman
among 'em. l never saw this one be
fore in my life. She doesn't live here.
Where could she come from %
Man, she was getting dinner in the
Kitchen" said the detective. "Of
course she belongs here"
well. if she does, it's funny I've
never seen her before. I'm printer by
trade, working nights, and so sleep days
right up here" pointing. That's my
window. in the next house 1 sit there
every forenoon for several hours before
going to bed, and l can see everything
that goes on down here in the yard,
and mostly in the kitchen, too. Mrs.
Doane IS i'm and out a dozen times a
morning, but I never clapped eyes on
any other woman around here"
eff she was merely a ledger, occupy
ing a front room, you wouldn't be like
iy to, would you? What would she be
doing down in the back yard? You're
way off, man"
IF you knew anything about wo-
men in lodging houses you wouldn't
say that" retorted Miles. "They are
always bothering around in the kitch-
en-, ironing and working little messes
Of candy, or sleeping tea or gossipping.
why, they are a nuisance in a house
for that very reason. In fact. that is
why Mrs. DOane won't have EN- room
with her. All her dodgers are men,
same as lots of other places round
here And that's what gets me about
this woman! Who is she? Where did
she come from? And where is Mrs.
Doane, the Owner?"
Hadn't you better go home and put
on your clothes?" said the detective
somewhat sharply. He felt competent
to handle the case-at any rate he did
not relish instruction coming from this
inferior looking person in trousers and
undershirt.
well, perhaps I had" returned
Miles, who in the excitement had for
gotten how nearly naked he was. But
anyway" he added as he started for
the door, you'd better see Mrs. Fos-
ter, in the next house. She knows all
about things here, and perhaps can tell
you something. Besides, she saw the
I lar- Oir1o I
she saw the man that did it
"Tll go in there in a moment" the
detective replied; and as the young fell
low departed he began a thorough in
vestigatiOn of the victims room, pres
emily pulling from beneath the sofa