The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-06-30
Che Exploits 81 a Physician Detective

street. There was no sign of Mr.. Dick
Delaney, and he returned with the
declaration that it was curious that he
had disappeared so suddenly. but he
was gone. There was no doubt about
that. One of the most singular things
he had ever heard of!
| why, Mr.. Sewell," he said, with
bulging eyes, Il passed him right here
in this doorway, and Immediately he
vanished! Where did he go? Up
| stairs"
There's only the roof up there" in
terrupted Sewell, perplexedly, land at
the head of the stairs is trapdoor
locked with a paddock. He couldn't
get out that way-and what the nation
would he want to for?''
But he didn't go down, that is GER
tain. He wOJs.sn't have had time even
to drop boldly down the stair rail
welf!'
| Mr.. Burbank was a small man of
sandy complexion, with nervous light
eyes, which were now dancing in ex-
citement.
SeweIl sat with wrinkled brows. He
had not moved from the chair in which
he was sitting when Delaney left him.
l. I'm not going to talk automobile
today" he said. suddenly. Il don't feel
like it. But I'm inclined to ask a favor
of you, Mr.. Burbank"
You are welcome, Mr.. Sewell, what
ever it is" answered Mr. Burbank,
with the readiness of a salesman deal
ing with a good customer.
I've done my best friend an injus-
tice," Sewell went on, rising and put
ting his pipe in the rack. Il want you
to help me right it. Take me in the
auto to his rooms, the Fenway, will
you? That will be as good as a longer
! spin, and We'll let it go at that. / am
sure 1 shall accept the machine, any
way"
with pleasure Let me help you
with your overcoat-why, what's the
matter?"
Sewell was standing, his light over
coat on his arm, before an open drawer
in his desk, his face as pale as ashes.
That instant he tOttered and fell weak
ly into the chair he had just vacated.
Good Godr' he gasped
"Why-why-wh is it?"
Good Godr' Sewell muttered again,
dashing his hand against his forehead.
"Oh, Dick. Dick. Dickr'
Mr.. SeweIl, if there is anything I
can do" began Mr.. Burbank. anx-
iously.
For heavens sake keep still, and
let me Think cried Sewell, distracted
ly. Somebody has stolen two thou
sand-let me think-let me Think
He dropped his coat on the floor,
sank back in his chair, and covered his
face with his hands. The automobile
agent stood embarrassed before him,
not knowing what to 90. The situation
continued some moments. Then Sewell
reused himself.
Burbank" he said. with a business
like air. which, though plainly forced
and with the greatest effort, was deter
mined, will you step down to the front
room on the first floor and ask Mrs.
Dillingham; to come up here?"
And as the automobile agent hurried
to do his bidding he again buried his
face in his hands.
Dick, Dick. poor old Dick" he
groaned. "Oh, why, for heavens sake
couldn't you wait until this poor fl
passed away from me? I'd have giver
it to you. Dick You knew I would
Why. Dick, we're chuplsI How could
you forget it? And you'll be famous
some day, with your art know it
I've always said so-youre a genius
and TO think that you could stoop-
But. by heavens, if it is you. I'll prose
cute you TO the Come I'M
/ Mrs. Dillingham; entered Burbank
holding the door for her, and stood
waiting while Sewell gazed at her un-
detereminedly.
II thought I would ask you. Mrs
Dillingham;" he hesitated whether you
could say But please take this seat
Sit down, Burbank! 1 wish you both
TO near"
He jumped up and offered his chaiI
to the woman, who accepted ii with
grace. Mr. Burbank sat on the couch
looking from the one TO the other anx-
iously. Sewell walked over to his desk
! aud his hand
Mrs. Dillingham;" ne said, ct is I'M
unate-but-bUt-and you are sc
recently come here-I shouldn't wish
you to receive the opinion that the
neighborhood is bad-but the fact is
$1,000 has been taken from this desk
this morning. ! was out of the rooms
for only an hour. and-and was there
anybody in here, beside the maid, dur
ing that time?"
His manner was strained. 1t would
not require \ superlative degree of in
sight in a listener, certainly no greater
degree than this woman possessed, t
see that he was fighting against con
viction in his own mind. and that ever
to him the question was irrelevant.
Mr.. Sewell," she answered, with dig
Z nifty. sitting straight in her chair, %
r hope l conduct my house properly
'Oh, / beg you a thousand times t,
= pardon me-" Sewell exclaimed 81 dfC
not mean that. 1t is very far from IN!
! intention TO charge the maid or any
body connected with your"
Il should think not, the lodginl
2 mistress interrupted. with curved eye
, brows, ard rising. And" she contin
! ued. with contracted lips. IF you wan
+ to know who got your money / can tel
+ YOU"
Sewell shivered. He felt what wa
J coming. and he dreaded it horribly: bu
2 his code of ethics. which taught him I,
hold honesty, business honesty, aDov,
2 all other qualities in a man, and t,
: punish its lack implacably, inspiret
{ him with bravery, or at least Will
? braYado. He Strengthened up. clutch
t ing the desk TO steady himself.
- THAT is what / WISH he said, an,
r his voice caught in his throat so tina
' It seemed as if a frightened child wer
I speaking.
2 Mr.. Sewell" she answered. holding
( her head, high. there has been nobod.
. but me in this room today, except tina
! rowdy-that-friend of yours, Mr.. De
Q lancy. / made up your apartment