The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-03-31
The Case of the
Jdnwdy Silhouette

Iop sharnly. If ne paid his debts,
he'd not have a 1ollar. He has more Of
an eye for my money than for
] We'll. well, break Off Boyd CURLY
| interrupted. Il have no interest in
this. Posting irate fathers is not in my
! line. Go to Mr.. CollamoTe, anyways
employer. and he probably Will inform
you Of
4 have been to him, ana he"
Answer that bell. Terry cried
BOYD abruptly. turning to his office
( boy. Who mad been an amused listener
/ to the foregoing
The telephone bell had Tung, and be-
/ fore HislCD could renew his appeal
for Rovd now ignored him-the lad
turned quickly TO the latter and cried:
It's from Mr.. Coleman, sir"
From Jimmie Coleman
You're wanted down in Beaver
street right away, sir. He says there's
something wrong in Collamores Office,
and he's waiting for you to
What's that" snarled Hislop,
swinging sharply around. Something
wrong there? Janway, then, for Il
thousand, He's always goins wrong. ]
must learn what he's been NJ 10 this
time"
With which. and while Boyd hurried
ly donned his street coat, the old man
turned and FASTENED from the office
and down the corridor stairs, much
as if his immediate presence in Beaver
street was of paramount importance.
Boyd beat him out by taking Il Gao,
however. and was first to arrive at
the building i'm which the bond
broker had an Office. II was
AN inferior old building of brick
and stone, located in a section where
the Improvements of later years have
Obliterated most of the structures of
those days, and wrought such changes
that but few Will recall the scenes here
described
Upon leaving the cab, Boyd was met
by Jimmie Coleman, the central office
man, at the door of a narrow, poorly
lighted corridor making toward the
rear Of the building, with a flight of
stairs at one side leading to the floors
above. In the corridor was a group of
men, among them policeman, and
Coleman quickly and quietly explained
the situation to Boyd.
There's something amiss in. Cola
more's office" said he. L happened
along Just as Janway. his clerk, was
appealing to Officer Burke. knowing
Collamore To be a client of yours, Felix,
l at once telephoned to you, and have
kept matters hanging by the eyelids till
you arrived
Have you been into the office?'
Not yet. Cannot get in without
forcing an entrance"
why do you suspect anything
wrong
Because the door of the front office
is secured with a guard chain inside,
yet the door is not locked. We can
open it a few inches"
All, / see muttered Boyd, glanclng
sharply toward the door mentioned. |
How long since the situation was dis
covered, Jimmie?"
Barely ten minutes. l at once sent
for you. Janway came down here as
usual to open the office, and found"
wait u bit, Jimmie. I'll question
him. Have Burke keep those men out
as far as the foot of the stairs"
Coleman nodded and proceeded to
comply, while Boyd STROBE farther into
the corridor and accosted the bond |
brokers' clerk.
Good morning, Janway,' said he. |
with a sharp glance at the young mans /
face. DO you generally open this Office I
in the morning."
Janway was a tall, well-built man of /
twenty-five, with an attractive face and |
an abundance Of fluffy, curly hair. He |
obviously was much disturbed, as ap-
pedTed IN his ashy paleness and dilated /
blue eyes; yet Boyd noticed that he /
hard a ring of keys in his 4
hand, and thus uncOnsciOusly betrayed 1
the mental effort with which he was /
his outward compOsure.
surely some i'll has befallen Mr.. Col |
lamCre." he hurriedly replied. Yes. |
Mr. Boyd, I always open mornings. |
Here is the key, sir, but it's useless |
now. The guaTd-chain is on. as you /
sae. which plainly shows that Mr.. Col |
lamore still is i'm the office"
he n
few inches, at which point it. was !
checked with an ordinary brass guard |
chain. running 10 a socket secured to /
the side casing. PeeTing through the /
narrow opening. however, Boyd could /
see that part of the office nearest the /
front windows, and noted that the cur |
tains were drawn.
"CollamOTe occupies the two rooms ON |
this floor does he not?' he bluntly |
asked, reverting 10 Janway.
Yes, sir. The front one is a general !
office, with desks for myself and the I
office boy. The back is Mr.. Collamore's /
private Officer"
rs there any way out except by this
door?'
None in use, sir. There is an old /
from the back office and /
down through the cellar. but that is /
never used. Il has not been opened |
for years"
There's somebody within, or that /
chain could not have been left adjusted. |
How many clerks are employed here?" |
only the office boy and myself
'Who closed the office last EVENING""
Until L arrived this morning and /
found the door thus, I supposed Mr.. /
CollamOre to have closed ii"
You left him here when you went 1
homer"
Yes sir. at half-past six" replied /
Janway. mOistening his dry lips. AL 1
bert the Office boy, had gone an hour /
earlier. I waited to help Mr.. Coilamore
balance some bond transactions made /
in the market yesterday, then left him /
at work on his private books. He acts
as trustee for several persons, and, it
being nearly the first of the year. he /
was engaged in preparing statements
Of their accounts. He came with me
as far as this door when l departed, 4
and remarked that he would not lock /
it, but would adjust the suard-chain
against the possibility OF any unwel-
come intruders."
'Humphr' srowled Boyd, with a
subtle CLEAN of his attentive. gray eyes.