The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-06-09

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White, sir; awfully white" vauch-
safed Terry, with a dubious head
shake And he's as thin as skate.
Its strange: Internally strange"
growled Coleman. glaring savagely at
the floor. He must be dipping deep
into some cursedly vicious business.
This is the first time he has ever cut
me dead out of his confidence in this
fashion Not here for days at a time,
Ell? Nor elsewhere that 1 can learn.
I'm hanged if l can fathom it,"
Nor l. Mr. Coleman. for he hash t
told me the first word about" but the
central office man had swung sharp on
his heel and strobe out as he had
strobe in.
His grave. forceful countenance had
resumed its customary expression
however. when he rounded q corner of
Broad street half an hour later and
nearly collided with the bowed figure
of the vender of pencils and pens
Coleman stopped short and stared at
him. while the Jew bowed lower.
smirked slightly, and then presented
his humble tray,
Got good lead pencil there"
asked Coleman, vaguely moved with
compassion.
Gluck's watery gray eyes. indescrib-
ably pathetic, rose to meet those of tie
detective.
"A soft vun or hard?" he huskily in
quired, wheeling olt each word with
hollow rasp through his matted beard.
1T doesn't mater" grOwled Coleman
tossing a coin upon the tray. Never
mind the change. That's near enough.
"A medium vun, maype?"
ANY Will do. Can you get your liv-
ing at this business, old MANI
''VeT. after vashion, sir, l make
both ends meet
They must be Internally near to-
gether them thought Coleman, with
a parting glance at the thin, wretched,
and by no means clearly face and fig
ure.
Gluck stood motionless for some mo-
ments, while the thin lips. amid his
shock of grizzled whiskers. twitched
and curled perceptibly. and a CLEAN
like that of living fire intensified the
watery, brow-beetled eyes that were
following the departing detective.
A hand touched his elbow, and he
turned as if startled.
"Oh, vas it you. TOby?" he gasped.
with covert leer.
A slender, crafty-visaged young fell
low was pretending to select something
from the tray slung at the Jews breast.
do you know that covey, Izzy?" he
CURLY whispered, with a searching
scrutiny of Gluck's beaded face.
The peddler shrugged his rounded
shoulders and nodded frowningly.
Hes vun of der blain-clothes men
from der central office" he huskily re-
Joined. with another reSentful glance
after the detective. Rafferty,, der cop
per. pointed him oud to me- It's der
Nerst time he ever spoke to me, and I
veared he vas going to order me off
der street.
Not likely. Izzy," was the curt re-
ply. You didn't know him before.
Izzy?"
The Jews watery eyes took on look
of mute surprise at the question.
Not l." said ne, How would 1
know nm. Toby?'
1T is well you don't" said the other.
with a suppressed growl. Hes a run
ning-mate of the sleuth you're sta
toned here to watch
The Jews begrimed hands rose with
a gesture of apprehension and surprise.
"Of Poydp' he gasped, with jaw quiv-
ering.
silence! Don't speak his name aloud,
you whiskered mongrelr' Kissed the
other. Even the walls about here
may have ears. Have you seen him
today?"
Gluck's voice dropped to a shivering
whisper.
Not since Vensday." said he. "T
saw him Vensday on der corner of Vail
street
He hasn't been nosing about down
here. eh?"
Not this week, Toby I'll swear to
that. I'm Watching for him With all
der eyes in my head"
And you've seen him only the three
days reported p
'Dree, Toby, that's ALL nodded the
Jew. "Only vunce down here in
vOrtnight. and then he only walked by.
Ven he does more, Toby, know vat
to do. Drust me to do it, Toby"
so l dO-and see that you do it,
The last came with a threatening
growl. yet the speaker cautiously
slipped a folded bank-note into his
hearers ready hand, then pocketed
pencil from the tray and quickly
walked away.
Again there rose in the peddler's eyes
a fire like that of internal fever. a
CLEAN and glitter that wanted only to
revive and wane again, while his fur
tive glances and drawn lips evinced a
mental tension bordering upon frenzy.
Yet still he stood there hour after
hour nearly opposite the building men
ton, as he had stood for days and
weeks, anu not uutl business Wd0ed
and the streets began to appear desert
ed did he shuttle away through the
early wintry darkness and vanish in
the direction of Water street.
Close upon II o'clock that night Jim
ME Coleman sat staring by the glow
ing Goals in the open CRATE of his COM
Portable library. His slippered feet
were elevated to an opposite chair An
evening newspaper was lying lax over
his knees. His mind was absorbed with
depressing thoughts &C rcerning the one
man most dear to him, yet whom of all
men he found most difficult to fathom.
For upward Of three months he had
seen Felix Boyd only at intervals, now
upon the street, sauntering one way or
another with ha5itual quietude and re-
serve. end apparently with no definite
aim; and occasionally he had found
him smoking mOodily i'm his Pine street
office. but invariably wrapped in a re-
serve that could not be penetrated.
morbid taciturnity that would not be
broken.
All this annoyed Coleman-in fact II
worried him: for he knew, as none 9TH
er could know, what it portended in
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