The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-05-26

D9iteu f0f nome ana remained t1ere
till dark, Just as you directed. I'm TO
have the price agreed. mind you. Hav-
! ing nailed the sparklers for you Oh,
oh, aren't they beauties?"
i The sight of the open package had
evoked from her a series of delirious
little screams, as she bowed eagerly
forward to view the jewels displayed.
On a square piece OF velvet contained
in the parcel. which Cashmere now had
spread open on the table, lay half-a-
hundred choice unset stones-dian1onds,
sapphires and rubies, radiant with
1 myriads of seiHtillating beams, a daz-
zling display indeed in the rays of the
hanging lamp above them.
"Beauties-I should say So ex-
claimed Cashmere, feasting his eyes
upon them with grim exultation. They
are as fine a lot as we have imported
for years. They'll keep me above water
for awhile longer, at all events, and
Il when / have realized upon them and
have the cash in my jeans Hark! By
heaven. there's the door bell, Slip into
the parlor, where it's dark-till ] learn
who rang. Not a move from you--not
a sound--whatever happensr'
The clang of the bell OH the front
DIOR had resounded through the house.
! In compliance with the desuitory
phrases that had issued with affrighted
I vehemence from Cashmere's lips sud-
denly grown gray as ashes, the girl
! darted beyond the drawn portiere be-
tween the two rooms and concealed
herself in the parloF.
I Cashmere, meantime, quickly refold-
ed the gems in the parcel and thrust il
into his pocket. Then he caught up an
/ evening newspaper, aiming TO give coll
/ or to his solitude, ami strobe through
the front hail and opened the outer
/ door.
Mr.. Felix Boyd, with his lands thrust
into his pockets stood waiting in the
vestibule.
II say, Cashmere, why don't you have
| a Telephone" he cried with a genial
laugh. lit would have saved me
jaunt out here tonight l tried in vain
/ TO reach both you and Bragg by wire,
then needs must come out here
Though CHASTITY pale for a moment,
Cashmere had his nerves well steadied
before Boyd ended his glib remarks,
and his color began to return. He ut
tered An ejaculation of surprise, adding
quickly.
rs it indeed you, Mr.. BOYD? ?"
None other" laughed Boyd. Il hope
you'll pardon my coming to your home
| on a business matter, but l could not
well defer it until morning.
| "Certainly-y-ouv done just right"
cried Cashmere, with a heartiness de-
signed TO cover the perturbation caused
BY his first secret misgivings, which
| Boyd's manner now had somewhat dis
PEELED. Come into the library. I'm
alone here, and was half asleep over d
| daily newspaper Not a word in it
about the robbery, by the way, nor
about that Hart girl. I wonder that
| the reporters did not get onto it in
time The dickensl You're not hurt,
are you?"
mo, no, not in the least! I hope
| you'll excuse me. L didn't observe the
ottoman on the floor. l haven't injured
these blinds, have /? How Internally
| clumsyp'
With a move so cleveFly executed as
to entirely preclude suspicion, Boyd had
stumbled over an ottoman lying near
| the library table and had pitched
headlong against the blinds of the
| French window. He scrambled up while
/ hurriedly making his apologies, at the
same time readjusting the disordered
blind, and his startled companion failed
to detect the one rapid move for which
| the entire episode was designed.
| With amazing dexterity, while re-
placing the blinds, Boyd quietly shot
/ back the bolt securing the French WIN
dow.
In the silence of the adjoining veran-
! ttfes SSo1INC d HUI away lEOll IflG glass
pane, stood the central office man, smiI-
/ ing grimly in the surrounding dark
/ ness.
No, no. you have not damaged the
! blinds" laughed Cashmere, fastening
to kick the ottoman into one corner.
4 at first thought you had broken your
head, however"
L should have had my eyes open,"
said Boyd, taking the chair. Stella Har-
[ I,
my own"
well, well, there's no harm done.
Mr.. Boyd" and Cashmere resumed his
| former seat at the table. Upon what
! business have you called at this hour?
Presumably about the robbery"
| Exactly"
What about it? Has the Hart girl
| cOnfessed?"
NO. She's as dumb as an oyster"
Then you have not located the
mo, not yet But 1 hope before long
to do so.'
| A wicked CLEAN leaped up in Cash
mere's eyes, but vanished almost in
stantly. Not for a moment had his gaze
left Boyd's inscrutabte countenance, yet
now he drew his chair little nearer
| the table between them and glanced
furtively at one of the drawers within
a few inches of his hand
| Boyd, smiling family, had Iounged
back in his chair and sat with his
| thumbs in the pockets of his vest, an
air and attitude of unconcern that
rather perplexed his observer.
Yes, 1 hope soon to locate them, Mr.
Cashmere" he repeated when the lat
ter vouchsafed no reply. Not, how
ever, through any confession by the
Hart girl. for she persistently asserts
her innocence "
Absurd growled Cashmere. THE
evidence is irFefutabIe."
80 / am inclined TO think" nodded
Boyd. incidentally, however. she has
disclosed one fact about which l wish
to consult you"
What factT'
"She states that her raincoat, also
the hat and veil she wore today, were
purchased at your store"
We'll. suppose they were? What of
it?"
only this replied Boyd Il wish to
know if you can suggest any way by
which we might trace persons who
have purchased similar garments? In
that way. Cashmere, we might hit upon