The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-05-12

assist in laying the paper smoothly"
I can dc. tibet all right.
That's why l advertised for a tall
man, added Boyd, Using from his chair
and drawing nearer the door of his side
room. The chambers of which 1 have
had plans sent me are twelve feet from
floor TO ceiling. You must stand good
six feet Mr.. larson"
six feet four grinned Targon, ris-
ing and drawing up bis attenuated
frame.
Got a pretty long reach?" queried
Boyd, thrusting his thumb and finger
into his fob pocket
'Ruther, See fur yourself, and
Here. said Boyd abruptly. Take
this, Mr.. Targon, and see if you can
| fix IT one inch from the top rfght-haHd
corner OF that door without the help Of
| a chair
And Felix Boyd quickly placed In the
palm OF the unsuspeeting Han-a small
metal screw-eye
Then he fed quickly back to the door
leaclng into the corridor. and his right
hand went to his hip pocket
TarE0B hung fire scarce an instant
after beholdfng the serew-eye. His lank
figure buckled like racers boom in a
whirlwind- A snarI like that OF a wolf
suddenly trapped broke from him. Half
erouch1ng, with eyes ablaze and lips
drawn tight over his yellow teeth, he
cried, with voice subdued by its
strained ferocity:
Why dye gimme this? Why? why?''
Because cried Boyd sternly. that
one of the screw-eyes you dropped on
the floor of Cooks house last wednes-
day afternoon"
You lie, I didn't drop one, They
weren't this size!" Targon fierceIy in
terrupted. with mingling of rage and
apprehension that blinded him to the
discriminating significance of his own
words
Yet you are wanted. Mr. Targon."
Fur what? Fur what?'
For the shooting of Captain Zach
airy Cook"
/ Get away from tibet doer?''
/ The entire scene was enacted in a
1.-THE of the time taken to describe IT,
With utter desperation pictured in ev-
cry feature, with every nerve quivering
| Targon bounded forward as If to sweep
Boyd from his path.
He was met by the muzzle of Boyd's
revolver, however, while the latter's
cry of warning rang like a trumpet
through the room.
You're a dead man if you try it,
| Targon recOiled as if struck in the
face. Then his eyes fell upon the other
door. and he made the very move Boyd
expected. With a half-choked oath. he
leaped backward, then darted into the
side room-and into the waiting arms
of the two men from the central office
For thirty seconds the sounds that is
sued from the inner room might well
have been those of Gagged wildcat in
a menagerie fire. Boyd smiled grinly,
however, and left the work of subjec-
ton to the two detectives. He slipped
his revolver back into his pocket and
resumed his seat at his desk.
Presently the sounds ceased for the
most part, and then appeared the two
detectives with their man in irons. He
was not however, entirely in all of his
possessions, for his coat and shirt had
been fairly ripped to ribbons in his mad
efforts to escape.
by thunder" painted Coleman. with
a grimaee, hes an Internal Tartar, for
all he's built like a pair of scissors"
Whats that knocking?" cried BOYD
sharply. See who's at the door,
Alderman ran and opened the Office
door.
A lad with q telegram entered, and
Boyd quickly tore open the message and
read it.
"Humph." he calculated. with a
glance at Coleman. Cook died at 10
o'clock this morning"
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"Oh, it has all come out in the wash.
Jimmie. just as / Anticipated To save
his neck, Targon has accepted a life
sentence, and made a clean breast of
the whole business. It's as plain as the
nose on an elephants face"
I've read OF a blind man who once
mistoOk an elephants trunk for a
snake growled the central Office man,
laughing. 1t may be plain to you
Felix, but I'm blessed il you've made
it plain to me-"
Boyd smiled through a wreath of pipe
smoke, and elevated his heels to his
office desk. This was more than a week
subsequent to the arrest of Targon and
the death of Captain Cook.
'I'll make it plain, Jimmie, with a
very few words said he. "Targoii was
Cooks mate during the latter's last
voyage to the south seas. something
like four years ago. On their homewaFd
run, while touching at a South Amerf-
can port for water, the two ran foul
of a New York man who was dying
in local hotel and who entrusted to
them considerable money and O deed of
the piece of land on which Cook subse-
quently built his house"
'Humph, The two miserable dogs
stole the stuff, eh?''
Precisely nodded Boyd. Cook had
charge of 1T, however, and, upon reach
ing port, he gave Targon the slip, in
stead of dividing the plumber: and. aft
er Targons had embarked upon another
three-year cruise. Cook came and built
on the land of which, in another's name.
he held the stolen deed. This deed. so
it happened, never had been recorded,
and Cook was feeling sure that his con-
federate never would locate him, not
having been much Informed about the
stranger they had jointly wronged"
II see.'' nodded Coleman.
Last week" continued Boyd Tar
CONS vessel returned to New Bedford
and he got wind of Cooks whereabouts,
and at once started out on the warpath.
Cook had seen the whaIer's arrival
however. and ne sneaked away to New
Bedford to learn what Targon might
attempt to undertake. He failed to find
him. so returned home. These are the