The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-09-20
A TALE OF MYSTERY
AND ADVENTURE

fully dressed. with his newly bought
rug for covering.
He was so utterly tired, so exhausted
physically and mentally by the sturm
und drang of this eventful day, that
he was soon sound asleep when the
two men returned.
They saw him through the window.
''Mss a fine lad" said the inspector,
thoughtfully. II wonder what he is
gotng 10 make of himself. We might
have asked him who his friends were.
but they are not badly off. or he could
not have got that bag and his new
to connect him with that diamond
story"
IT'S hard to say" observed the con-
stable.
Il will look around and have a chat
with him in the morning. Poor. little
chap, He's sleeping like a top now"
The inspector called at No. john
sons News soon after 10 next morning.
but the door was locked and the bird
flown. He spoke to Mason after that
worthy was remanded for a week, but
a nights painful seclusion had sealed
the burglars lips. He vowed, with fear
full emphasis. to get even with the
kid who 'ahted'' him. for the police
mans evidence had revealed the truth
concerning the arrest. But not another
word would Mason say about the dia-
monGs, and for little while the inspec-
tor placed his overnight revelations in
the category of myths familiar TO the
police in their daily dealings with
criminals.
Philip awoke shortly before Z.
He was cold and stiff The weather
obi nd tt,ar MO M ~
teor in the back yard to keep the tenn
perature of the house at grateful
point. during the night.
But his active, young frame quickly
dissipated the effects OF a deep sleep
on a draughty floor. He washed his
face and hands at the sink in the soul
lery, and his next thought was for
breakfast. a proof. if proof were need
ed. that he arose refreshed in mind
and body.
In the Mile End Road there are plenty
of early morning restaurants. At one
OF them he made a substantial meal.
ana on his return to the news he lost
not moment in carrying out sys-
tematic search through all parts of the
house and yard for any traces of the
meteor which might have escaped his
ken in the darkness.
Amidst the earth and broken stones of
the excavation were a few fragments of
ore and some atomic specimens Of the
diamantiferous material-not sufficient
all told TO fill the palm of his hand
But he gathered them for obvious rea-
sons and then devoted five vigorous
minutes with O'Brien's spade TO the
task of filling up the deep hole itself.
By lowering the flagstones and break
ing the earth beneath he soon gave the
| small yard an appearance of chaos that
might certainly puzzle people, but
which would afford no possible clew to
the nature of the disturbing element.
At best they might imagine that the
dread evidence of some weird crime lay
in the broken area. If so they could
dig until they were tired But. indeed,
he was now guarding against most
unlikely hypothesis. The probability
was that Johnson's News would sooE
cease to exist and become almost as
fabulous as the Island of Atlantis.
Moreover. he had project dimly out
lined in his mind which might become
definite if all went we'll with him that
| day. Then the ownership of No 3,
Johnson's News. would cease TO trou-
bic him, for Philip was quite sure the
whole power of the law would be in
voked TO prevent him from dealing with
his meteor if once the exact place where
it fell became publicly known.
O'Briens shop was scarcely open be-
| fore Philip was there with mis- remain
ing portmanteau.
"Arrah. Phil. me bhoy, where in the
name OF goodness are We gatherin' the
| beautiful. leather TRUNKS FROM" the
pensioner asked.
This is the last one" laughed the
boy. Il am off now 10 find a cab. and
you won't see me again until Monday.
'FaiX, he's a wonderful lad entirely.
commented the old man. What sort
of plundher has he in the bags. at all
at all?''
In idle curiosity he lifted the last ad-
ditlon to the pile. 1t was normal. even
light in weight. Then he nodded know
ingly.
"A lot of ould buds belongin' to Mrs.
Arson, I'll be boun' All. well, the Lord
rest her sowl. tits she was
the fine woman. I wish ! had some
one as clever as her to write for me 70
that thafe of the worrld who thried-'
| AS there are no signs in the art OF
literature similar to those which serve
the needs of musicians, whereby
thoughts can be expressed da capo. like
a musical phrase, without risk OF
wearying the reader. il must be under
stood that Philip had returned from
far-away Fenchurch Street Station
| with fOur-Wheeler DetOre - Brlen eX'
hausted the first TRADE of the day
against the War Office.
With a cunning that amounted tC
genius. the boy placed the large, light
portmanteau and the two small, heavy
ones on the roof of the vehicle, where
the driver did not notice the leas
popularity in their weight.
The two large. heavy bags he man
aged to lift into the interior. one o.
them needing all his resources TO carr,
1t from the shop door II the cab. Wer'
he not fresh and untred he could no
have done It. AS il was, the effort wa:
a splendid success.
The cabman knew little, and O'Briei
less, of the tremendous avoirdupois o
this innocent-looking baggage A long
suffering horse may have had his priv
ate views, but he did not express them
Saying good-by to the pensioner II
the shop, Philip took good care tina
none overheard his direction to tn
driver. In about three-quarters of al
hour he numbered into Charing eros
Station without soul in the East En-,
being aware of his destination.
Where to. sir?" asked a porter VIII
opened the door for him.
IT only want these bags to be takel