The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-03-08

The two men opposite sat like men
turned TO stone
The stern, steady. coldly merciless
voice of Mr.. Norris Donald did not vary
by the fraction of a degree.
Gentlemen he continued, 'the lines
written under the postage stamps read:
Eleanor is Boydens wife! He shall not
be incriminated. Insure this, If you
and Tamworth kin Faxon, or 1 will re-
veal all,''
"Oh, my Cod" gasped TamwOrth. un-
der his breath.
Here is the letter. Mr.. Coyle! It IS
addressed to you, sir, And now that
have made myself clear"
You viii stop right there!" interrupt
ed Coyle.
White to the lips, with his jaws hard
set and his powerful figure rigid, he
suddenly had raised a revolver above
the edge of the table, aiming it point
blank at Morris Donald's breast.
You know too much" he added, with
suppressed feTocity. What you know
will cost you your life"
Donald glanced over at the weapof
and smiled indifferently-
Going to do it with that?" he asked
dryly.
IF you move hand or foot, or speak
louder than a whisper"
Martin. Martin, desisti You'll be
heard. We are done for unless we can
buy the silence of this man
silence yourself, you fooi.'
With vigilance disarmed by Donald's
outward Indifference and Tamworth's
suppressed half-frenzied interruption.
Coyle glanced for the bare fraction nt
a second at his cOnfederate's CHASTITY
face.
In that fleeting instant Donald's long
right arm swept like a flash over the
table. and with a lightning-like wrench
he wrested the weapon from Coyle
hand.
Under the impulse Of ungovernable
terror. Tamworth leaped up at the same
moment and darted toward the nall
door. Before he could reach il. how
ever. Morris Donald had him by the
shoulder and hurled him back across
the room Both turned at the same
time-only to behold a sight that held
them mOtionless with horror.
Martin Coyle clutching an empty pol
son-vial, was in death commissions IN MS
chair.
Seated in his Court street Office. I'm
Boston. nearly a month later Morris
Donald indifferently read the following
lines forming part of letter Just re-
ceived from Chief Of Police Wagstah:
''The trial has just ended. Tamworth
[
auctions hit the nail squarely on the
head Royce. COyle and TamWorth Went
to the wall in the stock market and
wrecked both banks. The scheme TO t1X
their crimes upon FaXon by killing him
and then getting rid of Boyden, after
ward manipulating the latters books
and so using the remaining funds 10
show a deficit only in the Westside
bank. was precisely what you suspected
"Faxon was slain by Martin Coyle i'm
so crafty a way as TO implicate Boy
den. whom Faxon had been asked to in
vite to his lodgings that morning Inc
subsequent attempts TO lynch Boyden
were secretly melted by Coyle and Tam
worth
Il am filed with wonderment and ad-
miration my dear DQnald. by the re
markabIe acumen and ability YOU dis
played. In this, moreover. I am very
far from being alone. Miss Royce
should say. Mrs. John Boyden. declares
that in all the world there Is not an
other man like Morris Donald
A smile of mOmentary pleasure stof
over the fine face of the reader. ~
twice glanced at the concluding llnes
then tore the letter up and tossed 1t int
| his wastebasket.