The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-16

Harcamp was having some words, and
Miss Katharine was crying"
THAT will do. Fogarty. I've no
doubt you've said too much already"
said voice from the hallway, and
Ranleigh Harcamp stood before us.
Even Clancy. the hero of many
third degree, was taken aback.
SO you were discussing myself and
Miss Drexlau," continued Harcamp,
coldly. II suppose you are only doing
your duty, but you will kindly keep
her name out of this case. 1t will do
no possible good"
The door bell rang 1t was the cor
oner's deputy, accompanied by a horde
of reporters. These latter overran
the drawing room and library seeking
to make up in energy the time they
had lost. Collins had already scored
a clean scoop by telephoning in his
regular city edition, leaving nothing to
his rivals but the morning glOries,
so he suggested that we escape to the
conservatory.
why doesn't your friend Clarke do
something's" he said TO me when we
were out of the confusion. He hasn't
said a word, and I'm beginning to
think all this talk of his wonderful
power of solving mysteries is Chica-
go brand of hot air.
Just wait" l returned. He will
give you a good story yet I have no
doubt he has already found out more
than your inspector Of police. Here
he comes now.
What do you make of it, Clarke ?'
| asked, as ne Joined US. "Mr. Collins
is disappointed that you haven't al
ready pointed out the murderer and
turned him over ia Clancy
We'll, the case is as plain as day up
to a certain point. and then one little
thing comes in and upsets 1t altogeth-
er. Let's see what the inspector
makes of it. All, here he is now Bad
business, inspector. but l suppose you
Our Chicago police could learn a few
lessons here"
"Oh. there's nothing to it, re-
turned Clancy. pompously. Its as
plain as the nose on your face. This
chap Harcamp can clear it all up If
he wants TO. He either did 1t himself.
or Knows who did, and is shielding
somebody. There's hardly evidence to
arrest him, but he'll not get out of the
sight of my men. ! don't like deal
ing with thesee bowling sweIls You
ing with these bowling swells. You
through in a workmanlike manner like
you ought to. But I expect to corner
him and run his head in a trap, and
maybe a moose"
'Oh. you do" said Harcamp. icily
looming up suddenly in the avenue of
palms. You see through it all. Your
perception is wonderful Here is my
card, inspector. You know where to
find me when you want me-"
I've a good mind to lock you up
now. sir" roared Clancy. reddening
But 1 guess you're right. I'll fine
you"
1t was now far into the morning.
and dawn would soon be streaming in
through the windows. The deputy cor
oner had departed. having ordered Mr..
Drexlau's body removed to his bed
chamber. The doctor had left some
time before. saying Miss Drexlau was
sleeping peacefully. oblivious to her
loss under the influence OF an opiate
The reporters had hurried of to catch
recurring extras. leaving only a few
dog watch" and bureau men. The
frightened servants had been dis
missed and Fogarty was watching be-
side his stricken master.
We had adjourned to the great draw
ing room away from the sickenine
sweetness of the conservatory.
studied the quiet raagnificence of the
room and tried TO picture the scene
that had been enacted there but
few short hours before. The rug
which Mr.. Drexlau had stained with
his life's blood had been removed
and the room set in order. Nothing
remained to tell of the great. grim,
dark thing that was busying the mint
of each.
If only they could tell what they
had seen, these works OF the nimble
tireles fingers of the east, that per-
haps a hundred years before had
woven the settings of the tragedy;
that Washington over the huge. deep
fireplace; that Coro; those superb
marines,
mentally.
who knows; perhaps they mayE
whispered Clarke, reading my I'M
spoken words. as only his marvellous
mind could do.