The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-12-06

next secured what information ! could
about the amount of gold bullion the
company had stored in safe deposit
vaults, but this was a difficult matter
to get at, as much of its stock was
stored or supposed to be stored in its
own vaults.
1 put in two OF three days spelling
nice, clean sheets of paper with figures
that ran far into the millions, at the
end of which laborious task, for l have
never been good mathematician. l
had the solution of the swindle worked
QUITO my own satisfaction, at least.
However, 1 had mighty little evidence
that would stand in law court. and
this was precisely what had been sent
out west to gather The chief impressed
upon me that there must be conclusive
proof of bona fide mining venture or
of a swindling game. He thought il
would be the latter. and so did /. for
that matter.
The thing now before me was TO get
proof one way or the other, ard l set
about it,, realizing mere than ever that
l was face to face with a problem that
was going to tax my ingenuity to the
fullest. It all turned on the little
building at the mine. This was the
point about which all of my theories
conferred; II was the milk in the cocoa
nut. and l was satisfied that when l
strained il l would bag covey of the
| shrewdest rogues that had ever planned
to part gullible public from its hard
earned money.
There was no rest for me awake or
asleep. 1 thought over the matter
awake ard dreamed of il when ] tried
to sleep. / couldn't figure out a plan
! for gaining admittance to the secret
confines of the little building. al
though 1 conceived 10 less than
hundred schemes, some of them fool
hardy and romantic i'm the extreme.
/ ! had almost worked myself into
fever over it when. one night, l went
up to my room at the little hotel of
the mining camp after supper and sat
down to read myself TO sleep. I had
bought couple of paper-back novels
at the drug store, from it's rather lin
tied stock, and among them there was
a copy of Victor Hugos masterpiece.
| i had read the book before, but il was
a favorite of mine and I hadn't much
choice in the mater OF selection. I
was so wrought up over the question
| of getting into the refining plant that
! connected reading was out of the ques-
ton, so ! skipped about through the
| book, reading a chapter here and a bit
\ there until l came TO the adventure of
! Jean Vatican in the Paris sewers. In
an instant / was tingling in every
my problem. although it was both fool
| hardy and beset with the gravest dan
gers.
| The reducing plant was in a low-set
| building, adjoining the stamp mill, and
| the water supply was conveyed - IL
| from = dam some distance up the can
Won through an iron pipe two feet in
| diameter. The water supply ,W5s I'M
id, aud at eight the f1cw was shut
eff. leaving the pipe empty. had OBJ
served the pipe in my ramblings about
the neighborhood of the mine, but had
| never thought of it as a possible en-
| trance to he building until I read Of
| tire hunted ] Tan Vatican tafri1g to the
| sewers like a lat to escape his impia-
/ cable foe. Possibly / never should have
thought of it if l had not CHANGED 10
l.uy the ten-cent book at the drug store.
1 This is but an instance of the influence
on our lives of seemingly trivial things.
Tossing the book upon :Ea ;loOr, I
FASTENED out into the night and made
with all sp.'eG for the big pipe. The Wa
ter left the reservoir in a sluice way of
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