The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-02

| Now" continued Clarke, as we set
| tied back in our seats, assuming that
you have come over from the camp of
the enemy, let us count our forces and
see wherein our little army of facts is
superior to that Of the police. First the
motive. Jealousy and robbery, say the
police, but I never knew of these two
impulses to work together. Their case
would be stronger with either of these
question. and we have Miss Morrison S
word that he was not jealous, and the
testimony of the levers that he was not
in the car
| And against this I said, "the police
are holding a man who started in the
car with Garner, who, when arrested
In his apartments after a lapse of am
pie time for him to have returned by
cars from the scene of the crime, has
blood spots on his coat and is laboring
under stress of great excitement More
over. he has tacitly admitted the act,
| and makes no effort at an alibi. Our
friends. the enemy, will call it perfect
chain of evidence"
| Yes, but perfect chains Of evidence
sometimes have weak links. and then
the whole chain is worthless. We have
! found two weak links; the motives
and the levers. l might add a third,
the cigarette; but here we are out of
the tunnel and at the city hail."
When we entered the gloomy corri-
doris of Central station, Clarke at once
sought out Inspector Ship. who hap
pened to be in charge and begged for
an interview with Edgerton.
I'D like to favor you, Mr.. Clarke"
said the inspector, although it's very
irregular. 1 can't refer to you as his
lawyer, as he has refused to employ
one; still 1 can't forget several little
turns you have done for me. and so I'll
see if he wants to talk to YOU"
Here we met stumbling block of
formidable proportions. Inspector Ship
returned with the word that the pris-
oner absolutely refused to see anyone.
Then, inspector, 1 wish you would
lock me up in the cage next to Edger-
ton. and preferably on the side his
bunk is on. if that one is empty. You
can do that, can't you, and leave me
there for an hour? 1 may be able to
interest him through the grating"
well, l guess / can, but it isn't
often they come here asking to be
locked up. Come on downstairs"
Better go out and have your
luncheon in the meantime, Sexton"
said Clarke. as he and the inspector
disappeared down the iron stairway
At the restaurant to which went for
luncheon 1 met some friends, jovial
COOL fellows, and we tarried long over
the coffee and cigars. When 1 finally
broke aay, l realized in dismay that
fully two hours had elapsed since |
parted from Clarke. l hurried at once
to the station. and there found a la
comic note from him.
Cant wait any longer. Come at once
to 435 Fourth avenue"
They've only been gone about ten
minutes" said the captain who handed
me Clarke's note. The inspector is
with him. Don't know what they're up
to-
l lost no time getting to the address
named. which proved to be a low re-
sort knew well as the harboring place
of thieves, and a breeding spot for the
worst forms of vice and crime The
gaudy front opened into a rather inno-
cent-looking bar and that on smaller
rooms beyond.
/ went in boldly, and at a venture,
said authoritatively to the barkeeper,
who was serving solitary customer:
THE inspector just came in with a
plain-clothes man. Where are they
now?"
He. taking me as I expected him to.
for lily cop" said nothing but perked
his thumb expressively in the direction
of the depths beyond
Just as / was about to enter the
swinging doors an awful hubbub arose
from within, the sound of chairs hurled
violently to the floor, the crash of
breaking glass and overturning tables,
curses, and the deep breathing of men
in deadly battle. The one customer,
who had pricked up his ears at the
mention of the inspector, fled incon-
tinently. The barkeeper, schooled by
long experience to no interference with
the law other than to break it where
safe. wiped glasses as if nothing was
happening. l pushed the doors aside
and rushed in.
The scene that met my eyes was
over in less than the time necessary to
describe II, but it was thrilling while
1t lasted. Two men were locked in
deadly embrace, Keeling about the
room. overturning tables and chairs,
while a third circled around them
watching for a chance to administer
the Quietus with the butt of a pistol.
The man in the embrace of the stran-
ger was Clarke. The one with the
pistol the inspector. The stranger had
a long knife in his right hand which
he was trying to brIHg to bear on
Clarke's anatfny. but / was pleased to
note that The wrist of the hand that
held the blade was encircled with four
fingers and a thumb that / knew pos
sessed a grip like a pipe-wrench.
The affair could have but one end
ing, and 1 did not see that / could be
of any use. With one powerful effort
Clarke brought his opponents head
within range of the butt of the in
spector's revolver. there was a quick
tud and limp form slipped out of
his arms to the floor.
Despite the blood which ran down
his face from the cut in his forehead,
the CRIME, and the torn clothing and
disheveled hair, 1 knew h:al from the
pictures that filled the days papers
1t was Arthur EdgertOn.
What devils trick is this you're
playing on me, Mr.. Clarke?" roared
the inspector. I'VE left this man at
the station not half an hour ago. How
comes it that you lead me here on a
false scent and then drag my own
prisoner out of that room and force
me to slug him."
II didn't lead you on a false scent,
inspector" returned Clarke. with
grim smile. Il gave you my word of
honor that il you would come with me
1 would give you the privilege of ar
resting the real murderer of Harrison
Garner. There he Is, and all you have
to do is to handcuff him. He'll he
around IN y,,ip,,fa thonoh