The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-01-05


doubt in Amelia's case it was merely a
question of rouge and hair dye: but
what woman would not sooner confess
TO a forgery or a murder than to those
toilet secrets?
I returned to Charles, therefore, and
spent half an hour in composing, as
well as I might, these little domestic
difficulties. In the end it was arranged
that if Charles did his best to protect
Cesarine from arrest Amelia would con-
sent TO do her best in return on behalf
of Nine. Picardet
We had next the police to taclxle-a
more difficult business. Still, even they
were reasonable. They had caught
Colonel Clay, they believed, but their
chance of convicting him depended en-
tirely upon Charles Identification, with
mine to back it. The more they urged
the necessity of arresting the female
confederates, however. the more stoutly
did Charles declare that for his part
he could by no means make sure of
Colonel Clay himself while he utterly
declined to give evidence of any sort
against either of the women. 1t was a
difficult case, he said. and he felt far
from confident even about the man. If
his decision faitered and he failed TO
identify, the case was closed; no jury
could convict with nothing to convict
upon.
AT last the police gave way. No other
course was open to them. They had
made an important capture. but they
saw that everything depended upon Sc
curing their witnesses. and the wit
nesses, if interfered with, were likely
to swear to absolutely nothing.
Indeed, as 1t turned out, before the
preliminary investigation at Bow street
was completed with the usual re-
mands), Charles had been thrown into
such a state of agitation that he wished
he had never caught the Colonel at all
Il wonder, Sey," he said to me- why
I didn't offer the rascal two thousand
year TO go right off TO Australia, and
be rid Of him forever 1t would have
been cheaper for my reputation than
keeping him about in courts of law in
England. The worst of it is, when once
the best of men gets into a witness box
there's no saying with what shreds and
tatters of a character he may at last
come out of it,
dutifully, there can be no such doubt;
except. perhaps. as regards the Craig
Ellachie Consolidated.
Then came the endless bother of get
ting up the case" with the police and
the lawyers. Charles would have re-
tired from ii altogether by that time,
but, most unfortunately, he was bound
over to prosecute.
You wouldn't take a lump sum to
let me off" he said, jokingly, to the
inspector But / knew in my heart
it was one of the true words spoken
in jest that the proverb tells of.
OF course. we could see now the whole
building up of the great intrigue. II
ha6 heaaFa a. oor pfffIIx a 10 TfNh-
borne swindle. Young Finglemore,
as the brother of Charles broker,
knew from the outset ali about his af-
fairs, and, after a gentle course of pre-
liminary roguery, he laid his plans deep
for a campaign against my brother-in-
law. Everything had been deliberately
designed beforehand. A place had been
found for Cesarine as Amelia's maid
needless to say, by means of forged
testimonials. Through her aid the
swindler had succeeded in learning still
more of the family ways and habits and
had acquired a knowledge of certain
facts which he proceeded forthwith to
use against us.
His first attack. as the seer. had been
cleverly designed so as to give US the
idea that we we're a mere casual prey;
and it did not escape Charles notice
now that the detail of getting Nine
Picardet to inquire at the Credit Mar
seillais about his bank had been sol
EMMY gone through on purpose to blind
US to the obvious truth that Colonel
Clay was already in full possession OF
all such facts about is. 1t was by Ces-
arine's aid, again, that he became pos
sessed of Amelia's diamonds, that he re-
ceived the letter addressed to Lord
Craig-Ellachie, and that he managed
to dupe us over the Schloss Lebenstein
business. Nevertheless, all these things
Charles determined to conceal in court
he did not give the police a single fact
| that would turn against either Cesa-
rine or Nine Picardet
AS for Cesarine, of course, she left
the house Immediately after the arrest
of the Colonel, and we heard of her nc
more till the day of the trial.
When that great day came I never
saw more striking sight than the Old
Bailey presented. 1t was crammed to
overlooking. Charles arrived early. ac-
companied by his solicitor. He was sc
white and troubled that he looked much
more like a prisoner than prosecutor
Outside the court a pretty little wo-
man stood, pale and anxious. A re-
spectful crowd stared at her silently.
who is that" Charles asked
Though we could both of us guessed
rather than see, it was the white
Heather"
That's the prisoners wife" the In
speCtOr on duty replied. She's wait
ing TO see him enter. I'm sorry for her,
poor thing. She's a perfect lady"
so she seems" Charles answered
scarcely daring to face her.
At that moment she turned. Her eyes
fell upon his. Charles paused for a sec
ond and looked faltering. There was
in those eyes Just the faintest CLEAN of
pleading recognition, but not a trace OF
the Did saucy, defiant vivacity. Charles
framed his lips to words, but without
uttering a sound. Unless I greatly mis-
take. the words he framed on his lips
were these: II will do my best for
him"
We pushed our way in, assisted by the
police. Inside the court we saw lady
seated, in a quiet black dress. with a
becoming bonnet. A moment passed
before / knew-it was Cesarine.
"Who is-that person." Charles asked
once more of the nearest inspector. de-
string to see in what way he would de-
scribe her.
And once more the answer came,
That's the prisoners wife, sir"
Charles stared back, surprised. But
i was told-a lady outside was Mrs.
Paul Finglemore," he broke in, much
puzzled.
Very likely" the inspector replied,
unmoYed. I'VE have plenty that way.
When a gentleman has as many aliases