The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-16
WI.-THE SOUL OF
THE BLUE BOkHARA
BY FRANK LOWELL NELSON.

Then you hold that every crime ad-
mits of solution by purely psychologist
cal processes"
The speaker was Collins. friend of nv
youth and well entitled, believe, to
MS reputation as the best police re-
porter in New York
No." continued Carlton Clarke to the
niue company of newspaper men who
mad foregathered with us at the old
Martins after the theatre; mot every
crime. but the immense majority My
argument is that every act of man
when he transcends the normal leaves
Its own distinctive psychological i'm
press that distinguishes one crime from
all other crimes. When these theories,
now in infancy. are better understood
and applied. the detection of crime will
INK with the study of material clews
the tracing of the psychological proc
esses OF the subjective mind that have
led up to the felonious act"
That already is done in the analy-
SIS OF motives" returned Collins.
Doubtless. but what does your po-
lice department detective know Of the
science of the mind?"
Not much. I'll admit; anyway
should like to see some of your the
cries put to the test. i imagine we
should fall back on the police in the
end" replied Collins as the party broke
up.
Why Clarke and I had made a sud-
den trip from Chicago to New York I
could not fathom. 1t was Clarkes do
ing. Business, he said, but beyond the
dispatch OF several mysterious tee-
grams 1 had failel to note anything
but pleasure. However. we were in
stalled In one Of "a SbiDetor,
best boarding houses, where Clarke was
among old friends and the quiet and
freedom Of which we both preferred
10 a hotel room
L rather think you stumped them
with your theories. Clarke" l remarkad
as we walked up Fifth, avenue. Il wish
we might have drawn you out fur
Their"
Il thought the psychological was all
they would assimilate without positive
violence. 1t was not worth while to
hint to their materialistic newspaper
minds the limitless possibilities of The
psychic Your friend Collins was FAR
ticularly combative."
II wish nightly something would
turn up while we are here TO convince
him / replied.
As If in answer to my wish the clang
OF a patrol wagon rang out on the
Washington arch when the galIopIng
horses turned into the square off Fourth
street. As we crossed the street they
drew up to the curb in front of a brow,l-
stone mansion. Out leaped a police Off
Ger. followed by six of his men.
Come on. Sexton and Mr. Clarke"
cried Collins. big case. Murder. Col
onel James Watson Drexlau, retired
Beastly rich; belongs to all the tip
first page. Call came just as | hit
Mulberry street. Beat the rest os the
gang fun twenty MINUTES. All right,
Inspector Clancy: friends OF mine
THE inspector and I have worked
together before" quietly remarked Mr..
Clarke.
We'll. if it isn't DR.. Clarke: Yes.
I'll never forget that tip you gave me
on the Ranthan case ten years ago. l
was a captain then, and Il won my pro-
motion"
BY this time we were up the wind
ing stoop and at the carved walnut
door. where we were admitted by an
aged white-faced butler. The inspector
left his men at the door and we en-
tered a magnificent drawing room. At
its rear. Just in front of a white pilas-
tered archway leading to a library, lay
n tall man with white hair and whiS-
kers. He was I'm evening dress and
across the broad. white expanse of shirt
bosom swept a crimson stain like he
ribbon OF the Legion of Honor.
over the PROSTATE figure. his ear 10
the stethoscope. bent a physician. At
his head, her hand smoothing the white
locks upon the fast chilling brow,
crouched a woman clad in a house gown
of pale blue. She was young. black
haired and beautiful. but seemed crush
cd by the knowledge of the blow that
must fall with the doctors reluctant
decision
Tcrr.r-stricken maids and rnen serv-
ants were running aimlcssiy about. The
butler. who followed US in. stood silent
and helpless. In the dark recess OF