The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-12-12

"I"of course T expected it," he
said But-Nlrs. Klopton said over
The telephone that you had brought
home a grip and ! hoped-wcll, Lord
knows we ought not to complain.
lifted his glass. Happy days, old
mani
"If you will give me that black bot
lie and teaspoon. | IL drink chat in
arnica, or whatever the stuff is; Rich,
the notes were gone before the
wreckl''
He wheeled and stared at me, the
bottle in his hand. 'Lost, straYcd, or
stoleu2' he qucricd with forced light
ness
''Stoleu. although believe the theft
was incidental to something else
Mrs. Klopton came in at that mo.
mcnt, with an egg nog in her hand She
glanced at the clock. and, without ad-
| dressing anyone in particular. she IN
timated that it was time for selt,re' RI
! spectiug folks TO be at home in bed.
Mcknight, who could never. resist
| fling at her back. spoke to me in a stage
| whisper.
"'Is she talking stilll or again?' he
asked. lust before the door closed,
There was seconds indeclslon with
the knob. then, Judging discretion the
|
'.Now, then Mcknight said, set
fling himself in chair beside the, bed
''spit it out. Not the wreck know
all I want about that. But the THEFT.
can tell you beforehand that IT was
woman
had crawled painfully out of bed,
and was in the act of pouring the egg
nog down the pipe of the washstand'
| paused. with the glass IN the AR.
-, T.
.'What makes YOU think that?
'You don Z know the first principles
of a good detective yarn, he sad
scorufnlly. "Of course. II was the wo-
man in the empty house next door;
You said it was brass pipes, you VIII
remember. Well-on with the dance;
let ioy be unconfncd.
So-I told the story; | had told ~
so many times that day that | did 1t
automatically. And ! told about the
girl with the bronze hair, and my sps'
picions. But / did not mention AN
SON West. Mcknight listened to the
end without interruption. When | had
finished he drew long breath,
sWell'' he said. That some
thing of a mess, ism Z il? II you can
only prove your mild and childlike dis
nosition. thev couldn't hold You for
the murder-which is regular ten
twent-thirt crime, anyhow; But the
notes-that's different They are not
burned. anyhow. Your man WASH & on
the train-therefore he WASH Z IN the
wreck. If ne didn't know what he was
taking, as YOU seem TO think. he prop
ably reads the papers, and unless ne 5
hathcad, he S awake by this flme 10
what he's got He'll try TO sell them
TO Bronson, probably
"Or 10 us ] put in.
We said nothing for "A few minutes;
Mcknight smoked cigarette ana
stared al n photograph Of Candida over
the mantel Candida is the best pony
for heavy mount in seven states.
.'I didn I go to Richmond - he OBJ oh,
served finally. The remark followed
started. Miss West is not home yet
from Seal Harbor.''
Receiving no response, he lapsed
again into thoughtful silence. Mrs.
Klopton came in Just as the clock
struck one, and made preparation for
the night by putting n large, gaudy,
comfortable into an armchair IN the
dressing room, with smaller, stlh-
backed chair for her feet. She was
| wonderfully attired in A dressing gown
that was reminiscent. in parts, of all
the ones she had given me for half
dozen Christmascs, and she had 2
purple veil wrapped around her head
to hide Heaven knows what deficiency
She examined the empty egg-nog glass
inquired what the evening paper had
said about the weather, and then she
stalked into the dressing room, and
prepared. with much ostentatious
creaking. to sit up all night.
We fell silent again, while Mcknight
traced a rough outline of the berths on
the white table cover and puzzled 1t
out slowly. 1t was something like this