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

over and tell Johnson 10 gct ouI VI
there, or II pot at him with my re-
| volver.' -..,s >,
lyon can tell him that Yourself,
Mcknight paused and bent forward
''Hello, here's a visitor; llttie man
with string halt. ;, ~, enr,.
N:I won't see him ] said firmly
"I'vc been bothered enough with re-
We listened together to Mrs. klop-
ton g consolidating tones in the lower
| hall and the creak of the boards as sh9
came heavily up the stars; she had
n piece Of paper in her hand Torn iIoIn
| n rocket account book. and on ~ WE
| the name, ''Mr. Wilson Budd lloIeh
kiss. Important business,
UOh, well, show him up, ] sald re,
sigprdly. "You d better put those
cards away, Richey. I fancy II S inc
rector of the church around the cor
ner. - hi,
But when the door, opened TO admit
n curiously alert little man, adjusting
his classes with nervous fingers, my
face must have shown my dismaE'
II was the amateur detective OF the
! Ontariol :,,,
Here was the one survivor OIL tht
wrecked car who could do me any
] amonnt of harm There was no hope
, that he had forgotten any of the IN,
eliminating details IN fact, he held
in his hand the very note book which
| contained them :.
His manner was restrained, but n
was evident he was highly eXcited., !
introduced him to Mcknight, who has
the imagination ! lack, and who placed
him at once mentally.
~ only learned Yesterday that You
had heen-er-saved,' y he sad rapid
Nv. ''Terrible accident-unspeakable
Dream about it all night and think
about il all day. Broken arm?''
be different T; 1t from rom other people" Nc
Knight drawled lazily. glnred at
him, there was nothing to be gained
by antagonizing the little man.
"Yes. fractured humerus, which
ism Z as funny as il sounds.
Oh m erus- humorous. Pretty
keep up your spirits pretty well, con-
sidering everything
"You seem 10 have escaped injury,
] parried He was fumbling FOR some
thing in his pockets.
eyes, ] escaped he replied alb.
stractedly. Remarkable thing, TOO. l
haven't a doubt would have broken
my neck, but ] landed on-you II never
guess what! | landed head first on
the very pillow which was under in
spcction at the time of the wreck.
You remember, dom you' Where did
| put that package
He found it finally and opened 1t
on table, displaying with some thea
tricalism a rectangular piece of mus
lin and similar patch of striped tick.
ing.
"You recognize it'' he said. "The
stains, you see. and the hole made by
! the dirk | tried to bring away the
entire pillow, but they thought | was
stealing it, and made me give it up.
-. 4 /. ~,
) "By George he said. "and you
carry that around in your pocket.
What if you should mistake it for your
handkerchief?
But Mr.. Hotchkiss was not listening
> He stood bent somewhat forward, lean
. ing over the table. and fixed ME with
his ferret.like eyes.
EHave you seen the evening papers
/ Mr.. Blakeley!" he inquired
] glanced to where they lay un
opened, and shook my head.
"Then | have a disagreeable task.
| he said with evident relish. "Of course
/ YOU had considered the matter of the
man Harrington S death closed, after
, the wreck ! did myself. As far as
y was concerned, ] meant TO let it re
main so. There were no other sur
vivors, at least none that [ knew of
, and in spite of circumstances there
were a number of points in your ia
vor.
"Thank you,' I put in, with a sar
/ casm that was lost on him.
81 verified your identity, for in
, stapce, as soon as ] recovered from the
shock. Also, 7 found on inquiring OF
, your tailor that you invariably wore
dark clothing"
Mcknight came forward threatening
lly "Who are you, anyhow?' he de
manded. "And how is this any busi
L
entirely unrufhed.
II have a minor position here" he
said, reaching for n visiting card. 81
am very small patch on the seat OF
, government, sir.
Mcknight muttered something about
certain offensive designs against the
! said patch, and retired grumbline
, TO the window. Our visitor was open
ing the paper with tremendous ex
, penditure of energy
"Here it is. Listen. He read
rapidly aloud
'The Pittsburg police have sent to
Baltimore two detectives who are look
!, ing up the survivors of the illfated
that Simon Harrington, the Wood
street merchant of that city. was not
killed in the wreck. but was murdered
in his berth the night preceding the
accident Shortly before the collision
, John Flanders, the conductor of the
Flyer. sent this telegram to the chief
of police:
''' Body Of f'Simon Harrington found
stabbed in his berth, lower ten. Ontario
at siX.thirty this morning.
JOHN FLANDERS, Conductor
"It is hoped that the survivors of
the wrecked car Ontario will be found
to tell what they know of the dis.
covery of the crime,
'Mr. John Gilmore. head of the steel
, company for which Mr., Harrington was
, purchasing agent, has signifed his in.
, tention of sitting the matter TO the
bottom, -
: $50 you see" Hotchlliss concluded,
"there S trouble brewing. You and /
are the only survivors of that unfortu-
r nate car
| did not contradict him, but ! knew
of two others, at least: Alison West
and the woman he had left beside the
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