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

But the medical man refused.
''I wouldn Y even wear champagne.
colored necktic during business hours,
he explained ''By the way, i had an
other case from your accident, Mr..
Blakeley, late yesterday afternoon. I'm.
der the tongue, please He stuck n
thermometer in my mouth.
| had a sudden terrible vision of the
amateur detective coming to light,
note book, cheerful impcrtinencc and
incriminating data. I" A small man?'
l demanded, gray hair,
Keep your mouth closed,' the doc.
tor said pcremptorily. ''No. wo.
man, with fractured skull. Bcauti'
full case. Van Kirk was mp to his eyes
and sent for me. Hcmorrhage, right
sided paralysis, irregular pupils-all
the trimmings. Worked for two
hours, y
"Did she recovcrln McKnight put
a new awe.
"She lifted her right arm before [
left the doctor finished cheerily, $50
the operation was success, even If
she should die. -
"Good Heavens Mcknight. broke
in. "and ! thought you wero Just an
ordinary mortal, like the rest of us'
pretty1'
Yes, and young. Had wealth, Of
bronze ,colorod hair Upon my soul, /
hated TO cut il. -
Mcknight and I exchanged glances:
!'Do You know her name, doctorf'
| asked.
Ono. The nurses said her clothes
came from Pittsburg tailor
"She is not conscious, Supposed.
ono; she may be. tomorrow--or in
week. -
He looked at the thermometer, mur
mured something about liquid dict,
avoiding my eye-Mrs. Klopton was
broiling chop at the time-and took
his departure, humming eheertully as
he went downstairs. Mcknight looked
after him wistfully.
Glove, I wish I had his, constitu,
tioul' he exclaimed. "Ncither nerves
nor heartl What a chauffeur he would
make? 90
But | was serious
"I have an idea 7 said grimly,
"'that this small matter Of the mur,
that your uncle will be in the deuce
of fix if il does. If that woman is
going to die, somebody ought to be
around to take her deposition, She
knows a lot, if she didn't do it her
self I wish you would 90 down ia
the telephone and get the hospital. Find
out her name, and if she is conscious
Mcknight went under protest
haven't much time he said. looking
at his watch g IN to meet Mrs. West
and Alison at one. I want you 10 know
them, Lollie. You would like the moth
or.
"Why not the daughter2' ! in
duired ! touched the little gold bag
under the pillow.
"Well,r he said iudicially, "you we
always declared against the immatur
ity and romantic nonsense of very
young women
~ never said anything of the sort,
| retorted furiously.
:. There is more satisfaction to be
had out of good saddle horse! y he
quoted me. More excitement out OF
polo pony, and as for the eternal
matrimonial chase, give me instead a
good stubble, a fox. some decent hounds
and hunter, and I'll show you tho
real Joys of the chase!
"For Heavens sake. 90 down to Tho
| telephone, YOU make my head ache,
| | said savagcly.
hardly know what prompted me tc
take out the gold purse and look at 1t
II was an imbecile thing to do-call II
| impulse. sentimentality, what you wish
| 7 brought il out. one eye on the door
| for Mrs. Klopton has q ready eye and
noiseless shoe But the house wa:
quiet. Downstairs Mcknight was flirt
| ing with the telephone central anc
there was an odor Of honeset ten in the
air. T think Mrs. Klopton was fasci
mated out of her theories by the ''bone
set' in connection with the fractured
| arm.
Anyhow, ] held up the bag anc
| looked at il. 1t must have been un
fastened, for the next instant there
was an avalanche on the snowheld OF
the counterpane-some money wlsr
| Of a handkerchief, tiny booklet will
thin leaves, covered with a powdery
substance-and a necklace. / drew my
self up slowly and stared at the neck
lace,
| II was one Of tho semi -barbaTic af
| fairs that women are wearing now, 8
heavy pendant Of gold chains and
carved canoes, swung from thir
neck chain of the same metal. The
necklace was broken; in three places
the links were pulled apart and the
tnched. But it was the supporting
chain that held my eye and Fascinated
me with its sinister suggestion. Three
inches of ii had been snapped off. anc
as well as I knew anything on earth
! knew that the bit Of chain that the
amateur detective had found, blooc
stain and all, belonged Just there.
| Ana IDcTc was no one L COulu tHlf
to about it. no one to tell me how hide
ously absurd it was, no one TO give mc
n slap and tell me there are tons OF
| fine gold chains made every year, ol
to point out the long arm of coinci
dence!
With my one useful hand | fumblec
the things back into the bag and thrust
il deep out Of sight among the pillows
Then lay back in a cold pdrspiration
What connection had Alison West will
this crime7 Why had she stared so al
the gun-metal cigarette case that morn
ing on the train7 What had alarmed
her so at the farm house? What hat
she taken back to the gatc7 Why die
she wish she had not escaped from tho
wreck, And last, in Heaven s name
how did part of her necklace become
torn off and covered with blood3
Downstairs Mcknight was still al
the telephone, and amusing himself
with Mrs. Klopton in the interval oi
waiting.
"Why did he come home in a gray
suit, when he went away in a bluef'
he repeated. "Well, wrecks are queer
things, Mrs. Klopton, The suit may
| have turned gray with fright, Or per