The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-11-28

hand TO take 1t. Then [ drew my arm
| back
@ ] don't want it," 7 said. "Look
| inside. Maybe the other man took
the money and left the wallet"
The conductor opened it, and again
there was, curious surging forward of
the crowd. To my intense disappoint-
mcnt the money was still there,
! / stood blanlIly miserable while it
was counted out-fve one hundred.dol-
lar bills, six twenties, and some fves
and ones that brought the total to six
hundred and fifty dollars.
| The little man with the notebook in
| sisted on taking the numbers of the
| notes, 10 the conductors annoyance.
| IL was immaterial TO me; small things
had lost their power TO irritate. [ was
seeing myself in the prisoner box,
| going through all the nervc-racking
| routine of trial for murdcr-thc chal-
lenging of the jury, the endless cross
examinations, the alternate hope and
| fear ] believe ] said before that
! had no nerves. but for n few minutes
! that morning ] was ms near as q man
ever comes TO hysteria.
/ folded my arms and gave myself
n mental shake. ] seemed TO be the
center of hundred eyes, expressing
every shade of doubt and distrust. but
tried not 10 finch. Then someone
created Il diversion
The amateur detective was busy again
! with the scalsliin bag, investigating
the make of the safety razor and the
manufacturer name on the bronze
! green tie, Now, however, ho paused
and frowned, as though some pet the.
ory had been upset.
Then from corner of the bag he
drew out and held up for our inspec-
tion some three inches of fine gold
! chain, one end of which was blackcncd
and stained with blood,
The conductor held out his hand for
it, but the little man was not ready
to give it up. He turned to me-
You say no watch was left you
Was there piece Of chain like tbat2''
"No chain Mt ALL / said sulIilv
"No jewelry Of any kind, except plain
! gold buttons in the shirt l am wear
ing
"Where are your glasses7' he threw
! ut me suddenly; iustinctivcly my hand
went to my eyes, My glasses had been
gone all morning, and / had not even
noticed their absence, The little man
smiled eynically and held out the chain.
[ must ask you TO examine this, y
he insisted. "1sn't it part of the
fine. gold chain you wear over your
ear?p
I didn II want to touch the thing; the
stain at the end made me shuddcr. But
with bakers dozen of suspicious eyes
WE'LL we III say fourteen-there were
no one-eyed men-I took the fragment
in the tips Of my fingers and looked
at it helplcssly.
every fine chains arc much alike, -
7 managed to say, "FOr all / know,
this may be mine, but l don't know
how it got into that sealslSin bag. l
never saw the bag until this morning
after daylight"
"He admits that he had the bag
somebody said behind me. "How did
you guess that he wore glasses, any
| how?' to the amateur sleuth,
That gentleman cleared his throat.
"There were two reasons" he said,
"for suspecting it, When you see a
man with the lines of his face droop-
ing, healthy individual with a pen
sive eye-suspect astigmatism. Be
sides, this gentleman has n pronounced
| line across the bridge of his nose and
a mark on his ear from the chain
After this remarkable exhibition Of
the theoretical as combined with the
practical, he sank into scat nearby,
and still holding the chain, sat witch
closed eyes and pursed lips. lt was
evident TO all the car that the solution
Of the mystery was n question of mo-
ments. Once ne bent forward eagerly
and putting the chain on the window
| Sill, plOcccueu 10 20 pNcI ~ WIN q
pocket magnifying glass, only to shake
| his head i'm disappointment. All the
people around shook their heads. too,
although they had not the slightest
! idea what it was about.
The pounding in my ears began
again. The group around me seemed
to he suddenly motionless in the very
act of moving. rs if a hypnotist had
called ''Rigid!" The girl in blue was
looking at me. and above the din I
thought she said she must speak to
me-something vital. The pounding
grew louder and merged into a scream.
With a grinding and spllntcTing the
car rose under my feet. Then IT fell
away into darkness.
CHAPTER VIII.