The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1909-03-20
a ARlftN CLARKE and

~ immensely wealthy New
Yorker, was found stabbed
to death in his home. His
daughter and Ranleigh Harcamp were
the first upon the scene Of the murder.
We became connected with the case
through my acquaintance with Col
Inns, friend of my youth and one OF
| the best reporters In Manhattan.
| Clarke and | were discussing the
strange mystery which had grown out
| Of the case.
A knock on the door put an end to
our conversation. 1t was Collins, to
whom had given quiet tip to stay
with us through the case.
| Another knock followed almost i'm
mediately, and | admitted Ranleigh
Harcamp, whose face showed the first
smile had seen him give when he
related the ease with which he had
eluded Clancys shadows.
Now. Mr.. Harcamp," began Clarke.
Il want you to tell us exactly what
happened last night"
Il cannot" said Harcamp, between
set teeth
Then will have to tell you. Sit
down, Mr.. Harcamp."
when you and Miss Drexlau re-
turned from the theater." continued
Clarke, Mr.. Drexlau met you and a
violent scene occurred Is that right"
YES; suppose Fogarty has told
you"
Miss Drexlau, at her fathers orders,
finally went to her room In tears"
Il see by the papers Fogarty was
eavesdropping,' commented Harcamp.
Then you and Mr.. Drexlau cooled
down. He suggested that you go into
the billiard room and amuse yourself
while he smoked cigar, and maybe
you would both see things In a diff
ferent light You became interested
In practicing some difficult masse
shot and stayed for some time"
How In the name of heaven do you
know all that?"
Very simple. Balls carefully
placed In line along the side rail, tip
of cue badly damaged. your fingers
covered with chalk. You were just
about to attempt the shot after repeat
ed failures when you heard Mr.. Drex
lau fall. You rushed into the hal
and saw fleeing up the stairs"
Harcamp rose with clenched fists
and white face. stop; you lie! Nc
man on Gods earth knows whom
saw"
"Ha, l thought l was right Yor
saw Miss Drexlau."
Harcamp groaned and buried hi
face in his hands. "She didn't do II
She didn't do it. o! why didn't
confess to 1t and save herr"
Clarke went over and laid hant
on his shoulder. Now, brace up
Harcamp," he said. 1T may not b.
as bad as you think. There is ont
thing that may save her"
I Tell me, for Gods sake!" moane,
Harcamp.
! THE blue Bokhara," answere,
0 Clarke.
Q Just then a messenger arrived witt
s q telegram. II was for Clarke and h
tore It open feverishly. AS he read hi
face broke into a smile of triumph.
AT last can act" he cried. "Quicl
l. Mr.. Collins, call cab. You know tn
nearest stands. Mr.. Harcamp. W
L will save her."
Collins was soon at the door with
. carriage. Clarke gave the driver hi
!. directions, and we all got In.
:, Where are we bound for?"
. asked.
I'VE are in pursuit OF the blue Boil
hara," was all that Clarke would voucl
II safe
II We drew up before a large store
Broadway devoted exclusively to oriel
tai rugs, and hurried in.
, did you ever see Blue Bokhara
asked Clarke OF the proprietor.
II Eyes," he replied, "but we haven
4 one. In fact | never saw but one
| believed was genuine, and that didn
| bring very good luck to the man Thu
| bought 1t, for l hear he's just bee
murdered"
! "Yes, yes, that's the one!" sa
Clarke, exultantly.
is did he get 1t here?"
mo, he didn't. He picked 1t I
from a small dealer, but there WI
considerable talk about II among RI
men, and went around to see 1t. "
seen many so-called blue Bokhars
but never one like this. II was Il
s. softest shade OF blue and of the fine
- wool mixed with silk. The sheen vi
RS perfect"
-ir Yes, yes,Y interrupted Clarke; "b
40 can you tell me the name OF the sh'
n that sold IT."
n Certainly; 1t was Agnossi's,
~ lower Washington street; but
,ir hasn't anything like 1t. Let me she
he you some particularly fine Bokhar
nd have just imported"
nd But we were gone on our way
as Agnossi's before he recovered from
Iy, surprise, l suspect
,e Agnossi was dark-eyed Armeni
he who kept small stock. He W
ed proud of having sold the most wond
90, full rug In New York, proud Of havi
-, | Lnown the mtirdered man and anvil