The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-10-03
The HERADRPUsLCAM CITY, UTAH. SUNDAY OCTOBER g. 1909

by the two villains there. You'll pro-
tect us now, won't you? Praise to the
Holy Saints for having sent you to our
assistance"
whats all this?"
The couple came running down the
stairs and threw themselves on their
knees; the woman pouring out a volu-
BILE account of how they had been at
tackled by US and their lives threatened,
mingled with thanks for their deliver
ance, entreaties TO protect them, and
an urgent warning to pay special at
tentiOn to me as a dangerous and muir
derous villain.
I foresaw a very awkward cOmplica-
ton. When two parties accuse each
other, the police rule is to arrest both.
The leader was obviously perplexed.
What is your name ?" he said to me;
and before 1 could reply the woman
burst in.
Ivan Kremple, and that's Mia, his
wife" she cried. They've been using
the house for days and days past
[ attempted 20 deny this, but he
silenced me. And your Names" he
asked the woman.
This is my husband, Peter Vranow-
ski. the wOodcutter; am Anna, his
wife. We came last week from Potz-
den in Silesia, and have been lodging
here with these KTempels. We thought
they were honest folk, like ourselves"
You are the man | am searching
for" he said, turning to me. Ivan
Krempel, and his wife, Mia"
This was good news in a way. He
was not after the CARROTS, and I could
safely use that name.
Il can understand your perplexity," I
said, calmly. But this woman is lying.
We are English-RObert Garrett and
Margaret Garrett, brother and sister.
Caught by the storm tonight, we came
here for shelter. and narrowly escaped
death at the hands of these two"
But these people say you are the
Krempels."
so they are So they are The holy
Virgin knows I speak the truth" pro-
tested the old bag.
THE proof is in your hands. Our
passports are among the papers which
you have taken from me-"
GO into the room there, all of you"
he answered. after a pause. l led the
way with VOlnd and the rest followed.
Get a light" he said TO Volna, the
candle having been extinguished in the
urmer scrimmags.
81 don't know where to look for one
There was lamp here, but the woman
took ii away"
Listen to her. Listen to her Oh,
the liar, when she carried it upstairs
with her own hands," cried the bag
Go upstairs and see If it's there"
he told his man, who went and returned
carrying it.
THE woman was right in that" said
the officer, significantly.
she would very naturally know
where she herself took it," I exclaimed,
but he was as pig-headed as his class,
and repeated his statements, adding, to
my concern, Il don't see how I can
decide this. It's beyond me"
There are my papers" I reminded
him. But surely you have only to
look at that man and his wife, and con-
trast them with my sister and myself
TO. see the difference. You must have
some description Of them"
He mumbled to himself and began to
finger my papers. I don't see anything
here to guide me-"
Those are the passports" and 1
pointed to them.
He unfOlded them. Il don't read
English" he said.
You can read the names, at any
rate, and, of course, as a responsible Of
fetal so near the frontier, you know a
passport by sight"
He stole that from an Englishman.
He boosted of it to u.s. interjected the
woman, who had been watching closely.
How am I to know this is yOuTs?''
he asked Immediately, taking the cue
suggested.
There are twenty proofs in those
papers that I am an Englshman, as
well as on myself. See, the pocketbOOk
there has the address Of a London
maker. Here, the tab On my coat has
my tailor's name in London. Don't you
hear that I speak with a foreign aC-
cent?
He examined the pocketbOok and the
| tab on my coat, and appeared to be
! impressed. ''They seem right, but you
may have stolen them" he said, gTudg-
| inly.
I pressed the advantage. Picking out
a couple of Sylvia's letters, I showed
him they were in English, and addressed
| to me-
THAT is not Robert-that is Bob, -
| he said suspiCiously.
Robert in England is shortened into
Bob" I explained; but he shook his
head.
Here is one on the same paper, Wyr-
| ley Court, Great Malverton. It is from
my mother-'My dear son, Robert You
/ can read that2" and stuck at him I'M
! til had deepened the impression. Then
told him briefly what had happened
| in the cottage, pointed to the heap of
! soaked shavings. the two ropes and a
! cask of petroleum.
This was not done without many in
| terruptiOns from the woman. who vo-
| ciferOusly denied the whole story.
! You say you were to be drugged ?
| How do you know" l told him Of the
attempt to make the man drink a cup
/ of the coffee. This appeal to him, and
| he smiled grimly.
'Have you still the cup you saved? p
| Volna got IL and handed it to him.
THE woman shall drink it now" he
| declared. But the old bag swore that
| it was we who had made the coffee.
not she; and that we had tried to rob
| her.
why should we wish to rob a wood
cutter" 1 asked. had his ear now,
and he began to have a glimmer Of
reason. 'sBesides. our horses are out
side in the she'd
"They are our horses" asserted the
woman.
Go and look at them. See If a wood
| cutter. just a week here from Silesia,
| as she says, would possess two such ami
mails and saddles. One is a side saddle,
| too"
He sent mis- man out, and sat silent
| Matters were going better, so / left him
to absorb the points / had made.
''Win you drink that Golfer" he
asked the woman suddenly, very
sternly.
why should I drink the poison we