The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-03-07

Il am deeply interested in Herber
Howell. Indeed, we are secretly af
| fianced. He is good. true. Innocent. Oh
save himl"
Il liked his bearing in court" re.
fiected the detective, but nothing i:
more deceitful than the appearance OF
! one accused.
"Of ten the agony of being suspected
unjustly is mistaken for that of con-
scious guilt. On the other hand. the
public impression was unfavorabie to
| him.
His refusal to explain his where
| abouts on the night of the murder, Miss
Talbot's testimony and what she said
by manner more than word; the I'M
doubted identity Of the thumb marke-''
DON'T" Enid entreated, Il am not
criticising the jury, the coroner, but /
know, oh, 1 know"
What else do you know" asked
Cronkite. Think hard, 1 conjure you.
Remember that so unusual an event
must have affected the normal quiet
and routine of this house. Some old
little thing was displaced, some new lit
tie thing was brought in by the vibra-
tions of the passion which must have
aetuated so terrible deed.
People pirate about a clue-what,
then, is clue? What, then, is the best
possible clue? 1t is a thing out of
place. 1t is a thing out of place so
trif1ing in itself as not to attract atten-
ton.
Think, think, your lovers life may
depend upon some such trifle, out of
its usual place"
"Oh, OH" cried Enid, why you your
self have reminded me of it by what
you said just now.
You said, you said, that Miss Talbot
testified against Herbert more by her
manner than her word What you no.
ticed then, 1 noticed on the very even
ing before poor fathers murder.
Herbert came out of the library, he
passed through the hall on his way out
to that engagement, doubtless, which
detained him. 1 was leaning over the
baiustrade on the second floor. watch
ing him, you understand as we women
love to watch those We love.
''She came out stealthtly from the
dining room and il seemed to me that
she picked up something from the floor,
but I didn't mind that II was the way
she looked after him. I thought then
how cross she was, but now, think,
how she hated him."
II think so, too" agreed Cronkite-
That is something. isn't it? Hatred,
that tremendous passion which has
often set the world a-quake.
But this something Miss Talbot
picked up from the floor? Suppose it
was something Howell, all unaware, had
dropped? Something belonging to him?
Then it would be thing displaced"
1T may have been one of his new
Gloves said Enid. "He was so care
less about them. / scolded him in the
afternoon when he came in without an
umbrella, his gloves all wet from the
rain; but he only TESTED as he thrust
them into his coat pocket. Why would
she want his glove?"
What kind Of gloves?" Cronkite
asked. ignoring the question with
question.
"A handsome pair of some soft thin
skin like castor. unlined, tight fitting:
he had never had them on before But
that is so like men, don't you think, |
Mr.. Cronkite?"
Il think they all stand in need of
that sweet womanly care which / feel
sure will be Mr.. Howell's recompenSe
for his troubles returned the gallant |
detective. 7 suppose. though, so exact |
and orderly a man as Dr. Thoms would |
be an exception" The girls face
flushed and then lightened.
"Oh, how suggestive you are she
cried Il remember now seeing Dr.
Thoms whisk letter from his pocket
with his handkerchief as he passed
through the grounds after his call on
father that afternoon, but just then
Herbert came in and 1 forgot all about
I I'm nv anxiety about the gloves You
zee. Herbert acted so strange and pre-
.'Ah." unused Cronkite, that also
would be a little matter out of its COM
non course. wouldn't it?"