The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-01-30

| in Wyoming, and met Bronson there.
He lent me money, and We been doing
| his dirty work ever since.
Sullivan got UP then and walked slow
| ly forward and back as he talked, his
eyes on the faded pattern of tho Office
rug.
"If You want to live in hell, " he
said savagely, ''put yourself III another
man Is power. Bronson got into trouble.
forging John Gilmore S name To those
notes, and in some way he learned that
man was bringing the papers back
to Washington on the Flyer. He oven
learned the number Of his berth, and
| the night before the wreck, Just as ]
was boarding the train, / got tele-
gram.
Hotchkiss stepped forward once more
Importantly.
(which read, I think; 'Man with
, , papers in lower ten, car seven. Get
| them.
Sullivan looked at the little man with
sulky blue eyes,
'.1t was something like that. anyhow.
But it was n nasty business. and 1T
made matters worse that he didn Z care
| that A telegram which must pass
| through n half dozen hands was more
or less discriminating to me.
"Then, TO add to the unplcasautness
of my position. Just after we boarded
j.
Ter and this young lady, Miss West
woman touched mo on The sleeve. and
| turned to face-my wife!
"That took away my last bit of
nerve. / told my sister, and you can
understand she was in bad way. too.
We knew what it meant. Ida had heard
that | was going
He stopped and glanced uneasily at
Alison.
eco on" she said coldly. CIT is too
late to shield me. The time to have
done that was when ] was your guest. ,,
'Wcl,' he went on. his eyes turned
carefully away from my face, which
must have presented certainly anything
but a pleasant sight. "Miss West was
going to do me the honor TO marry
me, and
''You scoundrel" I burst forth
thrusting past Alison Vests chair.
'FYou-you internal cur!i'
One OF the detectives got up and
stood between MS.
You must remember, Mr. Blakeley,
that YOU are forcing this story from
this man, These details are unpleasant
but important. You were going TO
marry this young LADY, ho said turn
ing TO Sullivan, although you already
had wife livingP'
at was my sister S plan, and | was
in bad way for money. Ii 7 could
marry, secretly, a wealthy girl and go
to Europe, 1T was unlikely that Ida
that is, Mrs. Sullivan-would hear of
it.
$50 il was moro than a shock to see
my wife on the train. and to realize
from her face that she knew what was
going on. ! don Z know vet, unless some
of the servants-well, never mind that,
''It meant that the whole thing had
gone up. Old Harrington had carried
Il A.l.1 ..n
train wouldn't hold both of us. OF
course, I thought that he was IN the
coach Just behind ours
Hotchlliss was leaning forward now,
his eyes narrowed, his thin lips drawn
to 4 line.
van?n he asked
"No," he said grurly. Cant do
anything with my left hand.' Hotch-
kiss subsidized. crestfallen but alert. "G
tore up that cursed telegram, but ]
was afraid TO throw the scraps away.
Then I looked around for lower ten.
II was almost exactly across-my berth
was lower seven, ard it was, of course,
bit of exceptional luck for me that
the car was number seven
"Did YOU tell your sister of the tele.
gram from Bronson9' I asked.
ono. 1t would do no good, and she
was in hnd way without that to make
her worse. ~
"Your sister was killed, think -
The shorter detective took small pack
age from his pocket and held it IN his
hand, swapping the rubber band which
held it.
"Yes, she was killed, :" Sullivan said
soberly. "What ] say now can do hor
no harm.
He stopped to push back the heavy
hair which dropped over his forehead,
and went on more connectedly.
"It was late. after midnight, and VIC
went at once 10 our berths. [ undrcsscd,
and then | Law there for an hour. won.
dering how / was going 10 get the
notes Someone in lower nine was rest
less and wideawakc, but finally became
quiet.
"'The man in ten was sleeping heav.
| ily. | could hear his breathing, and ii
seemed to be only question of getting
across and behind the curtains of his
berth without being seen After that,
| il was Il mere matter of quiet searching.
"The car became very still. ] was
| about to try for the other berth. when
someone brushed softly past, and / lay
back again.
"Finally, however. whom things had
been quiet for time, got up, and
after looking along the aisle, I slipped
| DenlnO JnP curtains NJ lO"tT IcH- on
understand, Mr.. Blakelev. that
thought you were in lower ten, with
| the notes.
| | nodded curtly.
"I'm not irving to defend myself, -
be went on. 81 was ready 10 steal the
note-T had TO- But murdcri
He wiped his forehead with his hand
kerchjef
"Well. 7 slipped across and behind
the curtains. II was very still The
man in ten didn Il move. although my
'heart was humping until I thought he
would hear It,
"I felt around cautiously 1t was
perfectly dark, and ! came across n
bit Of chain. about as long rs my finger
IT seemed a queer thing TO find there
and it was sticky, too.
He shuddered and / could see Ali
son g hands clenching and unclenchina
with the strain.
All at once it struck me that the
man was strangely silent. and / think
I lost my nerve Anyhow, [ drew the
curtains open q little. and LET the light
fall on my hands. They were red, blood
red. -
i He leaned ono hand on the hack of thf