The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-01-16
CHAPTER XIV.
At the Station.


So il had been the tiger. not the lady
Well, | had held 10 that theory al
through Jennie suddenly became val
uablc person; if necessary she could
prove the connection between Sullivan
aud the murdered man, and show mo
tive for the crime. / was triumphant
when Hotchltiss came in. When tn,
girl had produced a photograph. OF
Mrs. Sullivan, and | had recognized
wcre both we'll satisiied-which goes to
prove the cphemeral nature of most hui
man contcntments,
Jennie either had nothing more TO
say, or feared she had said too much
She was evidently uneasy before Hotch-
kiss. [ told her that Mrs. Sullivan was
recovering in a Baltimore hospital, but
and merely nodded. She made few
preparations for leaving, while Hotch-
kiss and ] compared notes, and then;
Eith the cat In her arms, she climbed
snto the trap from the town, | sat with
her. and on the way down she told me
little, not much.
IF YOU see Mrs. Sullivan she ad-
ably thinks that both her husband and
her father were killed in the wreck. She
will be in a bad way, sir -
''You mean that shc-still cares
about her husband7"
The cat crawled over on to my knee,
and rubbed It's head against my hand
invitiugly. Jennie stared at the undu-
lating line of the mountain crests,
colossal surf against a blue ocean OF
sky. ''Ycs, she cares she said soft
ly. "Women are made like that. They
say they are cats, but Peter there in
your lap wouldn't come back and lick
your hand if you kicked him. lift
You have to tell her the truth, be as
gentle as YOU can, sir. She has been
good to me--that's why I have played
the spy here all summer. It's thank
less thing, spying on people
sit is that I agreed soberly
Hotchkiss and / arrived In Washing
ton late. that evening. and, rather than
arouse the household, I went TO the club.
] was at the office early the next morn
ing and admitted myself. Mcknight
rarely appeared before half after ten,
and our modest Office force some time
after nine. | looked over my previous
days mail and waited, with such pa
In the interval / called up Mrs. Klop-
ton and announced that I would dine
at home that night. What my house
hold subslsts on during my numerous
absences | have never discovered. Tea,
probably, and crackers, Diligent search
when ! have made Il midnight arrival,
never reveals anything more substan
tial. Possibly ! imagine it, but the
announcement that ] am about to make
a journey always seems to create a
general atmosphere of depression
throughout the house, as though Eu-
phemia and Eliza, and Thomas, the sta
bleman, were already subssting, in I'M
agination, on Mrs. klopton's s mcager
fare.
So called her up and announced
my arrival. There was something un-
usual IN her tone, as though her throat
was tense with his Indignation Always
shrill, her elderly voice rasped my ear
through the receiver.
81 have changed the butcher, Mr.. |
Lawrence she announced portentous-
ly. The last roast was pound short, !
and his mutton chops--any self-respect-
ing sheep would refuse TO acknowledge |
them
As said before. 7 can always tell !
from the voice in which Mrs. Klopton
conveys the most indifferent matters. |
II something Of real significance has