The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-01-23

tired, that IS all. Mrs Klopton. And ]
wish you would go out; j want TO
bathe."
"That's not .all," she said with dig
nifty, from the doorway. "Women com
ing and going here, women whose shoes
1 am not fit--L mean, women who are
not fit to touch my shoes-com1ng here
as insolent as you please, and asking
"Good hcavensn' I exclaimed.
"What did YOU tell them-her, which
ever il was?'
f'Told her you were sick in a hos
pital and wouldn't be out for year!"
she said triumphantly. "And when she
said she thought she d come i'll and
wait for you, / slammed the door on
her."
"What time was she herc?'
'tLate last night. And she had a
light, haired man across the street; II
she thought ] didn't see him, she don I
know me.o Then shc closed the door
and left me to my bath and my refec-
tions.
AT FIVE minutes before eight ] was
at the Incubator, where ] found Hotch-
kiss and Mcknight. They were bend
ing. over a table. on which lay. Nc.
knight g total armament-a pair of
pistols, an elephant gun and an old
cavalry saber.
"'Draw up chair and help yourself
to pie,' he said, pointing to the arse
nal "This is for the Benefit of our
friend Hotchkiss here. who says he is
a small man and fond of Iife.p
Hotchkiss, who had been trying to
the barrel Of one of the revolvers
Strengthened himself and mopped his
face.
1--WE have desperate people to
handle" he said pompously. "and we
may need desperate means
Hotehkiss is like the small boy
whose one ambition was to have peo-
tion of his name Mcknight jibed.
But they were serious enough, both Of
them, under it all, and when they bad
told me what they planned, / was
serious, too.
"You re compounding a felony" l
demonstrated, when they had explained.
81 IN not eager TO be locked away. but,
by Jove, to ouer her the stolen notes
in exchange for Sullivanl'
"We haven't got either of them, you
know" Mcknight demonstrated, '.and
We won t have, if we don t start. Come
along, Fido,' to Hotchkiss.
The plan was simplicity itself. Ac-
| cording to Hotchkiss, Sullivan was TO
meet Bronson at Mrs. Conway's apart
mont. at $50 that night. with the notes.
He was to be paid there and the pa.
interesting finale" Mcknight ended.
"we will walk in, take the notes, grab
Sullivan, and give the police Jolt that
will put them out of the count,
I suppose not one of us, Slowing
around corners that night. had the
| faintest doubt that we were on the
right track or that Fate, scurvy enough
| l. -, 49, dc ot
/ last. Little Hotchkiss was in a state
Of fever; he alternately twitched and
examined the revolver. and fear that
the two movements might be syncbron-
Gus kept me uneasy. He produced and
dilatcd on the scrap Of pillow slip from
the wreck. and showed me the stlletto
with its point in cotton batting for safe
keeping. And in the intervals he i'm
plored Richey not 10 make such fine
calculations at the corners.
| We were all gave enough and very
quiet however, when we reached the
largo building where Mrs. Conway bad
her apartment. Mcknight left the pow
or on, in case we might want to make a
quick getaway, and Hotchkiss gave a
final look at the revolver. | had no weap-
| on. Somehow il all seemed melodramaLlc
TO the verge of farce. Tn the doorway
| Hotchkiss was half dozen feet ahead !;
Richey fell back beside me. He dropped
his atfectatiou of gayety, and | thought
he looked tired Same old Sam, l
supposed he asked.
HSame. only more of him.
81 suppose Alison was there's? How
is sbe7'h he inquired irrelevantly.
Every well. I did not see her this
morning. Hotchkiss was waiting
near the elevator. Mcknight put his
hand on my arm. ''Now, look here,
old man." he said, I've got two arms
and a revolver. and YOU we got one
arm and splint. If Hotchkiss is
right, and there is row, you crawl
under table,
"'The deuce 1 will" 1 declared
scornfully.
We crowded out OF the elevator at
the fourth floor and found ourselves
in rather theatrical hallway of dra-
peries and armor. II was very quiet !;
we stood uncertainty after the car had
gone, and looked at the two or three
| doors in sight. They were heavy, COW
cred with metal, and sound proof From
somewhere above came the metallic ac-
curacy of a player piano, and through
the window we could hear-or feel
the throb Of the Cannonball's engine.
'Well, Sherlock Mcknight said,
'what' s the next move in the game 2
Is it our. jump, OF theiFs' You brought
us here
None of us knew just what to do
next No sound of conversation pene-
trated the heavy doors. We waited un-
easily for some minutes, and Hotchkiss
looked at his watch. Then he put IT
| to his ear.
"Good gracious. he exclaimed, his
head cooked on one side, ''T believe it
has stopped I'm afraid we are late. -
We were late. My watch and Hotch-
kiss agreed at nine clock, and, with
the discovery that our man might have
come and gone, our zest in the adven-
ture began to flag. Mcknight mo-
toned us away from the door and rang
the bell There was no response, no
sound within. He rang il twice, and
| the last time long and vigorously,
without result. Then he turned and
looked at us.
"'I don't half like this he said.
"That woman is in; you heard me ask
the elevator boy. For two cents I'd
/ had seen it when he did. The
door was aiar about an inch, and
narrow wedge of rose-colored light
showed beyond. ! pushed the door
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