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

''I suppose did m not very clear
about what happened then, But when
I rallied little ! saw a Russia leather
wallet living in the aisle almost at my
feet, and like fool. | stuck 1t, with
the bit of chain, into my bag
81 sat there, shivering, Tor what
seemed hours. IL was stlll perfectly
quiet, except for some one snoring.
thought that would drive me crazy.
"'The more / thought of it the worse
things looked The telegram was the
FIRST thing against me-it would pnt the
police on my track at once, when 1t was
discovered that the man IN lower Ten
had been killed.
.sThen + remembered the notes, and
took out the wallet and opened IT.
He stopped for a minute, as II the re-
calling of the next occurrence was al
most beyond him. .,
al took out the wallet, ne sad
simply, "aud. opening it, held 1T to Inc
light. In gilt letters was tho name,
Simon Harrington.
The detectives were leaning forward
now, their eyes on his face.
''Thinos seemed to whirl around Tor
a while / sat there almost paraIyZed,
wondering what this new development
meant for me.
"My wife, I knew. would swear i
had killed her father, nobody would be
likely to believe the truth.
edo you believe mo now ne
looked around at MS dehantlY, am
telling the absolute truth, and not one
of YOU believes me!
HAfter a bit the man IN lower nine
got up and walked along tho aisle TO,
ward the smoking compartment
heard him go, and. leaning from my
berth. watched him cut of sight.
cit was theu got the idea OF chahg,
ing .bcrths with him, getting INTO ms
clothes. and leaving the train, | give
you my word ! had no idea OF throwing
suspicion on him
Alison looked scornfully incredulous,
but ! felt that the man was telling The
truth.
II changed the numbers of the
bc1ths and it worked well. l got INTO
the other man Is berth, and he came
back to mine, The rest was easy, l
dressed in his Enthusiastically, they
6ttcd-and jumped the tram not rar
from Baltimore, Just before the wreck.
.sTbcre is something else you must
cIoar nm ), said. ssWhy did you try
to telephone me from NJ, and why
did you change your mind about the
mcssage?'
Ho looked astounded.
You knew | was at Nj! he
stammered,
CO. w Ni-iNSN' > w.
the message2'
I did not know your name, Mr.. blake
lev The telegram said, Man with pa
pcrs in lower ten, ear seven, and after
] had made what ] considered my es-
cape, | began to think l had left the
man in my berth in bad way,
the crime. So, although when the wreck
occurred suppose every one connected
with the affair had been killed, there
was a chance that YOU had survived.
I We not been OF much account. but
didn't want man to swing because
ID left him in my place. BESIDES, l
began To have theory of my own.
q As we entered The car tail, dark
woman passed us, with a glass OF water
in her hand, and ! vaguely remembered
her. She was amazingly like Blanche
Conway. -,
"If she, too, thought the man with
the notes was in lower ten, it explained
a lot. including that piece of woman S
necklace She was u fury, Blanche Con-
way. capable of anything.
'FThen why did you countermand that
message ~ | asked curiously.
HWhen I got to the Carter house,
and got TO bed-I had sprained my ankle
in the Jump went through the alli-
gator bag ! had taken from lower nine,
When ] found your name, sent the
first message. Then, soon after, came
across the notes. 1t seemed too good
TO be true, and | was crazy for fear the
message had gone,
ssAt first ] was going to send them
to Bronson; then ] began to see what
the possession of the notes meant to
me. 1t meant power over Bronson,
money, influence, everything. He was
a devil, that man. ~
"Well, he s at home now" said Nc.
Knight, and we were glad to laugh aud
relieve the tension.
Alison put her hand over her eyes, as
il 10 shut out the sight of the man
she had so nearly married, and | fur
lively touched one of the soft little
curls that nestled at the back Of her
neck.
"Wheu / was able to walk, went
on the sullen voice, II came at once
TO Washington. 1 tried to sell the notes
TO Bronson, but he was almost at the
end OF his rope. Not even my threat
to send them back to you, Mr. Blake
ley. could make him meet my figure.
He didn u have the money
Mcknight was triumphant.
81 think you gentlemen will see rea-
son in my theory now he said. ''Mrs.
Conway wanted the notes TO force a
legal marriage, | supposei
"'Yes'
The detective with the small package
carefully rolled off the rubber band,
and unwrapped it. ] held my breath
as be took out first, the Russia leather
wallet.
"These things, Mr. Blakeley, we
found in the sealskjn bag Mr.. Sullivan
says he left YOU This wallet, Mr..
Sullivan--is this the one you found
on the floor of the car?''
Sullivan opened it, and, glancing at
the name inside, "Simon Harrington, -
nodded aflirmatively,
'And this went on the detective
-"this is a piece of gold chain7''
1T seems to be, said Sullivan, re-
coiing at the blood stained end.
''This, | believe, is the dagger He
held il up, and Alison gave faint cry
of aStonishment and dismay. Sullivan 's
face grew CHASTITY. and he sat down
weakly on the nearest chair.
The detective looked at him shrewdly.
then at Alison s. agitated face.
"Whcre have YOU seen this dagger
before, young Iadys' ne asked, kindly
enough.
"Oh. don Y ask mel" she gasped
breathlessly, her eyes turned on Sui