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

little and listened. Then, with both
mon AT my heels, / stepped into the
private corridor of the apartment and
looked around. 1t was square recep-
ton hall, with rugs on the floor, tall
mahogany rack for hats, and couple
of chairs. A lantern of rose-colored
glass and desk light over writing
tapie across made the room bright and
cheerful 1t was empty.
None of us was comfortable. Tbe
place was full of feminine trifcs that
made us feel the weakness of our po-
sltion. Some such instinct made Nc
knight suggest division.
1--WE look like an invading army"
he said. eff she's here alone, we will
startle here into n spasm. One Of us
could take a look around and"
What was thatf Didn't you hear
somethingl"
The sound, whatever it had been, was
not repeated: We went awkwardly out
into tho hall, very uncomfortable, all
OF us. and Tipped a coin. The choice
fell on me, which was right enough,
for the affair was mine, primarily.
"Wait just inside the door,o I di-
| rected, "and if Sullivan comes, or any
body that answers his description. grab
him without ceremony and ask him
| questions afterwards"
The apartment, save in the hallway,
was unlighted. BY one of those freaks
or arrangement possible only in the
modern fat. I found the kitchen first,
and was struck a smart and unexpected
blow by a swinging door / carried
handful of matches, and by the time
| had passed through butler's pan.
| try and refrigerator room I was com
pletely lost in the darkness. Until
then the situation had been merely un-
comfortable, suddenly it became grisly.
From somewhere near long-sustained
| groan, followed almost instantly by the
crash Of something-glass or china
on the floor.
| I struck a fresh match and found
myself in a narrow rear hallway. Be-
hind me was the door by which must
have come; with a keen desire to get
back to the place I had started from,
cross the room. I thought I had kept
my sense of direction, but I crashed
without warning, into what, from the
resulting .iangle. was the dining-room
table, probably laid for dinner. I
cursed my stupidity in getting into
such a situation, and cursed BY nerves
for making my hand shake when
tried to strike a match. The groan had
not been repeated.
] braced myself against the table
and struck the match sharply against
the sole of my shoe. 1t hickersd faint
ly and went out. And then, without the
slightest warning, another dish went of
the table. It fell with thousand
splinterings; the very air seemed brok-
en- into crashing waves of sound.
stood still, braced against the table,
holding the red end of the dying match,
and listened. I had not long 10 wait;
the groan came again, and [ recog-
nized it. the cry of dog in straits. 1
breathed again.
. ELL
on, old man Let's have look at
could hear the thud of his tail on
the floor, but he did not move. He
only whimpered. There is something
compsnionablc in the presence of a dog,
and ! fancied this dog in trouble.
; SLOWLY ] began to work my way around
the table toward him.
"Good boy I said as he whim-
pcred. oven find the light, which
ought to be somewhere or other around
here, and then
I stumbled over something, aud I
drew back my foot almost instantly.
"Did I step on you, old mani" | ex-
claimed. and bent to pat him. 1 re-
hearing the dog pad softly toward me
around the table I recall even that
I had put the matches down and could
not find them. Then, with bursting
horror of the room and its contents, of
the gibbering dark around me. turned
and made for the door by which / had
entered,
could not find it. felt along tbs
endless wainscoting, past miles OF
wall. The dog was besid. me, think,
but he was part and parcel now, to
my excited mind, with the Thing under
the table. And when. after aeons OF
search, found knob and stumbled
hi I
in panic as any man could be.
I was myself again in second, and
by the light from the hall led the way
back to the tragedy 7 had stumbled on.
Bronson still sat at the table, hls elbows
propped on it, his cigarette still lighted,
burning, hole in the cloth. Partly
down. The dog stood over her ana
wagged his tail.
Mcknight pointed silently to large
copper ash.trav, filed with ashes and
cbarred bits of paper,
"The notes, probably he said rue;
fully. 'He got them after all, and
| burned them before her. It was moro
than she could stand. Stabbed him
first and then herself
Hotchkiss got UP and took of his hat.
HThey are dead he announced sol
emnly. and took his notebook out of his
hatband.
Mcknight ana i ala the Only tnins
we could think of-drove Hotchklss and
the dog out of the room, and closed
and locked the door. cts a matter
for the police Mcknight asserted;
~ suppose YOU We got an officer tled
to YOU somewhere, Lawrence? You
usually have.
We left Hotchkiss in charge and went
downstairs. 1t was Mcknight who flrst
saw Johnson, leaning against park
railing across tho street, and called
him over. We told him in few words
what we had found, and he grinned
at me cheerfully.
." After while, in few weeks or
months. Mr. Blakeley,' he said, '1when
you get tired of monkeying around with
the blood stain and finger print special.
! ist upstairs, You come TO me. j We had
that fellow YOU want under surveil-
lance for ten days
(To Be Coptinued.)
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