The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-01-16

| an in the Baltimore hospital is the VIII
of Henry Sullivan and the daughter o
the man he murdered, No wonder b
collapsed when he heard of the wreck. ,
"Joy. probably Mcknight put IL
els that clock right, Bawrcncc7 Neve
mind it doesn't matter. BY the way
Mrs. Conway dropped in the Office yes
terday, while You were away
What" | sprang from my chair
"Surc thing. Said she had hear'
great things of us, and wanted MS, T.
handle her case against the railroad. ,
| "I would like TO know what she i
driving at" l reflected. els she try
ing to reach me through you?"
for deeper feeling, He dropped it now
"Yes,D he said, "she s after tho notes
Of course. And I'll tell you / felt lilk'
poltroou-whateve that may be
when | turned her down. She stood b,
the door with her face white, and TOLD
me contemptuously that ] could save
You from murder charge and wouldn :
was Just as guilty as If ! could hav,
obliged her. She limited that there werC
reasons and she laid my attitude tc
bcastly motives.
"Nonsense, I said, as easily as
could. Hotchkss had gone to the win
dow. "She was excited. There are NJ
reasons, whatever she means
Richey put his hand on my shoulder
"We We been together too long TO LEI
any reasons or 'unreasons' come be
tween us, old man. he said, not very
steadily,
Hotchklss, who had been silent, here
came forward in his most impressive
manner. He put his hands under his
coat-tails and coughed
"Mr. Blakelcy," he began, "by Mr..
Meningitis s advice we have arranged
n little interview here tonight If all
has gone as planned, Mr.. Henry Pinck-
ney Sullivan is by this time under ar
rest, Within very few minutes-he
"I wanted to talk to him before he
was locked up" Rlchey explained.
"Hc's clever enough TO be worth know
ing, and besides, ] I'm not so cocksure
of his guilt as our friend the Patch on
the Seat of Government, No murderer
worthy Of the name needs six different
motives for the same crime. beginning
with robbery, and ending with an un-
pleasant father-in law. -
We were all silent for a while Nc
knight stationed himself at a window,
and Hotchkiss paced the floor expect
antly. Its great day for modern
detective methods. - he chirruped.
''Whilc the police have been guarding
houses and standing with their mouths
open waiting for clues to fall in and
choke them, we have, pieced together,
bit by bit, a fabric
The door~bcll rang, followed imme.
diatoly by sounds Of footsteps in the
hall. Mcknight threw the door open,
and Hotcbkiss, raised on his toes,
flung out his arm in gesture of superb
eloquence,
Behold-your manh he declaimed.
Through the open doorway came n
tall, blond fellow, clad In light gray,
wearing tan shoes, and followed closely
by an officer.
II brought him here as you suggest
cd, Mr.. Mcknight said the con
stable.
But Mcknight was doubled over the
library table in silent convulsions of
mirth, and / was almost as bad Little
Hotchkiss stood up, his important at
tltude, finally changing to one of chag-
rim. while the blond man ceased to look
angry, and became sheepish.
1t was Stuart. our confidential clerk
for the last half dozen years!
Mcknight sat up and wiped his eyes.
''Stuart,' he said sternly, "there are
two very serious things we have learned
about you. First, you iab your scarf
hand, which is most reprehensibie; sec
ond, YOU wear-er-night shirts, instead
Of paiamas. Worse than that, perhaps,
we find that one of them has a button
hole torn out at the neck.
Stuart was bewildered He looked
from Mcknight to me, and then at the
crestfalleh Hotchkiss.
81 haven't any idea what it's all
about he said. 81 was arrested as
| reached my boarding house tonight,
after the theater, and brought directly
here. ] told the officer it was mis-
take. -
Poor Hotchkiss tried tfavely TO JUS
tify the iasco.
q You cannot deny" he contended.
that Mr.. Andrew Bronson followed
you TO your rooms last Monday even
ing
Stuart looked at us and flushed.
No, don Z deny it," he said, "but
there was nothing criminal about it, on
my part. at least. Mr. Bronson has
been trying TO induce me to secure the
even know where they were.''
And you were not on the wrecked
Washington Fher7'' persisted Hotch-
kiss, -, But Mcknight interfered.
There is no use trying to put the
other mans identity on Stuart, Mr..
iiotchkiss, he protested. "He has
been our confidential clerk for six
years and has not been away from The
oihce day for a year / am afraid
that the beautiful fabric we have
pieced out of all these scraps is going
10 be crazy quilt" His tone was
tacetious, but ] could detect the under
current of real disappointment.
L paid the constable for his trouble.
and he departed. Stuart, still indip,
lant, left to 90 back to Washington Cir.
lie. He shook hands with Mcknight
ind, myself magnanimously but ho
hurled look of utter hatred at
Hotehkiss, sunk crestfalleu in his chair.
AS far as I can see,' said Nc
H1mght. dryly. "we're exactly as far
'long as we were the day VIC met AT
ne carter place, We re not a step
learer to finding our man.
We have one thing that NAV he of
yalue, ! suggested He is Tho Lue