The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-04-06
''Get out Of herel''

minute till can get plain clothes
man to watch this COON continued
Whispering Smith to Harris and me as
we groped to the hall. GIVE got two
fifty in him, and 1 don t want to let
him get away till l run down his
story He hurried out. 1t was
o clock when he got back with our
| relief, and. shaking hands with Har-
ris, sent him uptown in a cab,
"How do these gamblers do so much
for you, Gordon7' l asked
"We have to let some people rob in
this town to keep others from getting
robbed I divide all people into two
classes-those that want to get robbed
and those that don't All we look
after are the latter. Now for what
may be not only interesting
tough
We stood on the curb. and with the
words he helped me into n cab
"Do You think the mulatto liedf'
didn t." He paused. "No. This bell,
boy isn't the thief: he may be in
but no, ] don It believe it. T tell you,
] IN in the air. ] was never worked
by bellboys nor con men. IL throws
me up--that g all there is to it
He sprang from the cab at the En-
press door with nervous alacrity, and
dashad across the sidewalk so fast I
barely caught a glimpse Of Wabash
through the swinging baize doors and
hurried after him up the deadened
stairs.
Gordon walked to the Office counter
and leaned over it to arouse the clerk,
sitting in n browse in a big arm
chair
"Hello my friend murmured Whis-
pering Smith. "Helo. Say, T want
to see Ollie Ames minute. Do you
know whether he's come in YETI
collie Ames? | guess he's in. -
Gan right, Let's see-same old
number7'
"Twenty-s
"Twenty-six is on the third floor,
ism u it9 Oh, in the annex. Say, they
closed up McCague g place today. That's
right; getting worse in this town ev-
cry day, amt it? I should remark.
Come on,' he snapped Mt me like
ferret. ] stumbled behind him through
dark hallway, half down an inter"
vening stairway, and up again by n
second flight into a hall absolutely
dark, With fash matches Whispering
Smith made his way from door to door
to twenty-six. Then he put his finger
on my breast
them arc quick with gun. You had
better stand here on this side OF the
door; not in front of it, mind you, nor
over there. and wait until YOU heRr
me say you are coming IF there IS
a shot and you don't hear me after
it. get out to the street quick as you
can and turn in the alarm at the corner
patrol box. Here's the key"
"Stop bit" I broke in, "You
mean you may get killed."
'tNot a chance in a thousand; but
a fool if 7 do. Moreover, if he gets
me he will run out and down the hall,
and if you stand there he pot you,
too The house detective of the Rich
elieu will be here in q minute, any
way. Now he's not going to get me-
But we must be ready if he docs,
/ shall try his door with the wire,
and may get in without disturbing
| stood where he put me in the dark,
| heard the manipulation of the lock |
on every faint click of the sliding |
bolt. heard the knob softly turn,
the door spring on it's hinges, and from
within through an open window came
q puff of night air, after moment
the heavy respiration Of sleeper
Whispering Smith, passing in like
eat, left the door slightly open.
] caught at ouce the Whit of an
1t might have been three
minutes later that I heard the scratch
IF match and the faint puff Of gas
Is Whispering Smith cautiously lit it.
He beckoned me in and closed the
loor. On the bed | saw a small man
lying in his shirt sleeves
Throwing of his coat, the detective
began searching the room with the ut.
most energy and thoroughness. There
was scant furniture to impede him.
He ripped the carpet edges and felt
,ts: he went through the bureau and
sven into the upholstered chairs. Then
grabbing the coverlot under the sleep,