The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1914-01-18

". 1t is SO encouraging. You think
there Is a chance to get Geordie back?
II isn't the money only the police; they
won't let me meet the terms of ransom
and I am afraid something will happen
1.-THE police are quite right. We all
have a duty toward each other. IL you
accede to the ransom terms, you in
crease the criminals chances against the
law. But don't anticipate much trouble.
Geordle is somewhere. and you can be
quite sure he is safe from harm while
his abductors have hopo of getting
| money" He smiled reassuringly. Turn
ing to the nurse, he said quickly;
81 read in the paper tAis morning,
Miss McDermott, that you vaguely heard
Geordie calling Ponto.' Is the account
| true, and can you be quite certain II was
| Geordie's voice."
"oh, I'm not at all sure about any
thing, Mr.. Poe" cried the woman. a
numb fixed stare of pain in her faith
| full eyes as she raised them fully to
Poe's. II should have awakened. 1 felt
90 sort OF strange"
"Might the whispered word have been
Pronto?'' asked Poe
''Yes. but l can't see why Geordie
should say that I never heard the word,
and Ponto' Is the name Of his pony
And you are not sure that 1t was
| Geordie's voice at all?'
Not at all, sir 1t is all so hazy.
| must have drcamt It,"
''rm afraid not 1 only wish you were
| more sure or tne voice,
! He turned abruptly TO Mrs. MacGregor,
who lay back with eyelldS closed culver
| lngly. She twitched nervously. and
| tossed in an endeavor TO find comfort on
! her couch.
Does that wheeling accordion bother
you?" asked Poe, as a garoed version
| of Nellie Gray came distinctly through
the window from the blind beggar across
"He plays such dreadful thInss!" cried
| Mrs. MacGregor, opening her eyes. The
poor fellow is probably as badly Off as |.
It's only my nerves, ! don't like to"
ed for the door, motoning Rose to fol-
low. When the nurse had closed the
door behind them he said softly; =,
| to Mrs. MacGregor, and rub her head
until she goes to sleep. E.verytA!ns will
be quiet now. She must have sleep"
Yes, yes. Mr.. Poe. she'n feel better
now that you have come to help her. You
are so good. Sir
The blind oesgar began new tune,
| and Poe hurried out and across the street.
Would YOU mind moving further
along?" he said gently. There's a sick
| lady IN the house opposite You'll find
| more people up at the park entrance"
He dropped a 50-cent piece into the quiv-
"This one tune and then 10. sir"
'Tf you wouldn't mind" said Poe, you
cam finish 1t further along
"Oh. all right, sir all right answered
the beggar quickly. getting stffy 10 his
feet. and standing still n moment as he
finished few fina! tars. and then hob
bled on toward the park entrance. feel
ing his way with his staff.
The soft violet shade in Christopher
Poe's eyes became more vivid, he drew
the corners of his nostrils and lips to-
gether In two deep wrinkles. and watched
the man for half minute Then he re-
turned TO the MacGTegor mansion and en-
tered by the servants door.
The maids were sufficiently familiar
with bis face 90 defer 10 him. as
close friend Of their former master with
their aid he found the several entrances
TO the basement and inspected them
carefully. Then Andrew took him to the
rooms above where he examined the win
dow locks and found them all quite In
order But he was not satisfied with ex-
aminine this floor or tho one above: he
went on up 10 the dread Peacock room,
looking everywhere for traces of the man
| or men who had spirited Geordic away.
On up to tho turrct lie climbed, only
glancing a, tho big barred door behind
which Geordie's grandfather had raved a
lunatic for so many wears.
"The doors been pastercd up since
was here last" he remarked passing on
| into the attic.
"Yes, sir. near two months ago. sir.
when the rooms were redecoratcd. II was
] madame's orders" said Andrew.