Winnsboro Weekly News (Winnsboro, Tex.), Vol. 12, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, February 18, 1921 Page: 7 of 8
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[*: CtvendlHh requesting that b<
•II Mr Patrick Knrlght. of Knrlght
, Dougherty, sat In hla private offlc«
the top "« °r of ,h* Co,lunder huUd
, m CorNandt street waiting for th#
uth'n uppearance. Since youni
" ihIIhIi hud consulted hlin before
minor matters. Mr. Knrlght had ex-
ited thui >*** would call voluntarily
HfH'r the murder, but In thla b«
,llH,i| |M)lnted. Realizing tbal
[roadway wan very dear to the young
Ln Enrlght had made allowances,
' in weary of waiting," be decided to
H Into the game himself and to tbli
[id had (llHpHtched the note, to which
nvendlsh t>ud replied both by tele-
iioiu' ami 410te- '
|"H,. ought to be here now," mar-
ur,.d Mr. Bnrlght sweetly, looking at
watch, and soon the expected vial-
whs ushered In. Arising to hla
Pt the attorney extended a molat,
Ldgy hand.
■"Quite prompt, John," he greeted,
fgkc tin- < hair there—and pardon me
a moment."
Hk the youth compiled Enrlght open-
the door, glanced Into the outer
|>in, and gave orders not to be dls-
bed for the next half-hour. Then,
kwlng < liia head, he closed the
br and turned the key.
fjohn," he resumed smoothly, "I
somewhat surprised that
failed to consult me earlier re-
cline the will of your lute cousin
derlrk.
|HIi*—hlH will!" John leaned for-
amazed, as he stured Into the
er's exinesHlonleas face. "Did—did
lleave one?"
Joh! that's It," the attorney
icltled. "You didn't know about It,
J you? How odd. On the night of
(dcntli I drew up his will. Incldent-
, I am the only one living aware
such a will was drawn. You see
[ position?"
mine Cavendish didn't; this wan
btrange, confusing.
rhe will," resumed Mr. Rnright,
Is drawn In proper form and duly
kesscd." •
There can't he such n will. None
found."
lily not." said Enrlght with
|t. olnlster gravity. "It wns probably
roved and it was to gain posscs-
of the will that Frederick Caven-
(was killed."
Bin leaped to his feet, hla face
doatfe jrotj quarreled openly In a pnbll*
reataurant l*ter. In a aplrlt of ™r Ro : ■t«yw1 ,n rh« apartment
friendship, I called you up and mud he l" things, expecting to bo
bad made a will practically disinherit- John Cavendish's service.
I«g you. Between that time and the ' '*n dl<1 work h,,, apartmenta,
next morning he la murdered in hli
own apurtmenta, his safe rifled, and
.vet the only paper missing Is this
will, to the existence of which I can
testify. |f ausplrlon Is once cost upon
you, how can you clear yourself? Can
you prove that you were In your own
apartments, asleep In your own hwt
from one o'clock until eight? Answer Work' bnt " ha" been u**'e,w"
but when he returned and saw me
there he aeemed to lose hla temper,
wanted to know why I was hanging
urnund, and ordered me out of the
place. Flung money at me, he did,
told me to get out, that he never
wanted to see me ugaln. Hlnce then
I have tried for three weeks to find
that."
Cavendish tried, hut although hla
ilps moved, they nave utterance to no
sound. Bnrlght scarcely guve b:.n op-
rtunlty.
"8o, the words won't come. I
thought not. Now, listen No living
person—not even my partner—has
While ahe gave him a word of sym-
pathy, Miss I>onovan was busily think-
ing. Hhe remembered Willis' remark
In the apartments, "Are you sure of
the dead man's identity? His face
Is badly mutilated, you know;" and
her alert mind sensed a possibility of
a newspaper story back of young
been Informed of what has occurred. C"vtM,d,"h'" unwarranted and strange
The witnesses, | am sure, did not know 8
the nature of the pai>er thev aimed "Mr Vn,°,H" "ho 8 lrt k,ndr*>
Frederick Cavendish had U.ls will you |n,,n" " ' aHkwl y0U *
executed In a moment of anger and '''
devised his estate to a number of
charities. Ho hud no thought of Im-
mediate death, but merely desired to
teach you a lesson. He proposed to
dlsnp|>ear—or at least, that is my 1
theory—in order that he might test
you on a slender Income. I am able
to look upon the whole matter from
this standpoint, and base my conduct
accordingly. No doubt this will enable I
lis to arrive at a perfectly satisfactory (
understanding."
"You menu that you will maintain
alienee as to the will?"
"Absolutely; as a client your Interests !
will always he my first concern. Of
course I shnll expect to represent you j
In a legal capacity In settling up the
estate, and consequently feel It only j
Just that the compensation for such !
services shall be mutuuily agreed
upon."
"And your fee?"
"Reasonable, very reasonable, when
you consider the service I am doing
you, nnd the fact that my professional
reputation might so easily be Involved
No," the-inun returned.
"All right. First, what sort of a
man was your master?"
Vnlols answered almost with rever-
ence :
"A nice, quiet gentleman. A man
that liked outdoors nnd outdoor sports.
Rest of nil, he liked to spend hla
evening# nt home rending."
"Not much like his cousin John,"
she ventured with nnrrowlng eyeg.
"No, ma'am, Clod he praised I
There's a young fool for you, miss,
crazy for the women and his "drink-
ing."
"I understand that he was dependent
upon Frederick Cavendish."
"He was, miss." Vulols said disgust-
edly! "for every cent."
"Did they ever quarrel?"
"I never heard them. But I do
know there was no love lost between
them, and I know that young John
was always broke,"
"Girls cosf lots on Broadway,"
Miss Donovan suggested, "und they
keep men up late, too."
Vulols laughed lightly. "John only
mended Farrlsa. "Cavendish, I aup
poeer
The two nodded. Their eyes wen
alight with enthusiasm.
"lu the drat place," auid the girl,
5ICS, 2S2JZZ25-
posed, iie left a will." .
Farrlss blinked
cafe, were rewarded for their rigfl,
As they sat toying wlfti their foutt,
fheir eyes commanding the entire
room, they saw a woiuui* into
the cafe entrance and ei. t* the booth
"Ku line!" whisper .1 Wild* to Mlaa
, . _n novan.
There w i but a Interesting <|Vn minutes late. % voung man
"I « i th,* ' P,,T * before, entered the cafe, ev ,-p; if quickly with
Collere nho. .0"' IrT"" °f ,h* * « • «•« then made directly for tbe
"The will was drawn the nibuS^' I 52°™"* hy hl"
*ho mam.. ,g" btl'or* : The man was Cavendish.
It ^ l^rtrir £ - k. 'T. ' "'<* bo«th behind Mia* Donovan
^uiLm rJ 'nV KRJiUM 'nd «nd Willis uore alfnUentlon, their
o,nv of U inT^,^':^'^ strained to catch the wisps of
py his po<ket. And, Mr. ennvwiuntlnti that uAAUut u r <hu l/
Farrlsn, I got something else, too—
Knrlght and young John Cavendish
are in communication further. I saw
htm leaving "nrlght'a office all excited.
Following my hunch. I oultlvated Mis* I11M>Mn„ h...
Healy. Knrlght'a stenographer, and "Yes-wben v.mi tall is,
teamed that the two had an alterca- ' ,nl
tlon and that It was evidently over
soma document."
Stella Donovan began speaking now:
"Celeste La Hue, the blonde of the
conversation thnt eddied over the low
partition.
"Well, I'm here." It was John's
voice, an lll-huuiored voice, too. "But
this la the last time. Celeste. Thtjpe
you talk >«, loud." Her
soft voice scarcely reached t,he listen-
ers. "But this time there wss a good
reason." She laughed. "You didn't
think It was love, did you. deary?"
Revue, b H ir«>t~sii,ne kind <lt hold 'on ! Z* 'IT' ouf!" , <l|"« ^cd|y.
Tnim f, . "Yon want more money, I suppose."
ft? eomatloJl , T' e tber:| "Well, of course. " her voice harden-
when she ,Lr°"n., e "Naturally 1 feel that I should
sliare In your go<jd fortune. But the
pderM
ness It
>se, III
nir. it
Leaped
and thf1 sums to be distributed, which j enme home to sleep occasionally," he
amount to more than a million dollars, j Hn|fj. «„n(j nH for the women—one of
My silence, my permitting the es- them called on him the day after Mr.
tate to go to settlement, and my legal y Frederick was killed. One of those
services combined, ought to be held (on biondeH with a reddish tinge In
as rather valuable—nt, let us say, a hor h(l,r- 1!p n^,, thnt k|m,
hundred thousand. Yes, a hundred Miss Donovan started Imperceptibly,
thousand; I hardly think that Is un-''i«|)|B wns interesting; a woman In
fair."
Cavendish lenped to his feet, his
band gripping his cane.
"You damned black "
"Wult!" and Enrlght arose also.
"Not so loud, pleuse; your voice might
be heard In the outer office. I said
my services would cost you a hundred
thousand dollars. Take the proposi-
tion or leave It, Mr. John Cavendish."
"But—but," the other stammered, all
courage leaving him, "I haven't the
money."
"Of course not," the.threat on En-
right's face changing to a smile. "But
the prospects that you will hnve are
unusually good. I am quite willing to
speculate on your fortunes. A memo-
randa for legnl services due one year
from date—such as I have already
drawn up—and beorlng your signature,
will be quite satisfactory. Glance
over the Items, pleose; yes. sit here
nt the table. Now. If you will sign
that there will be no further cause
for cou to feel any unenslness—this
line, plense."
Cavendish grasped the penholder In
h's Angers, and signed. It wus the
act of u man dazed, half stupefied,
jven-1
lyoarl
Ir.tty
llli-'llt
"My God I" he muttered
"do you mean to say "
Idown, John; this is no cause for
H Now listen. I am not ac-
y«u of crime; not Intentional
|«t least, if an accident happen-
Nt was your misfortune. I
mention these things because
four friend. Such friendship
lirst to inform you wlmt had
led over the phone. I realized
I"'1','rick's hasty determination
•its property elsewhere wus I
lull of a quarrel. 1 believed It
p t" give you opportunity to
"at quarrel up with the least
( delay.
it is truet performed nn un-
F""hI act which. If known,
pi*'*" tue to severe criticism,
however, no taint of criminal
ppon my conduct and. no doubt.
unable to control his actions. In a !
way It was a confession of guilt an ( Miss I,a Baum is her last name,
acknowledgement of his fear of ex-
posure. yet he felt utterly Incapable I
j of resistance. Enrlght unlocked the
| door, and projected his head outside.
j comprehending clearly that the proper
' time to strike was while the Iron was
I hot. •
I Calling Miss Healy, one of his ste-
nographers, he made her an official wit-
ness to the document and the signa-
ture of John Cavendish.
Not until ten minutes inter when he
wns on the street did it occur to John
Cavendish that the carbon copy of
the will, together with the rough notes
In his cousin's handwriting, still re-
mained ln Enrlght's possession. Vain-
ly he tried to force himself to return
nnd demand them, hut his nerve fall*
ed, and he shuffled away hopelessly ln
the hurrving crowds.
# # # s | city editor, and he'll see that you get
a Job—and a real one. You and I hnve
John Cavendish's apartment the day
after his cousin's murder! But who
wns she? There were a million car-
rot-blondes In Manhattan. Still, the
womnn must hnve had some distin-
guishing mark; her hat, perhaps, or
her Jewels.
<*Dld the woman wear any dia-
monds?" she asked.
"No diamonds," Valols returned;
"a ruby, though, A ruby set in a big
platinum ring. I saw her hand upon
the knot)."
Miss Douovon's blood raced fast
She knew that woman. It was Celeste
La Rue. From what Miss Donovan
knew of Miss La Rue, she did not
ordinarily seek men; therefore there
must have been a grave reason for
her presence In John Cavendish's
apartments Immediately after she
learned of Frederick's death. A thou-
sand speculations entered Miss Dono-
van's mind.
"How fong was she in the apart-
ment?" she demanded sharply.
"Fifteen or twenty minutes, miss—
until after tbe halimun came back."
"Have you told auy one else what
you have told me?"
"Only Josette. She's my fiancee.
She
questioned me about losing my Joh,
and her questions brought things Into
my mind that I might never have
thought of otherwise. And at last I
came to believe that It wasn't Mr.
Frederick who was dead at all."
Miss Donovan's eyes dilated wltb
eagerness and amazement.
"Not Frederick Cavendish! Mr.
Valols, tell me—why?"
The other's voice fell to a whisper.
"Frederick Cavendish, miss," he said
hollowly, "had a scar on his chest—
from football, he once told me—and j
the man we laid nut, well, his body was I
a bit burned, but had no senr on his i
chest."
Miss Donovan sprang suddenly to
her feet.
"Mr. Valols," she said breathlessly,
"you come and tell that story to my
when she holds the hoop.
"La Itue's mixed up in this deeply,
too," Willis cut In. "While she was
playing with young Cavendish and
seeing him almost dally, the lovely
Celeste was also In communication
with—guess who P'
"Knrlght?" Farrlss ventured.
"Exactly—Knrlght," he concluded,
lighting Ida half-smoked cigarette.
"Well," the city editor tapped his!
desk; "you two have done pretty well,
so far. You've got considerable dope. |
Now, what do you make of It?"
"It may he a dream." Willis said,
smiling, "but here is the way I stack
It up. The night after he quarreled
with John, Frederick Cavendish called
In Enrlght and made a will, presum-
ably cutting John olY with practically
nothing.
"Immediately after Frederick's de>
parture, Enrlght calls Carlton's cafe
and talks to John Cavendish, who had
been dining there with Celeste La Hue.
It Is reasonable to suppose Unit he
told him of the will. Less than five
hours afterward Frederick Cavendish
Is found dead In his apartments.
Again it Is reasonable to suppose that 1
he was croaked hy John Cavendish, j
who wanted to destroy the will so that
he could claim the estate.
"The dead man is hurled, and John ;
starts spending money like water, j
One month later he receives a letter 1
asking him to call at Knrlght's office.
"Whn! happened there Is probably
this; Young Cavendish was Informed I
of the existence of the will, and It was
offered to hltn at a price which he j
couldn't refuse to pay—Just then.
"Perlmps he was frightened Into
"Teu've ran across something.
that uaiue. I know the mas
Beaton Is a 'sun.' iiikJ he pulled bis
lirat Job when i was doing 'police' In
Philadelphia for the Uecord. Well,
well, my children, this is splendid!
And what next?"
"But, Mr. Farrlss, where Is he." put
In Stella Donovan. "\Yh re was the
message sent from? <Colorado, yes,
hut where lu ColoradoV Thu''s the
thing to find out."
"I thought It might be tbe (art word
In the tnesauge—llaskf'V? vuutured
lu the booth behind. Miss Donovan Willis.
Farrlss. selxlng an atlas, tnuuibed It
until he found a mup of Colorado. To-
gether the three pored over It.
"There It Is!" Stella Donovan cried
suddenly. "Down toward the bottom.
Looks like desert country."
"Pretty dry place for Celeste."
Inughed Willis. "I might call her up
und kid her about It If—"
Farrlss looked at him sourly. "You
might get a raise In snlnry," he
snapped sharply, "If you'd keep your
mind on the Job. Whnt you can do Is
call up. say you're the detective bu-
reau. and ask carelessly about Beaton,
That'll throw a scare Into her. You've
got her number?"
"Riverside 7«183." Willis said In a
businesslike voice.
lie disappeared into the cluttering
local room, to return a moment later
white of face, bright of eye, und with
llps parted.
"What's tbe dope?" Farrlss shot at
him.
"Nothing!" cried the excited young
man. "Nothing except thnt fifteen
minutes ago Celeste La Hue kissed the
Beecber apartments good-by und. with
trunk, puff and toothbrush, bent It."
"To Haskell," added the city edl-
amount I want now. and must have
to-night—to-night, John Cavendish—Is
not altogether for myself. I've heard
from the West."
"My God! Has he been located?"
"Yes, and Is safe for tbe present.
Here, rend this telegram. It's not very
clear, bnt Beaton wants money aiM
asks me to bring It."
"Yoti? Why does he need you?"
"Lack of nerve, I guess; he's out of
his element In thnt country. If It was
the Bowery he'd do this sort of Joh
better. Anyhow. I'm going, and I
want a roll. We can't either of us
afford to lie down now."
Cavendish half smothered an oath.
"How much do yon want?"
"Ten thousand. I'm willing enough
to split fifty-fifty. This Colorado Job
is getting to he expensive, deary. I
wouldn't dare draw on you through
the hanks."
In the back booth Willis muttered:
"Gad. things are going great." Then
he bent his ear to sedulous attention
nnd again he could hear the voice of
Cavendish.
"You've got to tell me what you're
going to do with the money." It said.
The La Rue woman's answer could
not be heard; evidently It wns a whin-
i pered one. and therefore of utmost
Importance. Came n pause, a clink of
' glasses, and then u few struggling
j words filtered over the partition.
"But If the man should talk!"
"Forget It! Ned Benton Is an oys-
ter. Besides, I've got the screws on
him. Come on. Johnnie hoy, don't he j
a fool. We are in this game nnd must 1
tor, "or my hair Is pink. And by
heaven, I believe there's a story there.
What's more, I believe we can get It.
It's blind chance, but we'll t''ke It."
"Let Mr. Willi*—"began s Dono-
van.
"Mind your own business. Stella,"
commanded Farrlss, "and see that
your hut's on straight. Because with-
j In half nn hour you're going to draw
| on the night cashier for fivt- hundred
| dollars and pack your little portman-
I tenu for iluskell. Work guardedly;
] query us when you have to; he sure
; of your facts, and consign your soul
to God. Do I see you moving?"
And when Farrlss looked ugaln he
did.
TO IIE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
MAKE LIVING PEELING UNIONS
play It out. It has been safe, enough 1
signing a promise to pay as soon as j „„ far T know whf|t T nm (,olnc
he. rjrwie into the estate tricked by now_ Yon've got too much at stake to
Knrlght. John Cavendish may be In- haggle over a few thousand, when the
nocent, or he may be guilty, but one
thing Is certain—he's being badgered
to death by two people, from whnt
little we know. One of thern Is the
l.n Rue woman; the other Is Enrlght."
Farrlsa sat reflecting deeply, chew-
ing the stem of his dead pipe.
"There's one thing that conflicts
with your hypothesis. Valols' state-
ment that he was almost positive that
the dead roan wns not Cavendish."
"I now .believe Valols Is mistaken.
In view of developments," suld Willis
with finality. "So does Stella—Miss
Donovan, I mean. Remember the
body was charred across the face
and chest—and Vnlols was excited*
Farrlss was silent a moment.
"Stick to It a while longer," he rap-
ped out; "and get La Rue and Caven-
dish together at their meeting-place, If
you can discover It."
"We can!" Interjected Willis. "It's
Stelnwny'a cafe, the place where the
police picked up Frisco Dauny and
ftcmewhat Peculiar Occupation in
Which Many Persons in England
Are Regularly Employed.
TVelinp onionR for a living ...ay
not be tepanlfd with favoT by nanjr
of us—the average housewife would
object to it as beinp too much of a
"c-rying" occupation—vet there are
more than 500 "peelers" in the east
|r t#
hi*
and j
lend
rt* |
« I
11 be 1
llT*
As Francois Valols trudged ulong
the night streets toward his rooming
house be came face to face with a
trim ,voting woman In a smart blue
„V) serge. "Oh. hello!" she cried plcnsnnt-
"ould"he Yully "vIndlentod! ' U\ bringing up short. Then seeing the
r0 ^ (i|rectly before the ' puwded look upon the vnlet s face, she
testify to fhe existence of a I "aid: "Don't you remember me? I m
| Miss Donovan of the Star. I came
that could not be proved. It up to the apartments the morning of
pr been found." ' the Cnvendlsh murder with one of the
1 true—or rather, It inwy have | boys."
and destroyed. It chances, Valols smiled warmly; men usually
,h«t I took the precaution to ' did for Miss Donovan
r'nrhon copy."
Tiled?"
I1"" along with this unsigned
retain the original memo-
("■nlahed me in Frederick Cav-
°wn bnndwrltlng. I believe,
real standpoint, by the nld of
[")"*• c°urt would be very
r"d s«ch a will proved."
n,''l suddenly forward, fnctng
1 ig Cavendish and brlngipg
' "own !uh*(I upon the desk.
"•Perceive now what this will
" Jon realise where such
I would place you? Unit'r
ProvWing he died without a
7"* tbe sole heir to the
, Frederick Cnvendlsh. It
* known you were not on
wus. Th# evening of hla
"I remember,"
he said dolorously.
The girl sensed some underlying
sorrow ln bis voice snd with profes-
sional skill learned the cause within
n minute. Then, because she believed
thnt there might he more to be told,
and because she wss big-hearted und
Interested In every one's troubles, she
urged him to accompany her to s
near-by restaurant and pour out his
heart while she supped. Lonely am?
disheartened. Valols accepted gladly
and within half an hour they were
seated nt a tiny table In an Italian
cafe.
"About your discharge?" she queried
after a time.
"I was not even asked to accompany
Mr. Frederick's body." he burst out
"even though 1 had been with hlui a
started something. Mr. Valols."
And tossing money to cover the bill
on the table, she took Valols' arm, and
with hltn In tow hurried through the
restaurant to the city streets on one
of which was the Star office, where
Farrlss, the city editor, dally damned
the doings of the world.
Farrlss, for once, was enthusiastic.
"A great lend! Ry the Lord. It Is!
Now to prove it. Stella"—Farrlss al-
ways resorted to first names—"you
dfop everything else and go to this,
learn what you can, spend money If
you have to. I'll dra/f Willis oft police,
and you work with him. I'll give you
n week—when you've got something,
come back I"
CHAPTER III.
On th« Track of a Crime.
In the city room of the Star, Farrlsa,
the city editor, sat back In his swivel
chair smoking s farewell pipe pre
paratory to going home. His thoughts
were suddenly Interrupted by a clatter
of footsteps, and. slapping his feet to
the floor, he turned to confront Willis
•nd Mis* Donovan.
Miss Donovan smiled at him. "Great
Inckl We've got something; and we
dug all week to get It."
"Weil, for Pete sake, shoot 1" de
i money has come to you ns easily as i
this hns. Do I get the money?"
ne must hove ncceded. for bis voice
no longer rose to n high pitch. Pres-
ently, when the orchestra begun play- i
Ing again, '.Miss Donovan and Willis |
Judged the pair were giving their aiten- (
tlon to the dinner. Finally, nfter nn :
hour had passed, Cnvendlsh emerged !
from the booth, went to the check-
room. and hurriedly left thn enfe. j
Waiting only long enough to sntNfy i
herself thnt Cnvendlsh win gTie
Ce'i Ln Hue l,er-<< ' ' frr.-ri ?•
the booth nnd paused for ; n .i, M
beside Its bamboo curtains. Ttcn
turning suddenly, she made her way. j
not toward the exit of the enfe, ,,ut >o '
another small booth hear the check-
room, nnd Into this she disappeared.
But before she had started this short
(ourney, a yellow piece of pnper. closely I
folded, slipped from her belt where [
It hnd been tucked.
"It's the telegram! The one of I
Which they were speaking," Miss I
Donovan'* voice whispered drnnmti- ,0 ,
rally as her eyes swept the tiny clue i Sunday school Sunday.
within their ambit. j
At her words Willis was out of the )
booth. As Miss Donovan watched, she
saw him pass by the folded evidence.
Whnt was wrong? But. no—suddenly
she snw his handkerchief drop, saw-
film nn Instant later turn nnd pick It
up. nnd with It the telegram. Disap-
pearing In the direction of the men's
room, he returned n moment Inter. )
paid the check, nnd with Miss Donovan
on his arm left the cafe.
Outside, nnd three blocks away from
Stelnwn.v's, they paused under an nrc «... . .
light, nnd with slinking hands Willis | riOTSC" JJlO0
end of I/union iilntie. They nre
brought ttji from cln.dhood in this
occupation, and in many cases moth-
ers have also been "jieelers."
I/>ndon. however, ii not the only
haunt of the professional onion-peel-
er. Birmingham can I mast of possess-
in? a fair number of the fraternity.
There no water is allowed to he
i - in fie prores* nf onion-peeling,
though "peelers" are allowed that
privilege in the metro]M>iis to protect
their eves. Spanish onions, so no-
torious for their strong smell, are
rarely used now ; those exported from
Italy are found to he more puitable
substitutes, as they arc cot nearly ao
pungent.
You are invited to attend
i3f '; '
i*.
"La Ruel" Whispered Willis to Miss
Donovan.
Mad Mike Melghan two years ago. I
followed them, but could not get near
enough to hear what they said."
"Then hop to It," Farrlss rejoined.
"Stick around there until you get
something deeper. An for toe—I'm
going home. It's two o'clock."
• • ' • « • • •
It was the wcond night after Farrias
had given them his Instructions thst
Miss Donovan and Willis, sitting In
th* last darkened booth in Stelnway'a
darkened
showed her the message. There. In the
flickering rays, the girl read Its torn
and yet enlightening message:
"lorndo. Mny 10. 1015.
"him snfe. Beport and collect.
come with roll Monday sure
've seeu papers. Remember Haskell.
"NRD."
"It's terribly cryptic. Jerry," she said
to the other, "hut two things we know
from It."
"One Is that Ln Rue's going to blow
; the burg some day—-soon."
| "The other, thnt 'Ned,' Is Ned Ben-
! ton, the mnn mentioned buck there In
Stelnwny'a. Whatever his connection
ia, we don't know. I think we had
' better go to Farrlss, don't you?'
"A good hunch." Willis replied, tak-
ing her arm.
In th« lr enthusiasm they upset fhe
custom of the office and broke Into
Farrlss' fullest hour. Into his Impa-
tient ears they dinned the story of
whnt they had Just learned, ending up
by passing him the telegram.
For n mere Instant he glanced at
them then his lips began to move.
"Benton — Ned — Ned Benton — Ned
Benton." be mused nod then snt "bolt
upright In his chulr. while he hanged
the desk with a rouud, hnrd list.
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