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The three were talking earnestly. and
he was standing before them before any
of the group marked his approach. His
eyes were on Cavendish, who instantly
his feet. startledby the man's
sudden appearance. . ’
"There. s no use making 8 scene.
Burke." the Ig man said stcrnly. “for
my partner there has you covered.“
"My name is not Burke; it is Caven-
dish,” ' '
“So I heard in Denver," dryly. "“'e
hardly expccted to find you here, for we
on another matter. So you
were down
are not Gentleman Torn Burke
“Non ,
"I know he is not." interposed West-‘
colt. “I have been acquainted with this
man for nearly twenty years;.he is a
New York capitalist."
"And w t hell are you-a Dal?“
the fellow sneered. "Now, see here, both
of You. I've met plenty -01 Your kind be- ‘
fore, and ii is my business not to forget
a face. This man is under arrest." an
he laid a heavy hand on Cavendish’:
shoulder.
"Under the name of Burke? >0n what
charge?" - 7
"Robbery. at Poughkeepsie. New York;
wanted also for burglary and assault in
Denver. My name is Roberts," he,ad-.
, "assistant superintendent of
the Pinkerton agency: the man with me
is an operative from the New York of-
fice." '
Cavendish glanced past Roberts to
ad with one hand thrust
."You 'know
asked.
"I saw him once: ll'ial's why I was
put on the case. You certainly gave me
some hot chase. Torn."
"Some chase? What do you mean?"
1 "Well. I've been on your trail ever
since that Poughkeepsie Joli-let's see.
You lumped
and I didn't
really get track of you until the night
of April 16. Then a copper in the Penn- -
sylvania depot, to whom I showed your
picture, gave me a. tip that you'd taken
a late train ‘Vest. Ai'ti>r that I trailed
into Mexico.
as far as Denver. It wasn't
hard because you always signed the
same name."
"Of course; it's my own.
had a photograph of me?"
"A polic picture; here it is if you‘
want to look at it-taken in Joilet."
You say you
We-stcott grasped the ‘ sheet, and
spread it open. It was Cavendish‘s face
early enough, even closely-
trimmed beard and thevpecullar twinkle
in the eyes. Below was p med a. brief
description, and this also fitted Cavendish
almost exactl . "
"Well," said Roberts,.none too plea
antly, “what have you got to say now?
,'‘Only this." and the miner squared his
shoulders, looking the other straight in
the eyes. “This man is not Tom Burke.
but I can tell you where Tom Burke is."
s "Yes, you can?’
"Y I cannot only tell you,
but I can prove it." he went on earn-
estly. "This description says that Burke
had a small piece clipped out of one ear,
and that he had a. gold-crowned tooth
in front, rather prominent. This man's
ears are unmarked, and his teeth are of
the ordinary kind.
two detertives exchanged glances
and Roberts grinned sarcastically.
"You'll have to do better than that."
be said gruflly.
“A right. Is there any mention in
that description of I peculiar and vivid
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scar on the chest of this man Burke?
It would be spoken about, if he had any,
wouldn‘t it?" '
"Sure: they. never overlook them
things."
“Good: unbutton the front
shirt. Fred.”
of your
iE two stared at the scar thus re-
Iioberts touched it with
better assure himself of its reality-
"Darn it all." he confessed.
beats hell. '
"It. does," coincided Vlfestcott. "This‘
whole affair has been of that kind. Now
tell you.where Torn Burke is-he
lies buried in the Cavendish family lot
in Brooklyn.” '
He turned to Colgate, who stood with
mouth half open.
"You're from New York: ever, hear f
the Cavendish murder?" < v
"Only saw a paragraph in the Chicago
papers. It case, and the
only thing that interested me was that.
the name happened to be the same as
assumed by the man I was following-
‘1
v. .
"Because this gentleman here is Fred-
erick Cavendish. was reported as
killed-struck down in his apartments
on the night of April- 16. instead he
took the midnight filer ‘Vest and you
followed him. The dead rnnn was om
Burke; wait a minute and Pi] tell you
the story-all I know of it, at least."
He told it rapidly. yet omitting no de-
The two detectives,’
already half convinced of their mistake.
listened fascinated to the strange nar-
rative; it was a tale of crime peculiarly
attractive to their minds:
icture each scene in all
, ‘As the speaker ended, Roberts
drew in his breath sharply.
“But who slugged Burke?“ he, asked.
“The fellow went in there after swag;
but who got him?"
“That is‘ the one question I can’t an-
swer." replied Westcott'gravely. “and
neither can Fred. It oesn't seem to
accord with the rest-of our theories.
Enright told Lacy he didn't know who
the dead man was. or who kiiled'hlm."‘
lillss Donovan pushed her way in front
of Cavendish, and faced the others. her‘
cheeks flushed with excitement, in paper
asped in one hand. i
“Perhaps I can help clear that up."
“This is the letter
La Rue‘s bed.’ I have
read part of it. It was wrlttengby Jack
Cavendish just as he was taking A boat
for South America. It is not a confes-
she explained. her eyes searching
their faces, "Just a frightened boy's‘let-
er. I wouldn't understand it at all itx
I didn't know so much about the case.
Xvhat it seems to wmake clear is this:
The La Rue girl and Patrick Enrlght
schemed to get possession of the Cav-
endish property thru her marriage to
John: this part of the program worked
out fairly well, but John could not get
hold of enough money to satisfy them.
."Enright and the girl decided to put
Frederick out of the way, but ‘lacked
the nerve to commit murder-at least in
"New York. Their schemeseems to have
been to lnveigle their victim away from
t In that case the law
would award the entire estate to John.
hey never told John. this plan. ,but
tbeir constant demands for money fairly
drove the yo
"The in
den Drovosed departure of Frederick for
the “fest, compelled immediate action.
yet even then John was kept largely in
the dark as to what they proposed do-
ing. e new was that Frederick -
had made A will disinheritlng him: that
he left the College Club with this docu-
ment in h pocket, and intended later
to take I night train." ’
She paused. turning the letter over in
men seemed to draw
y I learned from
this letter." she went on on , "and
have the boy actually intended to mur-
der his cousin. but he did intend to stun
him with a blow from behind, seize the
paper. and escape unseen. it was
wild, hnrebralnod project, but he was
only 0. boy. ha drunk, worked into is
frenzy by Celeste La. Rue
deliwfed. and may even have left the
apartment without realizing that the
blow had been a. fata one. Afterward
there was nothing to do butikeep still,
ti let matters take their own course."
what happened then?"
' La ilue woman
- moment the.boy
“'83 9iIN!'I‘1y in their hands. While they
remained in New York they helped him
keep his nerve. but as soon as he,was
left alone, he went entirely to pieces.
He was no criminal, merely a victim of
circumstances. At last something hap-
pened to frighten him into night."
THE iour men straightened up as .her
voice ceased speaking. Then Rob-
erts laughed. as tho ashamed of the
breathless interest he had exhibited.
“I guess she's got that doped out about
right, Colgate," he said almost regret-
ullY- "And
would deceive the very devil.
it. landlord?
glanced about at the others.
you missed your supper’! 'If so, we'd be
glad to have your company," .
“I'il accept the invitation." returned
Cavendish. "I was asleep upstairs and
failed to heal-‘the bell. Perhaps you
gentlemen can tell me what steps I'd
better take in a case like mine."
The three passed out together, follow<
ing the guidance of Timmons, and as
the sound of their voices subsided into a.
confused murmur, Westcbtt glanced into
the face beside him ’
"You must be very tired, dear."
"I am tired, Jim," she said, "but I
mustn't allow it. I have a big job on
a I-‘arriss Will want three thou-
sand words of this and he'll want it
tonight so that e can scoop the town."
‘Scoop the town?“ Vlfeatcott repeated.
“Yes. that means my
story that no other paper gets.
Cavendish case is going to be my scoop.
Will you walk with me down to the sta-
on... ,.
ti .
Big Jim Weslcott nodded silently and
took her arm in his and together they
went out into the night. T >
Each stone, shrub, each dark frown-,
ing cmr reminded them of their meet-
, .
box car hove into v iv, w
lamp still burning, twinkling evidence
that Carson had not retired for the
night: and as they came abreast the
door they found him dozing. -
",Wnke up, Carson." cried Jim. tav-
ping him on the shoulder, “wake up and
get ready to do a big job on the keys.
n keep your ears open. too, old-timer,
for it‘: interesting. every word of it-
Miss Donovan is going to tell a story."
Carson rubbed his eyes. ‘sat up, gave
ample greeting, got up, lit another lamp,
and tests "re. '
"East wire free as air. Jim," he said.
"You can begin that there story when-
ever You want.
n so. weary as she was, and with
nerves still high-pitched, Stella Dono-
van began, slowly at first. until she got
the swing of her "lead." and then more
rapidly:
sheets
past Westcotrs critical eyes and into
the ands of Carson, who operated his
hour went past, an hour and
quarter-Stella, Donovan still
and a I Vvestcott saw her
face tensing under the train, sa
grow wan and ‘Whit . and, reaching
he ripped the fingers that
clinched the pencil
.0 m e Stella." he said firmly,
"you've sent four thousand!"
she looked at him tenderly. "Please;
Jim." she begged. "has: let me add one
more paragraph. It's the most impor-"
tent of all" .‘
The miner released her hand and the
girl wrote hurriedly. [his time passing
the sheets direct to Carson.
the station agent stuck to his task. and
as he tossed the first of the sheets aside.-
an eddying wind caught it,
danced it A moment on the table-top.
then slid it over under the very‘palm.
of big Jim Westcott's right hand. Slowlyy
ed it up and read it. ,
. o be said, with !0mPfhings[range]y
like a cry in his deep voice, "so you've
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