Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1904-10-27
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keep out of sight
Darrell did not Fsk himself what this
might mean, but turned into the hall
way leading up to Murgatroyd's Office.
He did not ascend the stairs, but halt
ed and waited.
In a few moments the young man
showed himself at the door Instant
ly Darrell stepped out and confronted
him.
Your name is Lenyard," said OAR
rel, quietly, land you may call me Nc
Cloud. l wish to talk with YOU
Il do not care to talk with you" was
the short answer.
Lenyard would have made off down
the street had not Darrell thrust an arm
through his.
Come, come" said Darrell For
some reason you seem to have become
suspicious of me, but want to be your
friend"
"You can never be a friend Of mine,"
was the harsh retort.
Every WE'LL" was the unruf1ed re-
Spouse. "You can at least grant me Is
minutes of your time-for the sake of
Elise"
Lenyard's arm trembled against OAR
rel's and he walked a few steps with
out comment
Where are you taking me?" he de-
manded, at last, hating abruptly.
ITO the Grand Central"
mot there! If you are bound to talk
with me it must be somewhere else"
They went to Hawkbill's. 1t was
too early for the games and only a few
people were at the place. At a table
in an obscure corner they seated them
selves, Darrell in such position that his
eyes commanded the door.
Hardly were they in their chairs
when a white-aproned waiter came up
for their order.
Nothing" said Darrell, shortly.
whisky" said Lenyard, with almost
savage Impotence. The waiter went
away. Now" he resumed, surveying
Darrell with supreme distrust, "you can
go on. The quicker you're through and
the quicker l leave you the better I'll
like it"
"Mrs. Gorton and Miss Avery" said
Darrell, plunging at once into the mat
ter, came to me in Anaconda a month
ago with a letter from an eastern man
asking my aid in an important mat
ter"
He paused. The waiter came up, set
down the whisky and water and Len
yard flung him his pay.
The waiter left. With a quick move
ment Darrell leaned over, caught up the
whisky and swallowed 1t at a gr1lp. A
muttered exclamation escaped the
young mans lips and he started an
grily to rise.
f'Sit down." ordered Darrell, looking
squarely into the young mans eyes.
Lenyard returned the look defiantly,
but sank mutely back into his chair.
''I'm the one who needs the whisky,
not you," resumed Darrell, calmly.
Mrs. Gorton and her niece are look
ing for Miss Avery's father, who left
New York five years ago. Mr.. Avery
has not been heard from, in any way,
for more than year. The latest in
formation secured by Miss Avery
places her father in Sandy Bar; it
came to her indirectly"
This bit of news had a strange eff
feet on Lenyard. He whitened and a
gasp escaped his lips
"Then there's no doubt" he NUT
tered, huskily, absolutely no doubt"
barrels glittering eyes riveted them
selves on the youths facet
mo doubt of what?" he asked, in a
compelling voice.
why" answered Lenyard, slowly,
"there was a man killed in this camp
of Sandy Bar month ago and there
were letters in his pocket-letters and
other things that went to prove that
he was other than he seemed"
"Who did he seem to be and who
was he in reality?"
HE seemed to be a gambler named
Jack Sturgis. Now, from what you
tell me, | know that the other PROOF
was conclusive. His real name was
Ezra Avery"
"Ah!" muttered Darrell, resting his
face moodily ON his hand.
God help mel" whispered the pal
lid Lenyard. 81 had never seen Avery
and did not know him rs Sturgis.
Right here in this room he all but
ruined me. AS result of a game
had with him l might have lost my
life, but as it CHANGED Avery lost his.
oh, Elise, Elise!"
CHAPTER XIV.
Darrell CONTINUES HIS TALK