The Arvada enterprise., 1913-02-13
CHAPTER V-(ContInued). q.

CHAPTER V-(contnued).
had not looked at 1t IN that light,
yet felt that he was right. There
could not be a moment Of happiness
for the girl I loved until the black
shadow that menaced her home and
those she loved had been dispelled.
Yes, Davis was right I would go to
Ardway that evening. I stopped only
long enough to telephone Louise OF
my intention and to go to my rooms
for a bag.
'If you have a revolver you'd better
take It with you" said Davis.
"I never owned one in my life," l
replied.
He drew out his own and handed
It to me. 1t was Of the hammerless
variety, fiat and almost square.
BE careful how you use It," he
warned me. IT'S q magazine gun and
goes off with a very light touch"
What do you expect me to find In
Ardway?" I asked him as taxicab
hurried US to the Hudson tunnel
There are two things. First: find
out II Hugh Crandall Is there, when
he arrived and what he has been do
ing. Probably II he is at the hotel
he will be registered under an as
sumed name. Second: find out who
has Lock Box II. There Is list or
box-owners kept in every office, with
the names Of the two references. Find
out all you can without arousing sus-
picion III be out and join you there
tomorrow evening. I'll come out on
this same train. I'll leave itAto you
to find a plausible pretext for ques-
tioning the postmaster"
Tedious as the trip to Ardway would
ordinarily have been, so absorbed was
in puzzling over the mystery | hard
ly noted the passage Of time and was
startled to hear the brakeman calling
my station. | had learned from the
conductor that It was village OF less
than two thousand inhabitants and
that there was only one hotel, about
a block from the station. 1t proved
to be q country hotel of the better
sort, doing q thriving business in feed
ing motor-car folk who passed through
and in taking care of traveling-men
and farmers supply agents who Wis
tied the neighborhood.
AS signed the register | scanned
the names, hoping to see that of
Crandall, but 1t did not appear. Yet
registered the night before was a
name Henry Cook" that caught my
eye. Something about the writing
made 1t as distinctively that OF city
man as his clothes would have distin-
guished him from the country boy be-
hind the desk.
Where will l find the post-ofilce?"
asked the clerk. Il want to get spe-
cial delivery letter off tonight"
It's couple Of blocks up Main
street." he told me. but you'd better
go in and get supper. The dining
room closes at half-past seven and the
post-ofiice stays open until eight"
! took his advice and, after an ex-
oellent meal, lighted my cigar and
walked in the direction he had indi-
Gated. The streets were lighted after
a manner by oil lamps at the corners.
There was no moon and the villagers
for the most part seemed to live in the
rear part Of their homes Few of the
struggling stores had their windows
lighted, so it was with difficulty read
the signs on the buildings | passed,
yet had little trouble finding the
post-offiCe. 1t was a One-story build.
ing that stood on a vacant lot in the
middle OF the block. 1t evidently had
been built by some local politician for
the purpose, as It was not quartered
in the corner of a cigar or grocery
store, as most country offices are
Peering into the darkness ! read the
sign Post-Omce," and noted with
some surprise that the windows were
without lights. drew out my watch
and striking a match looked at the
time. 1t was half-past seven. For
lack Of something better to do |
walked round the building. To my
amazement when reached the end
away from the street | found the rear
door standing wide open, Thinking
perhaps that the postmaster might
merely have gone to supper, relying
on the honesty Of his neighbors to
leave things undlsturbed, | loitered in
the vicinity for full half.hour. At
last, growing impatient. | entered the
rear door and striking another match
looked about me. As far as the uncer.
tain light permitted me TO see. the
place looked As II the postmaster had