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CHAPTER VII-Continued.

Whatever her purpose. she was gone
scarcely a moment. gliding silently
back to the chair beside the window,
with watchful eyes again fixed on the
closed door. Miss Donovan smiled and
Strengthened up. well satisfied with
her ruse. 1t had served to demonstrate
that the ex-chorus girl was far from
being as calmly Indifferent as she had
assumed and it had made equally evil
dent the fact that her visit had an OBJ
ject-the discovery of why Miss Dono-
van was in Haskell. Doubtless she
had made the call at Enright's sugges-
ton. Very well, the lady was quite
welcome to all the information OBJ
tanned. Stella opened the door and the
eyes Of the two met
1.-The Chinaman seems to have gone
home" the mistress Of the room said
quietly. "At least he is not on this
floor or in the Office, and / could see
nothing of Timmons anywhere"
Then 1 suppose we don't drink"
complained Miss La Rue. We'll
might as well go to bed. There amt
much else to do in this jay town"
She got up and moved toward the
door.
IF you're only here viewing the
scenery, l guess you won't remain
long"
Not more than day or so. | am
planning a ride into the mountains be-
fore leaving" pleasantly. Il hope /
shall see You again"
you're quite liable to-" an ugly curl
to the lip. maybe more than you'll
want Goodnight"
Miss Donovan stood there notion
less after the door closed behind her
guest. She was conscious of the sting
in those final words, the half-expressed
threat, but the smile did not desert her
lips. Her only thought was that the
other was angry, irritated over her
failure, her inability TO make a report
to her masters. She looked mt the
valise on the floor. and laughed out
right, but as her eyes lifted once more
she beheld her travelling suit draped
over the head-board of the bed, and in
stantly the expression of her face
changed. She had forgotten hanging ii
there. That must have been where
the woman went when she disap-
peared. 1t was not 10 rummage the
bed at all, but 10 hastily run through
the pockets of her jacket. The girl
swiftly crossed the room and flung
coat and skirt onto the bed. She re-
membered now thrusting the telegram
from Farriss into q pocket on the
morning of its receipt. 1t was SoneI
Her first thought was to search else
where, although she Immediately rea-
liked the uselesness of any such at
tempt The message had been in her
pocket, as she recalled distinctly; she
had fully intended destroying it at the
same time she had torn up the letter
of instruction, but failed to do so.
Now it was in the hands of the La Rue
woman, and would be shown TO the
others. 1t was some time before she
could recall to memory the exact
wording of the telegram, but finally it
came to her bit by bit:
IF any clues, advise immediately.
Willis digging hard. Letter OF instruc-
ton follows
@FARRISS."
There was no mention of names,
yet these people could scarcely fail to
recognize that this had reference to
the Cavendish case. The thought of
personal danger never once entered
her mind. Timidity was not part of
her nature and she gave this phase of
the matter no thought. But she must
communicate with Westcott. tell him
all that had occurred. She would send
him note the first thing in the morn
ing.
Somewhat reassured by this reason
ing. she was still seated there. staring
cut trfn the night. when Enright and