The Arizona copper camp., 1920-07-10

the cafe entrance and enter the booth
directly ahead of them.
la Rue!" whispered Willis to Miss
Donovan.
Ten minutes later a young man
entered the cafe swept it quickly with
his eyes, then made directly for the
enclosure occupied by his inamorata.
The man was Cavendish.
In the booth behind Miss Donovan
and Willis were all attention, their
ears strained to catch the wisps of
conversation that eddied over the low
partition.
well, I'm here" 1t was Johns
voice. an ill-humored voice, too. "But
this is the last time, Celeste. These
meetings are dangerous"
"Yes-when you talk SO loud" Her
soft voice scarcely reached the listen
ers. "But this time there was a good
reason" She laughed "You didn't
think it was love, did you, deary?"
ooh, cut that outw disgustedly.
''You want more money, / suppose"
"WeIl, of course" her voice harden
ing. naturally / feel that | should
Share in your good fortune. But the
amount l 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?"
Eyes, and is safe for the present.
Here, read this telegram. It's not very
clear, but Beaton wants money and
asks me to bring it,"
"You? Why does he need you?''
'Lack of nerve, I guess: he's out of
his element in that country. If it was
the Bowery he'd do this sort of job
better. Anyhow, I'm going, and
want roll. We can't either of us
afford to lie down now"
Cavendish half smothered an oath.
'H0w much do you want?"
''Fen thousand. I'm willing enough
to split ffty-1ifty. This Colorado job
is getting to be expensive, deary. I
wouldn't dare draw on you through
the banks
In the back booth Willis muttered:
'Gad, things are going great" Then
he bent his ear to sedulous attention
and 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 was whis-
pered zone, and therefore of utmost
Importance. Came a pause a clink Of
glasses, and then few struggling
words filtered over the partition.
"But if the man should talk!"
Forget it Ned Beaton is an oys-
ter. Besides, I've got the screws on
him. Come on, JoMnnie boy, don't be
fool. We'are In this game and must
play it out. 1t has been safe enough
so far, and I know what / am doing
now. You've got too much at stake to
haggle over few thousand, when the
money has come to you as easily as
this has. Do I get the money!"
He must have .acceded, for his voice
no longer rose to high pitch. Pres.
CuIhJs NliCh OItIlCCLId UGSAh
ing again, Miss Donovan and Willis
judged the pair were giving their atten-
tiOn to the dinner. Finally, after an
hour had passed, Cavendish emerged
from the booth, went to the check
room, and hurriedly left the cafe
Waiting only long enough to satisfy
herself that Cavendish was gone,
Celeste La Rue herself emerged from
the booth and paused for a moment
beside its bamboo curtains. Then
turning suddenly, she made her way,
not toward the exit of the cafe, but to
another small booth near the check.
room, and into this she disappeared.
But before she had started this short
journey, yellow piece of paper, closely
folded, slipped from her belt where
it had been tucked
''It's the telegram The one of
which they were speaking" Miss
Don0van's voice whispered dramati-
cally as her eyes swept the tiny clue
within their ambit.
At her words Willis was out of the
DOOln. <AS MISS OOHONdu WdlCI1Su, .SuS
saw him pass by the folded evidence.
What was wrong? But, no-suddenly
she saw his handkerchief drop, saw
him an instant later turn and pick it
up, and with it the telegram. Disap-
pearing in the direction of the mems
room, he returned a moment later
paid the check, and with Miss Donovan
on his arm left the cafe.
Outside, and three blocks away from
Steinway's, they paused under an arc
light, and with shaking hands Willis
showed her the message. There, in the
Pickering rays, the girl read it's torn
and yet enlightening message:
dorado, May 10, 1916.
"him safe Report and collect.
come with roll Monday sere
We seen papers. Remember Haskell.
"NED."
TITS terribly cryptic Jerry" she said
to the other, "but two things we know