The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-09-02

what was being said, the miner thrust
the heavy blade OF his jackknifc be-
meath the ill-ftting window sash and
succeeded In noiselessly lifting Il q
scant half inch. He bent lower, the
speakers voice clearly audible
through the narrow opening. "There
was a dead man back East, wasn't
there?"
"What difference does that maker"
"None, particularly, except to nat
urally increase the worth Of my serv-
ices. Tm not cqueamish about stiffs,
but / like to know what l am doing.
What are you holding on to this other
fellow for?"
Enright walked n~ervously across
the room, chewing at his cigar, only to
come back and face his questioner.
"Well, / suppose I might as well tell
you" he said almost savagely. you're
in too deep already to wiggle out. We
made rather a mess of IL In New York,
and only a bit Of luck helped US
through. We had the plans ready for
three months, but nothing occurred to
give us a chance. Then all at once
Cavendish got his first telegram from
Westcott and decided to pull out, not
telling anyone where he was going. He
employed me to draw the will, and told
me he planned to leave the city for
some time. As soon as l could / told
the others over the phone, and we got
busy"
Lacy stared incredulous.
sand there hasn't been no killin'T'
Enright shook his head.
"Not by any Of u.s."
"Then how about that dead man in
New York-the n that was buried
for C%avendish2 oh, / read about
that. Beaton showed 1t to me In the
paper"
"That's the whole trouble" Enrlght
answered gravely. 81 do not know
who he was, or how he came there.
All I know is, he was not Frederick
Cavendish. But his being found there
dead In Cavendish's apartments, and
identified, puts us In an awful hole,
III luG ItSI vi lillS uiluiE cllbulu SNSA
become known. Do you see? The
charge would be murder, and how are
we going to hold the real Cavendish
alive, and not have 1t come out?"
"The other northumberland
CavendishF"
Certainly not; you know where
Cavendish is"
81 saw Fred C~avendish; I
wouldn't know him from Adams Off
OK. I've got the fellow Beaton turned
over to me-"
swell, he's the man; the dead one
isn't"
slow do you know"
Because Frederick Cavendlsh
bought and signed a %round-trip ticket
to Los Angeles, and boarded the mid
night train. My man reported that to
me, and Beaton just had time to catch
the same train before II pulled out.
Isn't that true, Ned?"
"Yes, 1t is, and I never left him."
"But," insisted Lacy %stubbornly.
did you see the dead one?"
"Yes. / kept away from the In
quest, but attended the funeral to get
a glance at his face. It seemed too
strange to he true. The fellow wasn't
Cavendish; I'd swear to that, but he
did look enough like him ia fool any.
body who had no suspicious aroused.
Dammit, It's spooky, the very thought
Of It."
"But you saw a d%ifferencef"
Because / looked for It.; I never
would have otherwise. But anyway
I was already convinced that he was
not the man. I am not Sure what I
should have thought IL I had met him
alive upon the street"
Lacy appeared amused, crossing the
room. and expectorating into the open
stove.
"You fellows make me laugh" he
said grimly. 81 am hardly idiot
enough to be taken in by that sort
Of old wives tale. However, II that
is your story, stick to it--but IL you
were to ever tell It In court, It would
take a jury about Eve minutes to bring
IN their verdict. Let's get to bust
less. You want me to help out in a
sort of accident, I presume-a fall
over a cliff, or the premature discharge
Of blasting powder; these things are
quite common out here. And to pre-
vent any stir at this end, before Won
fellows get hold Of the stun. you want
me to call on my working gang and
let Westcott alone. Come, now, speak
up"
eyes," acknowledged Enright. II
don't care so much for Westcott, but
/ want things kept quiet"
Lacy whistled q few bars, his hands
thrust deep into his trouser pockets.
Then, after q few minutes cogitasion,
he resumed:
.All right then; wen take It a 4
lies. The only question unsettled. m,
right is-what = a this worth 10
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