The daily Alaskan., 1920-08-05

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 felt that here was the key which was to unlock the secret of this strange crime. Whoever the man upstairs might prove to be-the real Caven- dish or some impostOr-this paper she held in her hands was destined to be link In the chain. She unfolded 1t slowly and her eyes traced the written words within. It was a nasty scrawl, written on the cheap paper of some obscure hotel in Jersey City, extreme lv difficult to decipher, the hand of the man who wrote exhibiting plainly the excitement under which he la bored. e..
 It was a message of warning; he was leaving New York, and would sail that evening for some place in South America; where he did not say. Love only caused him to tell her what had occurred. A strange word puzzled her, and before she could declpher 1t, voices broke the silence, followed by steps on the stairs. She glanced up quickly; it was Westcott returning, accompanied by tall, rather slender man with a closely trimmed beard. The two crossed the room, and she met them standing, the opened letter still in her hand. ...-.
 Miss Donovan, this is Frederick Cayendish-the real Frederick Cav endish. have told him something Of the trouble he has been to us all"
 The real Frederick Cavendish smiled down into her eyes, while he held her fingers tightly clasped Ia his own. She believed in him, liked him instantly.
 "A trouble which I regret Very much" he said humbly. "Westcott has told me a little, a very little, of what has occurred since I left New York so hurriedly two months ago. This is the first I knew about 1t, and the mystery of the whole affair is as puzzling as ever"
 Her eyes widened wOnderingly.
 You cannot explain2 Not even who the dead man was found mur- dered in your apartments2"
 "I haven't the least idea"
 "Fred has told me all he knows" !" broke in Westcott, 'but 1t only eI- tends to midnight when he left the city. He was In his apartments less than ten minutes after his valet re- tired. He supposed he left everything in good order, with a note on the writlng-table instruCtlng YalOis what to do during hls absence, and inclos- ing a sum of money Afterward, on the train, he discovered that he had mIslaid the key to his safe, but this oCCasloned no worry, as he had taken with him all the cash 1t held, and the papers were of slight importance" l"
 But" she broke in impatlently, "where did he go? How did he es- cape encountering Beaton and why dld he fail to answer your messageT The eyes of the two men met, and they both smiled
 "The very questions I asked" re piled Westcott instantly. Tn the in- structions left YaIois was a check for five thousand dollars made to my or der. to be forwarded at once. Fred's destination was Sonora, Mexico, where he had some large copper in- IerestS. He intended 10 look after these and return here to Haskell with in week, or ten days. But the war in Mexico made this impossIble-once across the border he couldn't get back. He wrote me, but evidently the letter miScarried."
 And Beaton missed him entirely"
 By pure luck. Fred phoned the New York Central for lower to Chi cago, and they were all gone. En. right must have learned. In some way, of his calling that office, and so in. formed Beaton, who took that train. Later, from his own rooms, Cavendlsh secured accommodations on the Penn- Jylvana." 2
 He paused, endeavorlng to see out through the window, hearing the hoot beats of an approaching team.
 "Wh0t's that, Pete?" he asked of Timmons, who was lowering as close Iy as be dared. "Pretty late, isn't lt?"
 Guests, I reckon; the Overland was three hours late; sure, they're stop pin yere."