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

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assumed and 1t had made equally EVIL.
dent the fact that her visit had an oh.
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 auite
welcome to all the Information OBJ
tanned. Stella opened the door and the
eyes of the two met.
"The Chinaman seems to have gone
home" the mistress of the room said
quietly. AT least he Is not on this
ioor or In the office. and / could see
nothing Of Timmons anywhere"
Then I suppose we don't drink"
complained Miss La Rue. well, l
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, 1 guess you won't remain
long,"
Not more than a day or so. l am
planning a ride into the mountains be-
fore leaving" pleasantly. II 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 motion
less after the door closed behind her
guesr. 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, irrltated over her
failure, her inability TO make a report
to her masters. She looked at the
valise IN 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 it
there. That must have been where
the went when she diSap-
peared. 1t was not to rummage the
bed at all, but to 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 a pocket on the
morning of its receipt. 1t was gone!
Her first thought was to search else
where, although she Immediately rea-
lized 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 II 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 1t
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,
get 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 a note the first thing in the morn
ing.
Somewhat treasured by this reason
tnr che xrn, ef;IJ caa{n1 tharn stamina
out into the night, when Enright and
Beaton returned. Stella heard the
tread of horses feet, before her eyes
distinguished the party approaching,
and she drew back cautiously. In the
glow Of the light she could perceive
four men in saddle halt in front Of
the hotel. three of whom GismOunted
and entered the building, the fourth
grasping the reins of the riderless ami
mails and leading them up the street.
She heard the murmur of voices be-
low and the heavy steps of the men as
they anne slowly up the stairs. Then
a door opened %creakingly and she
caught the sound of a wOman's voice.
as that you, NedT"
"Sure; what are you doing up at
this hour?'
"Never mind that. Who have you
got with your"
"Enright and Lacy-why?"
~ want you all to come in here a
minute; don't make so much noise"
4 voice or two grumbled, but feet
shufled along the bare floor and the
door creaked again as it was carefully
closed behind them. Stella opened her
own door a crack and listened; the
hall, lighted only by a single oil-laslp
at the head of the stairs, was desert
ed and silent. She stole cautiously for
ward, but the voices In Miss La Rue's
room were mufied and indistinct, not
an audible word reaching aer ears.
The key was in the lock, shutting out
all view of the interior. Well, what
was the difference? She knew what
was occurring within-the stolen tele-
gram was being displayed, and dis
cussed. That would not delay them
long and It would never do for her to