Vernon Parish Democrat. (Leesville, La.) 1917-193?, 1920-11-11

to forget face. This man is under
arrest" and he laid hand heavily on
Cavendish's shoulder.
"Under the name Of Burke? On
what charger"
Robbery, at Poughkeepsie, N. T.;
wanted also for burglary and assault
in Denver. My name is Roberts," he
added stifiy, assistant superintendent
of the Pinkerton agency; the man with
me is an operative from the New York
Office"
Cavendish glanced past Roberts
toward Colgate, who stood with one
hand thrust in his side pocket.
you know this man Burke?" he
asked.
II saw him once; that's why was
put on the case. You certainly gave
me some hot chase, Tom
"Some chase? What do you mean?"
"Well, I've been on your trail ever
since that POughkeepsie job-lets see,
that was two months ago. You jumped
first to New York city, and 1 didn't
really get track of you until the night
Of April 16, Then a copper in the
Pennsylvania depot, to whom showed
your picture, gave me tip that you'd
taken late train west. After that l
trailed you through Chicago. down into
Mexico, and back as far as Denver. 1t
wasn't hard because you always signed
the same name"
"Of course; it's my own. You say
you had a photograph of mel"
"a police picture; here it is if you
want to look at it-taken in Joliet"
Westcott grasped the sheet, and
spread it open. 1t was Cavendish's
face clearly enough, even to the close
ly trimmed beard and the peculiar
twinkle in the eyes. Below was print
ed a brief description, and this also
fitted Cavendish almost exactly.
''Well," said Roberts, none too pleas
antly, "what have you got to say now?"
"Only this" and the miner squared
his shoulders, looking the other
straight in the eyes. "This man is not
Tom Burke, but I can tell you where
Tom Burke is"
Eyes, you cant"
eyes, can. I cannot only tell you,
but / can prove II" he went on earnest
ly. This description says that Burke
had small piece clipped out of one
ear, and that he had a gOld-crOwned
tooth in front, rather prominent. This
mans ears are unmarked, and his teeth
are Of the ordinary kind"
The two detectives exchanged
glances and Roberts grinned sarcas-
tically.
you'll have to do better than that, "
he said grufly.
"All right. Is there any mention
in that description of a peculiar and
vivid scar on the chest of this man
Burke? 1t would be spoken about, it
he had any, wouldn't itY'
Sure; they never overlook them
things"
Good; unbutton the front of your
shirt, Fred"
The two stared at the scar thus re-
vealed, still incredulous. yet unable
to refute the evidence of its existence.
Roberts touched it with his fingers to
better assure himself of it's reality.
Darn it ALL he confessed. "This
beats HI"
ut does" conceded Wescott. "This
whole affair has been of that kind.
Now I'll tell you where Tom Burke is
he lies buried in the Cavendish fam
lily lot in Brooklyn"
He turned to Colgate, who stood with
mouth half open.
"YOu're from New York; ever hear
of the CaVendish murderT"
"Only saw a paragraph in the Chi
cago papers. 1t wasn't my case, and
the only thing that interested me was
that the name happened to be the
same as assumed by the man was fol
lowing-why?"
Because this gentleman here is
Frederick Cavendish, who was report
ed as killed-struck down in his apart
ments on the night of April 49, Instead
he took the midnight flyer West and
you followed him. The dead man was
Tom Burke; wait a minute and III tell
you the story-all l know of it, at
\ least"
He told it rapidly, yet emitting nc
detail of any interest. The two de
tectives, already half convinced OF
their mistake, listened fascinated to
the strange narrative; it was tale OF
crime peculiarly attractive to theil
binds; they could picture each scene
in all it's colOrs of reality AS the
speaker ended, Roberts drew in his
breath sharply.
"But who slugged BurkeT" he asked
1.-THE fellow went in there after swag
but who got himT
"That is one question / can't an.
swer," replied Westcott gravely, land
neither can Fred. 1t doesn't seem to
accord with the rest of our theories
Enright told Lacy he didn't know who
the dead man was, or who killed him
Miss Donovan pushed her way in
front of Cavendish and faced the 9th.
ers, her cheeks flushed with excite
ment, a paper clasped in one hand.
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