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valois answered almost with rever-

valois answered almost with rever-
ence:
"A nice, quiet gentleman. A man
that liked outdoors and outdoor sports.
Best of all, he liked to spend his
evenings at home reading"
mot much like his cousin John"
she ventured with narrowing eyes.
mo, ma'am. God be praised !
There's a young fool for you. miss,
crazy for the women anu his drink
ing"
II understand that he was dependent
upon Frederick Cavendish."
He was. miss" valois said disgust
eddy. for every cent"
Did they ever quarrel?"
81 never heard them But do
know there was no love lost between
them, and know that young John
was always broke"
Girls cost lots on Broadway"
Miss Donovan suggested, land they
keep men up late, too"
ValoS laughed lightly. "John only
came home to sleep occasionally" he
said; land as for the wOmen-one of
them called on him the day after Mr.
Frederick was killed One of those
tall blondes with a reddish tinge in
her hair. He likes that kind "
Miss Donovan started imperceptibly
This was interesting; a woman In
John Cavendish's apartment the day
oc4 tr,r-
was she? There were a million car
rot-blondes in Manhattan Still, the
woman must have had some distin-
gushing mark; her hat. perhaps, or
her jewels.
did the woman wear any dia-
monds?" she asked.
mo diamonds" ValoiS returned;
"a ruby, though. A ruby set in a big
platinum ring. I saw her hand upon
the knob"
Miss DOnovon'S blood raced fast
She knew that woman. It was Celeste
La Rue From what Miss Donovan
knew of Miss La Rue. she did not
ordinarily seek men; therefore there
must have been a grave reason for
her presence in John CavendlShs
apartments Immediately after she
learned of Frederick's death. A thou
sand speculati0ns entered Miss DOno-
vans mind.
How long was she in the apart
ment?" she demanded sharply.
Fifteen or twenty minutes, miss
until after the mailman came back"
Have you told any one else what
you have told me2"
"Only JOsette She's my fancee
Miss la Baum is her last name She
questioned me about losing my job
and her questions brought things into
my mind that 1 might never have
thought of otherwise. And at last l
came to believe that it wasn't Mr.
Frederick who was dead at ALL"
Miss DOnovan's eyes diiated with
eagerness and amazement.
Not Frederick Cayendshl Mr..
Valois, tell me-why?"
The others voice fell to a whisper
"Frederfck Cavendish, miss" he said
iOliu0tNg Aalu a HNdi VII i-S NliCSi
from football, he once told me-and
the mai we laid out, well. his body was
a bit burned, but had no scar on his
chest"
Miss Donovan sprang suddenly to
! her feet.
Mr.. Valois" she said breathIessly.
"you come and tell that story to my
city editor. and he'll see that you get
a iob-and real one. You and have
started something. Mr. Valois"
| And tossing money TO cover the bill
| on the table, she took Valois' arm, and
! with him in tow hurried through the
, restaurant to the city streets on one
of which was the Star Office, where
Farriss, the city editor, daily damned
/ the doings of the world.
| Farriss, for once, was enthusiastic.
"a great lead! BY the Lord, it is
| Now to prove it. Stella"-Farriss al
ways resorted TO first names-"you
| drop everything else and go to this,
learn what you can, spend money if
/ you have to. I'll drag Willis of police
/ and YOU work with him. I'll give you
a week--when you've got something,
come back !"
| CHAPTER III.