The Arizona copper camp., 1920-09-25

speakers voice clearly audible
through the narrow opening. "There
was dead man back East, wasn't
there?"
what difference does that nlake?"
''None, particularly, except to nat
urally increase the worth of my serv-
ices. I'm not squeamish about stiffs.
but like to know what I am doing.
What are you holding on to this other
fellow forT'
Enright walked nervously across
the room, chewing at his cigar, only to
come back and face his questioner.
"Well, I 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 it in New York
and only 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 / could 1 told
the others over the phone, and we got
busy"
Lacy stared incredulous.
"And there hasn't been no killin'?"
Enright shock his head.
''Not by any of u.s.
"Then how about that dead man in
New York-the one that was buried
for Cavendish? Oh, / read about
that. Beaton showed it to me in the
paper"
''That's the whole trouble" Enright
answered gravely. 81 do not know
who he was, or how he came there.
All 1 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,
if the rest Of this affair should ever
become known. Do you isee? The
charge would be murder, and how are
we going to hold the real Cavendish
alive, and not have it come out?"
'0The other one-the-stiff-wa
Cavendish?'
Certainly not; you know. where
Cavendish is"
81 never saw Fred Cavendish; I
wouldn't know him from Adams off
OK. I've got the fellow Beaton turned
over to me-"
"Well, he's the man; the dead one
isn't"
'sHow do you knows"
because Frederick Cavendish
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 it pulled out.
Isn't that true, Ned?"
eyes, it is, and I never left him."
"But," insisted Lacy stubbornly,
"did you see the dead one?"
"Yes. I kept away from the in
quest, but attended the funeral to get
a glance at his face. It seemed too
strange to be true. The fellow wasn't
Cavendish; I'd swear to that but he
did look enough like him to fool any
body who had no suspicious aroused.
Dammit, it's spooky, the very thought
of it."
"But you saw difference"
Because 1 looked for it; I never
would have otherwise. But anyway,
was already convinced that he was
not the man. / am not sure what [
should have thought if 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, if that
is your story stick to it-but if you
were to ever tell it in court, it would
take a jury about five minutes to bring
in their verdict Lets get to bust
ness. You want me to help out in
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 you
fellows get hold of the stuff, you want
me to call off my working gang and
let Westcott alone. Come, now, speak
up"
"Yes," acknowledged Enright. 81
don't care SO much for Westcott, but
I want things kept quiet"
Lacy whistled few bars, his hands
thrust deep into his trouser pockets.
Then, after few minutes cogitation,
he resumed:
"Al right then; we'll take it as it
lies. The only question unsettled En-
right, is-what is all this worth to
me?''
CHAPTER Vii.
Miss Ia Rue Pays a Call.