The daily Alaskan., 1920-08-07

m tlQL uCScTlptlOu Ol NSNu'iHA "''N vivid scar on the chest of this man Burke? It would be spoken about, II he had any. wouldn't itT
 Sure; they never overlook them things"
 "Good; unbuttOn the front of your shirt, Fred"
 The two stared at the scar thus re- veulcd, still incredulous. yet unable to refute the evidence of It's existence. Roberts touched 1t with his fingers to better assure himself of Its reality. "Darn 1t al," he confessed. "This beats h-l."
 Tt does" coinclded WesCott "This whole affair has been of that kind. Now I'll tell you where Tom Burke Is he lies buried in the Cayendlsh fam fly lot in Brooklyn" =.
 He turned to Colgate, who stood with mouth half open.
 "You're from New York; ever hear of the CavcudiSh murder"
 "Only saw a paragraph in the Chi cagO papers. It 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 l was fol- lowInE-why2"
 "BecauSe this gentleman here Is Frederick Cuvcndish, who was report ed as kiued-sIruck down In his apart ments on the night of April 16. Instead he took the midnight flyer West and you followed him. The dead man was Tom Burke; wait a minute and I'll tell you the story-au 1 know of it, aC least"
 He told it rapidly, yet emitting no detail of any interest. The two de- teCtives. already half convinced of their mistake, listened fascinated to the strange narrative; 1t was a tale of
 crime peculiarly attractive to their minds; they could picture each scene
 in all its colors of reality. As the speaker ended, Roberts drew In his breath sharply.
 But who slugced Burke?" he asked.
 "The fellow went in there after swug ; but who got him|
 That is one question I cant an- swcr." replied Westcott gravely, "and neither cun Fred. It 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 ner way In
 front of CavendiSh, and faced the oth- erS, her cheeks flushed with excite ment, a paper claSped In one hand "Perhaps l can help clear that up,"
 she SalG clearly. This is the letter , found under Miss La Rue's bed. have read part of it. It was written by Jack Cavendish just as he was taking a boat for south America. IL Is not a confess
 >ion," she explained, her eyes search ing their faces. just a frightened boys letter. wouldn't understand it at all | if l didn't know so much about the case. What it seems to make clear Is this: The La Rue girl and Patrick En- right Schemed to get possession of the 1 Cayenlish property through her mar
 riagc 10 John; this part of the pro gram worked out fairly well, but John could not get hold of enough money to satisfy them.
 "EuriEht and the girl decided to put Frederick out of the way. but lacked the nerve to commit murder-at least in New York. Their scheme seems 10 have been to inyeIgle their victim away from the city and then help him to get killed through an accident. In that case the law would award the en | tire estate to John. They never told John this plan, but their constant de mands for money fairly drove the young man to desperation.
 "The making of the will, and the sudden proposed departure Of Fred erick for the west compelled immedi- ate action. yet even then John was kept largely in the dark as to what they proposed doing. All he knew was that Frederick had made H will dis inheritng him; that he left the Col ] lege club with this document in his pocket. and intended later to take q night train"
 She paused. turning the letter over { in her hands, and the men seemed to draw closer in the intensity of their in terest.
 "Some of what say learned from this letter." she went on quietly, "and some I merely deduce from the cir: cumstances. believe the boy went home half mad. his only thought be- ing to destroy that will. In this state of mind, and fortified by drink, he stole later into Frederick's apartments. , I don't believe the hoy actually intend- ed to murder his cousin, but he did in- tend to stun him with a blow from be- hind. seize the paper, and escape un- seen. It was a wild, hare-brained project. but he was only boy, half drunk, worked into frenzy by Celeste i La Rue. He got into the room-prOb- ably through the bath room window unobSeryed, but after Frederick had , departed. This other m0n-RuTke- wus then at the table running through ! he papers he had taken from the