The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-12-10

10 forget face. This man Is under
arrest" and he laid a hand heavily on
Cavendish's shoulder.
"Under the name of Burke7 On
what charger"
Robbery, at Poughkeepsie. N. T.;
wanted also for burglary and assault
In Denver. My name is Roberts," he
added stiffiy. 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 Burker' he
asked. t'
II saw him once; that's why Bk&~ 8
put on the case. You certainly gave
me some hot chase, Tom"
"Some chaser What do you mean"
"Well, I've been on your trail ever
since that Poughkeepsie job-let's see.
that was two months ago. You jumped
first to New York city, and didn't
really get track of you until the night
of April 16. Then 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 me?"
"A police picture; here 1t is II you
want to look at it-taken In Joliet"
Westcott grasped the sheet, and
spread 1t open. 1t was Cavendish'S
face clearly enough, even to the close
twinkle in the eyes. Below was print
ed 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 noe
Tom Burke. but l can tell you where
Tom Burke u.s."
"Yes, you canw
but can prove It," 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 grufiiy.
"All right. Is there any mention
in that description Of peculiar and
vivid scar on the chest of this man
Burke? IT would be spoken about. IL
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-
vealed, still incredulous. We. unable
to refute the evidence Of its existence.
Roberts touched 1t with his fingers to
better assure himself Of Its reality.
Darn 1t ALL" he confessed. This
beats HI"
1T does" coincided 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 murder"
"Only saw 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-whyT
Because this gentleman here Is
Frederick Cavendish, who was report
ed as killed--struck down in his apart
ments on the night Of April 10. Instead
he took the midnight flyer West and
you followed him. The dead man was
Tom Burke; wait minute and I'll tell
you the story-all l know Of II, at
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; It was q tale of
crime peculiarly attractive to their
minds; they could picture each scene
In all Its coiors Of reality. As the
speaker ended, Roberts drew in his
breath sharply.
"But who slugged Burke7" he asked.
The fellow went In there after swag:
but who got himr
THAT Is one question I can't an
swer," replied Westcott gravely. land
neither can Fred. II 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.
Perhaps I can help clear that up,"
she said clearly. "This IL the letter