The Lamar register., 1920-04-28

the rippleS below.
"Why." he exclaimed in surprise.
"how long have you been here?"
"Sevcral minutes" and she turned
to face him. 81 waited until the car
ringe passed before coming onto the
bridge. took the foot path from the
hotel"
"You sent for me: there is some ex-
PLANTATION, no doubt?"
The lady smiled, lifting her eyes to
his face.
.There is" she answered. "A per
fectly satisfactory one, l believe; but
this place is too prominent. as have
rather lnrg story to tell
There is rocl; seat helow. just he
yond the clump of willows. quite out
of sight from the road" he suggested.
Perhaps you would go with me
.here?"
"Whnt trail is that?"
at leads to mines up the canyon,
my own Included. but is not greatly
Travelled; the main trail is farther
east"
She walked to the edge of the bridge
and permitted him to assist her down
the bank. There was something Of
reserve about her manner. which pre-
vented WeStcott from feeling alto
gether at ease. Neither broke the ST.
lence between them until they reached
the fiat boulder and had found seats
in the shelter of overhanging trees.
She sat n moment. then she turned
toward him questioningly.
81 was very rude" She said, "but
you will forgive me when I explain
the cause. l had to act as did or
else lose my hold entirely on that
man-yOu understand?"
81 do not need to understand" he
answered gallantly. at is enough that
you say So"
mo, II is not enough. value your
friendship, Mr.. Westcott, and need
your advice"
You may feel confidence In me-"
"Oh, | do; indeed, you cannot real
i've how thoroughly / trust you" and
impulslvely she touched his hand with
her own. THAT is why wrote you
to meet me here-so ! could tell you
the whole story"
He waited his eyes on her face.
81 received my letter this morning
the letter told you | expected, con-
tanning my Instructions. They-they
relate to this man Ned Beaton and the
woman he expects IN this train"
"Your lnstructionsf'' he echoed
houbtfully. you mean you have been
sent after these people on some crini-
nal matter7 You are detective7"
There must have been a tone Of
distrust In his voice, for she turned
and faced him defiantly.
No; not that. Listen: l am
newspaper woman, a special writer
on the New York Star" She paused,
her cheeks flushing with nervousness.
Tit was very strange that l met
you first of all--for II seems that the
case is of personal interest TO you"
ITO me Why, that is hardly likely.
If it originated In New York"
at dId"-she drew in sharp
breath-"for It originated in the muir
der of Frederick Cavendish.''
''The murder OF Cavendishi He has
been killed."
Yes; at least that is what every.
one believes. except possibly one man
his former valet. His body was
found lying dead on the floor of his
private apartment. the door OF his safe
open. the money and papers missing.
The coroner's jury brought In ver-
diet Of murder on these facts"
But when was thisf"
She gave the date and he studied
over it.
The same day he should have re-
ceiyed my telegram" he said grayely
That's why the poor fellow never an
swered." He turned to her suddenly
but what became OF my others" he
asked. "and Of all the letters I wroter
THAT is exactly what want to
learn They must have been delivered
TO his cousin, John Cavendish. I'll tell
you all | know. and then perhaps. be-
tween us, we may be able to figure It
out
Briefly and clearly she set before
him the facts she and willis had been
able to gather: the will, the connec-
tion between Enright and John Cav
cndish, the quarrel between John and
Frederick, the visit of John to En-
rights office. the suspicion of valoi.
that the murdered man was not Cav
puliSl and finally the conversation