The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1920-08-28

1oOl. we are IN tnlS game ana InuSt
play II out. II has been safe enough
so far. and | know what l am doing
now. You've got too much Mt stake to
haggle over few thousand. when the
money has come to you as easily as
this has. Do ] get the money!"
He must have acceded, for his voice
no longer rose TO high pitch. Pres
emily, when the orchestra began play
ing again. Miss Donovan and Willis
judged the pair were giving their atten-
ton to the dinner Finally, after an
hour had passed, Cavendish emerged
from the booth, went to the check
room, and hurriedly left the cafe.
Waiting only long enough to satisfy
herself that Cavendsh was gone,
Celeste La Rue herself emerged from
the booth and paused for moment
beside its bamboo curtains. Then
turning suddenly, she made her way,
| not toward the exit of the cafe. but to
another small booth near the check
room, and into this she disappeared
| But before she had started this short
| journey, a yellow piece of paper, closely
folded, slipped from her belt where
| 1t had been tucked.
ITS the telegram The one Of
which they were speaking" Miss
Donovan's voice whispered dramati-
cally as her eyes swept the tiny clue
within their ambit
hnr lie ~
booth. AS Miss Donovan watched, she
saw him pass by the folded evidence.
What was wrong? But, no-suddenly
she saw his handkerchief drop. saw
him an instant later turn and pick. it
up, and with it the telegram. Disap-
pearing In the direction of the mems
room, he returned moment later
paid the check, and with Miss Donovan
on his arm left the cafe.
Outside, and three blocks away from
Steinway's, they paused under an arc
light, and with shaking hands Willis
! showed her the message. There, in the
| fiickering rays, the girl read its torn
and yet enlightenIng message:
dorado, May 10. 1915.
him safe Report and collect.
come with roll Monday sure
We seen papers. Remember Haskell,
med"
tits terribly cryptic, Jerry" she said
to the other, but two things we know
| from it."
npn ses bot II ptrnf a. L.,
the burg some day-soon."
1.-THE other, that Ned is Ned Bea-
ton, the man mentioned back there in
Steinway's. Whatever his connection
Is, we don't know. ] think we had
| better go to Farriss, don't your
"A good hunch." Willis replied, TAX
ing her arm.
In their enthusiasm they upset the
custom of the office and broke into
Farriss' fullest hour. Into his impa-
tient ears they dinned the story of
what they had just learned, ending up
| by passing him the telegram.
For a mere instant he glanced at
them, then his lips began to move.
"Beaton - Ned = Ned Beaton - Ned
Beaton," he unused, and then sat bolt
upright in his chair, while he banged
the desk with round hard fist
you've run across something. l know
that name. / know the man. Ned
| Beaton Is a gun and he pulled his
first job when / was doing police In
Philadelphia for the Record. Well
well, my children, this is splendid
And what nextT'
But. Mr.. Farriss, where is hep put
in Stella Donovan. "Where was the
message sent from2 Colorado, yes
but where in Colorado? That's the
thing to find out"
II thought it might he the last word
i'm the message-Haskell," ventured
Willis.
Farrss. Selling an atlas, thumbed II
until he found a map of Colorado. To
gether the three pored over it.
"There it isl" Stella Donovan cried
suddenly. 'Down toward the bottom
Looks like desert country"
Pretty dry place for Celeste
|
and kid her about 1t if"
Farriss looked at him sourIy. "1ou
might get a raise In salary" NJ
snapped sharply, "if you'd keep you
mind on the job. What you can do IL
call up, say you're the detective bu
reau, and ask carelessly about Beaton
That'n throw a scare into her. You've
got her numberF"
Riverside $685." Willis said In
businesslike voice.
He disappeared into the gathering
local room. to return moment latel
white of face, bright of eye, and witt
lips parted.
whats the dope?" Farriss shot a
him.
"Nothingi" cried the excited young
| man. Nothing except that fifteeI
minutes ago Celeste La Rue kissed thu
Beecher apartments good-by and will
trunk puff and toothbrush, beat IT.
"To Haskell" added the city edi
tor. cor my hair is pink And BY
heaven, believe there's story there
What's more. believe we can get 1T
It's blind chance, but we'll take it."
let Mr.. Willis" began Miss Dono
van.
mind your own business, Stella,
commanded ,Farriss. "and see thai
Your hats on straight. Because with