Charlevoix county herald., 1920-05-28
&C o n t i n u e d.

iiC huu ho CichIly utniltu piui oiiy
a desire to learn exactly what was be-
ing done. The office beyond the shaft
was lighted, although the faint CLEAN
was only dimly revealed along the
edge Of lowered curtains concealing
the interior. However, this evidence
attract Westcott's attention and he
crept around, under the shadow of the
dump, and approached the farther
corner. He could perceive now two
men on the hosting platform and hear
the growl of their voices, but without
being able to distinguish speech. Re
vOlver In hand, he made the round OF
the building to assure himself that no
guard had been posted there, then
chose the window farthest away from
the shaft and endeavored to look in.
The heavy green curtain extended to
the sill, but was slit in one corner.
With his eye close to this slight open
Ing he gained partial glimpse of the
interior. There were three men in the
room, and WestcOtt drew quick
breath of surprise as he recognized the
two faces fronting him-Bill Lacy at
the desk, pipe I'm his mouth, his feet
elevated on convenient chair, and
Beaton, leaning back against the wall,
apparently half asleep with his eyes
closed. The third man was facing
Lacy, but concealed by the stove; he
seemed to be doing the talking, and
held paper in his hand resembling
map. Suddenly he rose to his feet and
bent over the edge of the desk, and
Westcott knew him-Enright
Desperately determined to learn
what was being said, the miner thrust
the heavy blade of his jackknife be-
meath the ill-fttinG window sash and
succeeded in noiselessly lifting It
scant half inch. He bent lower, the
speakers voice clearly audible
through the narrow opening. "There
was a dead man back East, wasn't
there"
"What difference does that make"
"None, particularly, except to nat
urally increase the worth of my serv-
ices. I'm not squeamish about stiffs,
but like to know what 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.
swell, suppose 1 might as well tell
YOU" he said almost savagely. you're
I'm too deep already to wiggle out. We
made rather a mess of 1t 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 / told
the others over the phone. and we got
busy"
Lacy stared incredulous.
.And there hasn't been no killin'T
Enright shook his head.
mot by any Of US"
~Then how about that dead man In
New York-the one that was buried
for Cavendishf Oh, I read about
that. Beaton showed 1t to me In the
paper"
"Thats the whole trouble" Enright
answered gravely. ~ do not know
who he was, or how he came there.
All I 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,
II the rest Of this affair should ever
become known. Do you sect The
charge would be murder, and how are
we going to hold the real Cavendish
alive, and not have II come outT
THE other -the-stiff-wasn't
CavendishT
Certainly not; you know where
Cavendish Is"
81 never saw Fred Cavendish;
wouldn't know him from Adams Of
OK. I've got the fellow Beaton turned
over to me-"
swell. he's the man; the dead one
isn't"
slow do you known
Because Frederick Cavendish
bought and signed round-trip ticket
= Los Angeles, and boarded the mid
Sight train. My man reported that to
me, and Beaton just had time to catch
the same train before II pulled out.
Isn't that true, NedT'
Eyes, It is, and I never left him."
But" insisted Lacy stubbornly.
"did you see the dead oner
Eyes. I kept away from the in
quest, but attended the funeral to get
a glance at his face. II seemed too
strange to be true. The fellow wasn't
Cavendish; I'd swear to that, but ne
did look enough like him to fool any.
body who had no suspicious aroused.
Dammit, it's spooky, the very thought
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