Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1920-07-02
CHAPTER ll-continued.

,
Cavendish Ieaped to his feet, his
hand gripping his cane.
"You damned black"
''Waitw and Ennght arose also,
'Not so loud, please, your voice might
be heard in the outer Office. said
my services would cost you a hundred
thousand dollars. Take the PROPOSE
ton or leave it, Mr. John Cayendish."
"But-but,' the other stammered, all
courage leaving him, Il haven't the
money"
"Of course not" the threat on, En-.
rights face changing to a smile. "But
the prospects that you will have are
unusually good. am quite willing to
speculate on your fortunes. 4 mPmo-
randa for legal services due one year
from date-Such as l have already
drawn up-and bearing your signature
will be- quite satisfactory. Glance
over the items, please; yes, sit here
at the fable. Now, if you win sign
that there will be no further cause
for you to feel any uneosincss--this
line, please"
Cavendish grasped the penholdcr In
his fingers, and Signed. 1t was the
act of a man dazed, half stube1ed
enable to control his actions. In q
way 1t was a confession of guilt, ar
Acknowledgement of his fear of ex
posure. yet he felt utterly incapable
of resistance. Enright unlocked the
door, and projected his head outside
comprehending clearly that the proper
time to strike was while the iron was
Not.
Calling Miss Healy, one Of his ste
nogrnphers, he made her an official wit
ness to the document and the sigma
ture Of John Cayendish.
Not until ten minutes later when h
was on the street did it occur to JOIN
Cavendish that the carbon copy o
the will, together with the rough note
in his Cousins handwriting, still re
NAMED in Enright's possession. Vain
" he tried to force himself to return
and demand them, but his nerve fail
ed, and he shuded away hopelessly il
the hurrying crowds,
As Francois Vaois trudged aloni
the night streets toward his roomin
house he came face to face with
trim young woman in a smart blu
serge. "Oh, helop she cried pleasant
~, bringing up short. Then seeing tn
puzzled look upon the Wallets face, sh
said: Don't you remember me? Tr
Miss Donovan Of the Star, | cam
up to the apartments the morning o
the Cavendish murder with one Of tn
boys"
Valois smiled warmly men usual
did .or Miss Donovan. 81 remember,
he said doorously.
The girl sensed some underyin
sorrow in his voice and with profe,
sional skill learned the cause with
a minute. Then, because she believe
that there might be more to be tolt
and because she was big-hearted an
interested in every ones troubles, sh
urged him to accompany her to
nearby restaurant and pour out hi
heart while she supped. Lonely an
disheartened, Valos accepted glad
and within half an hour they wer
seated at a tiny table in an Italia
cafe.
about your discharge?' she querie
after a time,
81 was not even asked to accompan
Mr.. Frederick's body" he burst on
"even though l had been with him
year. SO stayed in the apartmer
to straighten things, expecting to b
retained in John Cayendishs service
even did the work in his apartment
but when he returned and saw m
there he seemed to lose his tempe
wanted to know why | was hangin
around, and ordered me out of tn
place Flung money at me- he dit
told me to get out, that he nevt
wanted to see me again. Since the
have tried for three weeks to fin
work. but it has been useless
While she gave him a word Of syn
pathy Miss Donovan was busily thinl
ing. She remembered Willis remar
in the apartments, Are you sure
the dead mans identity? His fac
is badly mutilated, you know" an
her alert mind sensed a possibility I
a newspaper story back Of your
Cavendish's unwarranted and strant
net.
mfr. Valois," she said kind
"would you mind If asked you
sluestion or two more?"
mo" the RAN returned.
"All right, First what sort of
Nan was your master?"