The Lamar register., 1920-04-21
asks me to bring it."

his element in that country. If it was
the Bowery he'd do this sort of job
better. Anyhow, I'm going and
want roll. We can't either of us
afford to lie down now"
Cavendish nalf smothered an oath.
How much do you wantf
"Ten thousand. I'm willing enough
to split fifty-fifty. This Colorado job
Is getting TO be expensive, deary.
wouldn't dare draw on you through
the banks"
In the back booth willis muttered:
cad. things are going great" Then
he bent his ear to sedulous attention
and again he could hear the voice of
Cavendsh.
you've got to tell me what you're
going to do with the money" 1t said.
The La Rue woman's answer could
not be heard evidently It was whis-
pered one, and therefore of utmost
Importance. Came a pause. "A clink of
glasses. and then few struggling
words filtered over the partition.
But II the man should talk =.
Forget 1t, Ned BeatOn is an oys-
ter. Besides. I've got the screws on
him Come on, Johnnie boy, don't he
fool. We are In this game and must
play it out. II has been safe enough
so far, and I know what l am doing
now. You've got too much at 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-
tion 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 10 satisfy
herself that Cavendish was gone,
Celeste La Rue herself emerged from
the booth and paused for a 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
folded, slipped from her belt where
II 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.
At her words Willis was out of the
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 1t
up, and with II the telegram. Disap-
Fearing In the direction of the mems
room. he returned a moment later,
paid the check. and with Miss Donovan
on his arm left the cafe.
Outside, and three blocks away from
Stelnway's, they paused under an arc
light, and with shaking hands Willis
showed her the message. There. in the
hickerlng rays. the girl read Its torn
and yet enlightenlng message:
dorado. May 10. 1916.
him safe. Report and collect.
come with roll Monday sure
/ Nt seen phBfiNs hththibtI hihshch.
NED"
"It's terribly cryptic. jerry" she said
to the other, but two things we know
from It,"
zone is that La Rues going to blow
the burg some day-soon."
'The other. that Ned is Ned Bea-
ton, the man mentioned back there in
Stelnway's. Whatever his connection
is, we don't know. I 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 dlnned the story of
what they had Just learned. suding 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 mused. and then sat bolt
J upright In his chair, while he banged
the desk with a round, hard flst
You've run across something. know
that name. I know the man. Ned
Beaton is gun. and he pulled his
first job when l was doing police In
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