The Arizona copper camp., 1920-10-16

| lock the dOor?"
Naturally, to keep you in here I'M
til l am through with you," returned
the miner coldly. "Sit down, Lacy
/ we've got a few things to talk over. /
supposed 1 would find you alone"
Lacy sank back into his chair, en-
deavoring to smile.
This gentleman is a friend of mine"
he explained. "Whatever you care to
say can be said before him."
| Il am quite well aware of that and
also that he is now present so that
you may use him as a witness in case
anything goes wrong. This is once
you have got in bad, Mr.. Patrick En-
right of New York"
The lawyers face whitened and his
Shands gripped the arm of his chair.
"You-you know me?"
"By reputation only" and Westcott
bowed, "but that is scarcely to your
credit. Now, Lacy and l have got a
little affair to settle between us and,
being fair-minded man. he sent for
me to talk it over. However, he real
ICES that an argument of that nature
might easily become personal and that
| If anything unpleasant occurred he
would require witness. So he ar
ranges to have you present. Do you
see the point, Mr.. Enright?"
The lawyers eyes sought Lacy, and
then returned to the stern face con-
fronting him. His lips sputtered:
"As-as a witness?"
Sure; there may be honor among
thieves, but not Lacy's kind" He
strobe forward and with one hand
crushed Enright back into his chair.
"Now, listen to me-" he said fiercely.
"rve got only one word of advice for
you: don't take any hand in this af-
fair except as a peacemaker, for if
you do you are going to get hurt. Now,
| came to ask you question and one
Of you two are going to answer before
l leave-keep your hands up, and in
sight, Lacy; make another move like
that and it's liable to be your last. /
am not here in any playful mood, and
know your style. Lay that gun on
the desk where 1 can see it-that'S
right. Now move your chair back"
Lacy did this with no good grace,
his face purple with passion. "Some
considerable gun-play just to ask
question:" he said tauntingly, must
be mighty important. All right, what
is it?"
'Where did your man Moore take
Miss Donovan last night?"
Neither man had anticipated this
neither had the slightest conception
that any suspicion of this kind pointed
to them. The direct question was like
the sudden explosion of a bomb. What
did Westcott know? How had he dis
covered their participation in the af-
: fair?
"You have rather got the better Of
me, Westcott," Lacy said, struggling
his shoulders, as though dismissing the
subject. "You refer to the New York
newspaper woman?"
''I do-Niss Stella Donovan"
II have not the pleasure Of that
lady's acquaintance, but Timmons in
formed me this morning that she had
taken the late train last night for the
East-isn't that true, Enright?"
The lawyer managed to nod, but
without venturing to remove his gaze
from Westcott's face. The latter never
moved, but his eyes seemed to
harden.
'I have had quite enough of that,
Lacy" he said sternly, and the watch
full saloon keeper noted his fingers
| oTo Of hi
revolver. '"This is no case for an
alibi know exactly what I am talk
ing about. and-I am going to have a
direct answer, either from you or En-
right!
'This issthe situation: was the man
listening at the window of your shack
last night Moore may. or may not
have recognized me, but, nevertheless,
was the man. I was there long
enough to overhear a large part of
your conversation. I know why you
consented to close down La Rosita for
the present; I know your connection
with this gang of crooks from New
York; 1 know that Fred Cavendish was
not murdered, but is being held pris-
oner somewhere, until Erright here,
can steal his money under some legal
form. Enright told you who Stella Dono-
van was, and what he suspected her
object might be. Force is the only
method you know anything about, and
no other means occurred to you where
by the girl could be quickly put out of
the way. This was resorted to last
night after you returned to Haskell" !"
''You are a good dreamer. Why not
ask Timmons to show you the letter
she left?'
II have already seen it. You thought
you had the trail we'll covered. That
note was written not by Miss Donovan,
but by the blonde in your outfit. The
whole trouble is that your abduction
of Stella was witnessed from back
window of the hotel"