The Arizona copper camp., 1920-08-21

an in.
"Oh, yes" she said, finding a seat
and staring at him. "That reminds
me. Did you say there was girl here
from New York? Sit down. Mr.. En-
right, and let's talk. How's the door,
NedY
He opened 1t and glanced out into
the hall, throwing the bolt as he came
back.
"All right, Celeste, but wouldn't
talk quite so loud; the partitions are
not very tight"
mo objections to a cigarette, sup i
pOse," and she produced case
Thanks; now I feel better-certain-
ly, light up. Well, Ned, the first thing
| want to know is, who is this other
New York skirt, and how did she hap
pen to blow in here just at this time?"
Beaton completed the lighting of his
cigar, fiinging the match carelessly out
of the window.
ooh, she's all right" he said easily.
"Just an innocent kid writer for
Scribbler's who's trying to. make good
writing about the beautiful scenery
around here. Her name is Donovan.
Her fathers a big contractor and has
money to burn"
"Did you ever hear the beat of that
Enright? Neddy is about to feather
his nest. Well, go on"
"That's about all, I guess, only she
amt nothin' you need be afraid Of"
"Sure not, with watchdog like you
on guard. But if. you ask me, don't
like the idea of her happening in here
just at this time. This is no place
for an innocent child" and she looked
about, her lip curling. "Lord, should |
say not. Do you happen to remember
any New York contractor by that |
name Mr.. Enright?"
The rotund lawyer, his feet elevated
on the window-sill, cigar between
his lips, shook his head in emphatic |
dissent.
"Not lately; there was a Tim Dono- 4
van who had pull in the subway
excavatiOn-he was a Tammany man
but he. died, and was never married. !
What's the girl look like?'
Rather slender, with brown hair,
sorter coppery in the sun, and gray
eyes that grow dark when she's in
terested. About twenty-three or four,
should say"
"Did you get her full name?"
"Sure; it's on the register-Stella
Donovan"
Enright lowered his feet to the floor,
a puzzled look on his face, his teeth
clinched on his cigar.
"Hold on a bit till Think" ne NUT
tered "That sounds mighty familiar
Stella Donovan! BY the Lord. I've
heard that name before somewhere;
ah, I have it-she's on the New York
Star. I've seen her name signed to
articles in the Sunday edition. I'll
bet she's the girl"
"a New York newspaperwoman
well. what do you suppose she is do
ing out here? After .us?'' $500.
Enright had a grip on himself again
and slowly relit his cigar, leaning
back, and staring out the window. His
mind gripped the situation coldly.
"WelI, we'd best be careful" he said
slowly. Probably it's merely coin
cidence, but I don't like her lying to
Beaton That don't look just right.
Well lay quiet and try the young lady
out. Beaton here can give her an in
PRODUCTION to Miss La Rue, and the
rest is easy
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~, rfcif tho
La Rosita mine was a rather vague
one. His thought had naturally asso-
'ciated Bill Lacy with whatever form
of deviltry had brought BeatOn to the
neighborhood of Haskell, and he felt
convinced firmly that this special
brand of deviltry had some direct con-
nection with the disappearance of
Frederick Cavendish. Just what the
connection between these people might
prove to be was still matter of
doubt, but as Miss Donovan was seek
ing this information at the hotel, all
that remained for him to do at pres
ent was an. investigation of Lacy. The
careful review of all Miss Donovan
had told him only served to Increase
his. confidence that his old partner 4
still lived. No other conception seemed
possible, or i, would account, for, the
presence of Ned Beaton in Haskell. or
the hurried call for Miss La Rue. Yet
it was equally evident this was not
caused by any miscarriage of their
original plans. Apparently every de-
tail of the crime, which meant the win.
ming of Frederick Cavendish's fortune.
had been thus far successfully carried
out The money was already prac-
tically in their possession, and not the
slightest suspicion had been aroused.
1t had been a masterpiece of criminal
ingenuity, so boldly carried out as to
avoid danger of discovery.
Every step had been taken exactly
in accord with the original outlines,
except possibly that they had been
hurried by Cavendishs sudden deter
mination to return West, and his will