The Arizona copper camp., 1920-07-31

aroused as to her presence in that
community, the searchers had discov-
cred no proof by this rifing of her
bag.
FarriSs' letter contained nothing of
interest except the fact that Enright
had also left for the West He in
structed her to be on the lookout for
him in Haskell, added line or two
of suggestions, and ordered her to pro-
ceed with caution, as her quest might
prove to be. a dangerous one.
Miss Donovan thought rapidly and
clearly, more than ordinarily eager to
solve this mystery. 1t was Frederick
Cavendish who had formerly been the
partner of Jim Westcott. This was
why no answer had come to the tele-
grams and letters the latter had sent
East. What had become of them? Had
they fallen into the hands of these
others? Was this the true reason for
Beatons presence in Haskell, and also
why the La Rue woman had been
hastily sent for?
Westcott'S discovery was not even
proven yet; it's value had not been
definitely established; it was Of COM
paratiyely small Importance contrast
ed with the known wealth left By the
murdered man in the East. No, there
must be some other cause for this sud-
den. visit to Colorado. But what? She
gave little credence to the vague sus-
MI o6 NV Vo1O hot
altogether too impossible, too melodra-
matte, this thought of the substitution
of some other body. No doubt there
had been a crime committed, its object
the attainment of money, but without
question the cost had been the life Of
Frederick Cavendish.
The harsh clang of the dinner-bell
from the porch below aroused her to a
sense of hunger.
Ten minutes later Timmons, guilt
less of any coct, but temporarily lay
ing aside his pipe as special act of
courtesy, escorted her into the dining
room and seated her at table be-
tween the two front windows. Evil
IDENTIFY this was reserved for the more
distinguished guests-traveling men
and those paying regular day rates
for it's only other occupant was an in
dividual in a check suit.
a waitress, a red-haired, slovenly
girl, with an impediment in her speech,
took her order and disappeared in the
direction of the kitchen, and Miss
Donovan discreetly lifted her eyes to
observe the man sitting nearly op-
posite. He was not prepossessing,
yet she instantly recognized his type,
and the probability that he would ad-
dress her if the slightest opportunity
occurred
The waitress spread out the various
dishes before her, and she glanced at
them hopelessly. AS she lifted her
gaze she met that of her vis-a-vis fair
ly, and managed to smile.
'Some chuck" he said in an at
tempt at good-fellowship, ''but not
to remind you of the Waldorf-Astoria"
"I should say not" she answered,
testing one of her dishes cautiously
But why associate me with New
YOrkW
"You can't hide those things in a
joint Ike this. When did you leave
New York;"
"Oh, more than a week ago." she
lied gracefully.
He stroked his moustache.
"Then suppose you haven't much
late New York news? Nothing start
ling mean?"
"No; only what has been reported in
the western papers. I do not recall
anything particularly interesting" She
dropped her eyes to her plate and
busted herself with a piece of tough
beef. "The usual murders, of course,
and things Of that kind
There was moments silence, then
the man laughed as though slightly ill
at ease. Whatever brought girl like
you down in hereY'