The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-07-22
CHAPTER Il-continued.


hand gripping his cane.
"You damned black"
watt" and Enright arose also.
"Not so loud. please; your voice might
be heard In the outer Office. said
my services would cost you hundred
thousand dollars. Take the PROPOSE
tlon or leave II. Mr.. John Cavendlsh.' y
"But-but," the other stammered. all
courage leaving him, IL haYsnt the
money"
"of course not" the threat on En-
rights face changing to n smile. "But
the prospects that you will have are
unusually good. am quite willing TO
ypeculate on your fortunes. A memo
rnnda 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. sK here
mt the table. Now. II you VIII 'dgn
that there viii be no further cause
for you TO feel any uneasiness-thls
line, please"
Cavendlsh grasped the penholder In
his fingers, and signed. II was the
act OF man dazed, half stupefied,
unable to control his actions. In n
way II was confession OF guilt, an
acknowledgement OF his fear OF ex-
posure, yet he felt utterly incapable
OF resistance. Enrlght unlocked the
door. and projected his head outside,
comprehending clearly that the proper
time TO strike was while the iron was
hot.
Calling Miss Healy, one Of his ste
nographers, he made her an official wit
ness TO the document and the sigma
ture OF John Cavendish.
Not until ten minutes later when he
was on the street did II occur TO John
Cavendlsh that the carbon copy OF
the will. together with the rough notes
In his cousins handwriting. stlll re-
mained In Enrights possession. Vain
iy he tried to force himself TO return
and demand them, but his nerve fall
ed. and he shufIled away hopelessly In
the hurrying crowds.
AS Francois Valois trudged along
the night streets toward his rooming
house he came face TO face with Il
trim young woman In Il smart blue
serge. "Oh, hello !" she cried pleasant
iy. bringing up short. Then seeing the
puzzled look upon the Wallets face, she
said "Don't you remember me? I'm
Miss Donovan of the Star. l came
up TO the apartments the morning OF
the Cavendish murder with one Of the
boys"
Valols smiled warmly; men usually
did for Miss Donovan. 81 remember"
he said dolorously.
The girl sensed some underlying
sorrow in his voice and with profes-
sional skill learned the cause within
a minute. Then, because she believed
that there might be more TO be told,
and because she was big-hearte1 and
interested In every ones troubles, she
urged him TO accompany her TO n
nearby restaurant and pour out his
heart while she supped. Lonely an6
dlsheartened, valois accepted gladly
and within half an hour they were
seated at a tiny table In an Italian
cafe.
"About your dlscharge" she queried
after time,
II was not even asked TO accompany
Mr.. Frederick's body" he burst out,
"even though ! had been with him n
year. So stayed In the apartment
10 straighten things expecting to be
retained In John Cavendlsh's service.
i even did the work IN his apartments,
but when he returned and saw me
there he seemed 10 lose his temper,
wanted 10 know why was hanging
around, and ordered me out OF the
place. Flung money at me, he did,
told me 10 get out, that he never
wanted TO see me again. Since then
I have tried for thr.e weeks to find
work, but It has been useless"
While she gave him a word OF sym
pathy, Miss Donovan was busIly think.
ing. She remembered Willis remark
in the apartments. "Arc you sure of
the dead mans IDENTIFY His face
is badly mutIlated, you know" and
her alert mind sensed possibility OF
a newspaper story back OF young
Cavendish's unwarranted and strange
act.
'Mr. valols," she said kindly,
would you mind II asked you a
question or two morei"
mo" the man returned.
"All right. First, what sort OF a