The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-12-10
CHAPTER iv.-contlnued.

OOn't remember ever nearin' tnat
name before In Nall my life till just
now. Come ter think of II, believe
that was the name In that La Rue
girls letter. got II we're In the
hesk: it's torn some. an don't mean
nothin' to mel sounds kinder nutty."
He threw open drawer, rummaging
within. but without pausing In speech.
''Then fellow blew in yere this
mornin' of the Limited, asking about
you. Jim. an DANCED II i don't be-
lieve he said his name was Cavendish.
The register was full SO he didn't
write It down, but that was the name
all right. And now you tote In an
other one. What is this. anyhow
family reunion?"
you shy q man by that name was
here-asking for me7"
yep; / reckon he's asleep up
stairs, for he never showed up at sup
per-"
I'm what room. Peter
"Nine."
Westcott. with a swift word Of ex-
cuse to Stella, dashed Into the hall,
and disappeared up the stairway, TAX
ing three steps at a time. A moment
later those below heard him pounding
at door; then his voice sounded:
This is Jim Westcott; open up"
Timmons stood gazing blankly mt
the empty staircase, hopping his face
with bandanna handkerchief. Then
he removed his horn-rimmed specta-
cles, and polished them, as though'what
mind he possessed had become COM
pletely daZed.
He turned around and noticed Miss
Donovan, the sight of her standing
there bringing back reminder Of his
duty.
"He was a sayin' as how likely yer
wanted to go to bed, MISS
mot now; I'll wait until Mr.. West
colt comes down. What is that paper
In your hand? Is that the letter Miss
La Rue lefti"
He held 1t up in surprise, gazing at
II through his glasses.
"Why, Lord bless met Is, isn't 1t?
Must have took 1t out o. ther drawer
an never thought of the darned thing
agin."
MAY I see 1T"
"Sure; faint o. no consequence ter
me; reckon the woman sorter packed
IN n hurry, and this got lost. The
Chink found il under the bed"
She took 1t In her hand, and
crossed the room, finding seat be-
meath one of the bracket-lamps. but
with her face turned toward the hall.
1t was just single sheet OF folded
and had been torn across, so that the
two parts barely held together. She
felt that here was the key which was
TO unlock the secret of this strange
crime. Whoever the man upstairs
might prove to be-the real Caven-
dish or some impostor-this paper she
held In her hands was destined to be
q link in the chain. She unfolded 1t
slowly and her eyes traced the written
words within. 1t was hasty scrawl.
written on the cheap paper of some
obscure hotel In Jersey City, extreme
ly difficult to decipher, the hand OF
the man who wrote exhibiting plainly
the excitement under which he la
bored.
It was a message Of warning; he
was leaving New York, and would sail
that evening for some place In South
America; where he did not say. Love
only caused him to tell her what had
occurred. A strange word puzzled
her, and before she could decipher 1t,
voices broke the silence, followed by
steps on the stairs. She glanced up
quickly; It was Westcott returning,
accompanied by tall. rather slender
man with a closely trimmed beard.
The two crossed the room, and she
met them standing. the opened letter
still In her hand.
miss Donovan. this is Frederick
Cavendish--the real Frederick Cav
endish. have told him something of
the trouble he has been TO us ALL"
The real Frederick Cavendish
smiled down into her eyes. while he
held her fingers tightly clasped In his
own. She believed In him. liked him
instantly.
"a trouble which, I regret very
much" he said humbly. "Westcott
has told me q little. q very little, Of
what has occurred since left New
York 30 hurriedly two months ago.
This Is the first knew about II, and
the mystery Of the whole affair Is a.
puzzling M ever"
Her eyes widened wonderingly.
'You cannot EXPLAIN Not even
who the dead man was found muir
dered In your apartmentsT
~ haven't the least idea"
"Fred has told me all he, knows"
broke in Westcott. but II only ex-
tends to midnight when he left the
city. He was In his apartments less
than ten minutes after his valet re
tired. He supposed he left everything
In good order. with q note on the
writing-tabIe instructing valois what
to DO during his absence. and incios-
ing Z susu of money. Afterward, on