The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-08-26
CHAPTER vi.
Viewed From Both Sides.

Viewed From Both Sides
The carriage emerged into full view.
Beside the driver fl contained three
passengers-Beaton on the front seat
his face turned backward toward the
two behind. a man and a woman
The girl seized Westcott's arm
while she directed his gaze with her
free hand. "Lookr" she cried. THE
woman is La Rue. And the mantle
man is Enright' He Is the lawyer |
told you Of, the one whose hand Is not
clear in this affair. And he is here"
Good" Westcott exclaimed. "Tm
glad they're both here. II means that
there will be more 10 observe, and IL
means thar there will be action-and
that, too. quick They are out here
for n definite purpose which must soon
be disclosed. And, Miss Donovan. |
may be n little rock-wOrn and a little
bit out Of style. hut ] think their pres
ence here has something to DO with
the whereabouts of Fred C~avendish."
The girl looked straight into his
honest, clear eyes. His remark
opened d vast field for speculation.
"You think he is alive, them she said
earnestly. 1T is an interesting hy-
pothesis. Perhaps-perhaps he may
be In this neighbOrhood, even. And
that" she added, her Irish eyes alight,
would be more interesting still"
81 hadn't finished my argument
when that carriage appeared" West
colt answered. do you remember?
Well, that might be the answer.
Beaton has been In this neighborhood
ever since about the time of that MUIR
der In New York. Nobody knows
what his business is, but he Is hand
in-glove with Bill Lacy and his gang.
Lacy, besides running a saloon, pre-
tends TO be a mining SPECTATOR, but
1t is my opinion there is nothing he
wouldn't do for money, If he consid-
cred the game safe. And now, with
everything quiet in the East, and no
thought that there is any suspicion re-
naming, Beaton sends for the woman
to Join him here. Why? Because
there IL some job to be done too big
for him to tackle alone. He's merely
a gunman; be can do the strong-arm
stun, all right, but lacks brains. There
is a problem out here requiring q lit
tie intellect; and it is Ny guess it is
how TO dispose OF Cavendish n1tn they
can get away safely with til. swak."
II wonder how this wa vel planned
outfit it be true?"
ut must have originated In some Gun.
ming, criminal BRAIN" he admitted
t~houghtfully. mot Beaton's, surely
and, while she is probably much
brighter, / am inclined to think the
girl is merely acting under orders.
There is somebody connected with
this scheme higher up-a master GRIM
inal."
Miss Donovan was no fool newspa-
per work had taught her to suspect
men OF intellect, and that nothing,
however wicked, low or depraved, was
beyond them.
"Enright !" she said definitely. Job,
viously now. I've thought so from the
first. Blu always he worked so care
fully, so ~guardedly. that sometimes |
have doubted. But now / say without
qualiications-Enright smooth Mr..
Enright, late of New York"
That's my bet" Westcott agreed,
his hand on her shoulder, forgetful of
his intense earnestness, "Enright Is
the only n who could do il, and he
has schemed so as to get John into a
hole where he dare not emit a sound,
no matter what they do to him. II
they can only succeed in keeping Fred
erick safely out of sight until after the
court awards the property to his heir,
they can milk John at their leisure.
It's a lawyers graft, all right"
"Then Frederick may be confined
not far awayT
Likely enough; it's wild country.
There are a hundred places within
fifty miles where he might be hidden
away for years. That is the job
which was given to Beaton; he had
the dirty work to perform. while the
girl took care of john"
Westcott's theory Of the situation,
his quick decision that Frederick
Cavendish still lived. completely over
turned Stella's earlier conviction. Yet
his argument did not seem unfair or his
conclusion impossible. Her newspaper
experience had made her aware that
there Is nothing In this world 90
strange as truth. and nothing 50 un.
usual as to be beyond the domain Of
crime.
swhat do you thinkf' he asked
quietly.
sOh, / do not know; It all grow
less comprehensive every moment