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valois answered almost with rever-

valois answered almost with rever-
ence:
"A nice, quiet gentleman. a man
that liked outdoors and outdoor sports.
Best of all, he liked to spend his
evenings at home reading"
"Not much like his cousin John"
she ventured with narrowing eyes.
"No. ma'am. God be praised
There's n young fool for you. miss.
crazy for the women and his drink
ing"
II understand that he was dependent
upon Frederick Cavendish."
''EIe was. miss" vnlols snid disgust.
edly, "for every cent"
did they ever quarrel?"
81 never heard them. But do
lnow there was no love lost between
them. and know that young John
was always broke"
"GIrls cost lots on Broadway"
Miss Donovan suggested, "and they
keep men up late. too"
yalols laughed lightly. "John only
came home to sleep occasionally" he
said; "and as for the women-one OF
them called on him the day after Mr..
Frederick was killed. One OF those
tall blondes with n reddish tInge in
her hair. He likes that kind"
Miss Donovan started !mperceptibly.
This was interestlng woman in
John Cavendish's apartment the day
after his cousins murderl But who
was she? There were million car
rot-blondes I'm Manhattan. Stlll the
woman must have had some dlstin-
gushing mark; her hat, perhaps, or
her jewels.
'Dld the woman wear any dla-
monds3" she asked.
"No diamonds" Valols returned;
"a ruby, though. A ruby set In n big
platinum ring. ! saw her hand upon
the knob"
Miss Donovon's blood raced fast.
She knew that woman. II was Celeste
La kue. From what Miss Donovan
knew of Miss La Rue. she did not
ordinarily seek men: therefore there
must have been grave reason for
her presence In John Cavendlsh's
apartments Immediately after she
learned of Frederlck's death. A thou
sand speculations entered Miss Dono-
vans mind.
''iow long was she In the apart
ment?" she demanded sharply.
Fifteen or twenty minutes, miss
until after the mailman came back"
Have you told any one else what
you have told meT
"Only Josette She's my finncee.
Miss La Baum is her last name. She
questioned me about losing my job,
and her questions brought things into
my mind that l might never have
thought of otherwise And at last
came TO believe that II wasn't Mr.
Frederick who was dead at ALL"
Miss Donovan's eyes dllated with
eagerness and amazement.
"Not Frederick Cavendlshi Mr.
Vulols, tell me-why?"
The others voice fell TO whisper.
Frederick Cavendish. miss" he said
hollowly, "had scar on his chest
from football he once told me-and
the man we laid out. well. his body was
u bit burned, but had no scar on his
chest"
Miss Donovan sprang suddenly to
her feet.
"Mr. Valols," she said breathlessly,
"you come and tell that story to my
city editor, and he'll see that you get
n job-and real one. You and have
started something, MIR. Valols."
And tossing money 10 cover the bin
on the table, she took valols' arm, and
with him In tow hurried through the
restaurant TO the city streets on one
Of which was the Star office, where
Farrlss, the city editor. daily damned
the dolngs of the world.
Farriss, for once, was enthusiastic.
"a great lead BY the Lord, II is
Now to prove II. Stella"-Farriss al
ways resorted 10 first names-"you
drop everything else and go to this
learn what you can. spend money II
you have TO. I'll drng Willis of police
and you work with him. I'll give you
a week-when you've got something,
come back"
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