The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1920-12-23
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cousin, John Cavendish."
The lawyer nodded. OF young
Cavendish he evidently knew.
because Of his dissoluts habits !
have decided to dispose of a large
portion of my estate elsewhere In case
Of my early death. have here
rough draft Of what I want DONE"
He showed the paper. "An that I re-
Quire is that it be transposed into legal
FORM"
Enright took the paper and read It
carefully. The bulk Of the 81 200, 900
Cavendish estate was willed to chari-
table organizations, and a small al
lowance, a mere pittance, was provid-
ed for John Cavendish. After a few
inquiries the attorney said: "You do
not mind waiting q momentT'
Cavendish shook bis head, and ris-
ing, the attorney disappeared in the
direction of the office. Cavendish
heaved a sign Of relief; now he was
free, absolutely free, to do as he chose.
His disappearance would mean moth
ing to his small circle Of casual
friends, and when he was settled else
where he could notify the only two
men who were concerned with his
whereabouts-his valet, Valois, and
the agent handling the estate. En-.
right returning found him with per
in hand.
"a trifling task" the attorney smiled
easily. "All ready for your signature,
too. You sign there, the second line
But wait-we must have witnesses"
Simms, the butler, and the doormap
were called in and wrote their names
to the document and then withdrew,
after which Enright began folding II
up carefully.
II presume you leave this in my
carer he asked shortly.
Cavendish shook his head: 'T think
not. prefer holding 1t myself in case
it is needed suddenly. shall keep
my rooms, and my man Valois will re.
main there indefinitely"
The attorney watched him disap.
pear. Suddenly he struck the table
with one hand.
"By God!" he muttered, "Tll have
to see this thing little further"
Wheeling suddenly, he walked to
a telephone booth, called q number
and waited impatiently several mo.
ments before he said in intense sub.
dued tones: "Is this Cartons cafei
Give me Jackson, the head-waiter.
Jackson, is Mr. Cavendish - John
Cavendish- Goodl Call him
to the phone, wfll you. Jacksonf It's
important"
The early light Of dawn stealing
In family through the spider-web of
the fire escape ladder, found q par.
TALLY open window on the third floor
Of the Waldron apartments, and began
slowly to brighten the walls Of the
room within. 1t was a large apart.
ment, furnished soberly and In excel.
lent taste. Wealth and comfort were
everywhere manifest.
Yet, as the light heightened. the
surroundings evidenced disorder. One
chair lay overturned, a porcelain vase
had fallen from Off the table-top to
the floor and scattered into fragments.
Back Of the table q small safe en-
bedded in the wall stood with its door
wide open, its inner drawer spintered
as with a knife blade and hanging
half out, ard below It rifle Of papers,
many of them apparently legal docu.
ments.
But the one object across which the
golden beams of light fell as though
In soft caress was the motionless fig-
ure Of a man lying upon his back be-
side the table near the drapeless
window. A blow from behind had
evidently crushed his skull and though
the face was scared and burned,
though the curtains partial ashes
covered more than a half Of 1t, though
the eye-lashes above the sightless eyes
were singed and the trim beard burn.
ed to black stubs, the face gave mute
evidence Of being that Of Frederick
Cavendish.
The door at the end Of the bookcase
opened noiselessly and q man, smooth
faced, his hair brushed low across hi.
forehead. stepped quietly in. As his
eyes surveyed the grewsome object by
the table, they dilated with horror.
then his whole body stiffened and hs
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