The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-09-09
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better 10 be Celeste La Rue than II
ever did to be Sadie Capley. Do you
get mer"
Miss Donovan nodded. Her %acquaint-
ance with New York fast life supplied
all necessary details, and 1t was quite
evident this girl had no of
shame. Instead she was rather proud
Of the success she had achieved.
81 imagine you are right" she adj
mItted pleasantly. $50 you found a
backer2 A mining man2"
mot on your life. None Of your
wild west for me. AS o as some
business is Strengthened out here, It's
back to Broadway"
"WhO Is it," ventured the other cau-
tiously. "Mr. Beaton?"
"Ned Beaton - Miss La Rue's voice
rose to a shrek. "Oh. Lord l should
say mott Why that fellow never had
fifty dollars Of his W at n time In
his life. He's only a tin-horn sport"
"Then it is the other?"
"Sure; he's the real thing. Not much
TO look at, maybe. but he fairly oOzes
the long green. He's p lawyer"
"Oh, indeed" and Miss DonOvan's
eyes darkened. She was interested,
now feeling herself on the verge Of
discovery. From New York;
"Sure; maybe you've heard Of him?
He knew you as sOon as Beaton men
toned your name; he's Patrick En-
right Of Enright and D~ougherty."
Miss Donovan's fingers gripped hard
on the %footbOard of the bed, her teeth
clinched to keep back a sudden excla-
nation Of surprise. This was more
than she had bargained for, yet the
other woman, coolly watching, In spite
of her apparent flippancy, observed no
change In the girls name Appar-
emily the disclosure meant little.
"Enright, you say? No, I think not.
He claimed to know me? That is
strange. Who did he think / wasp
Miss La Rue bit her lip. She had
found her match evidently, but would
strike harder.
"a reporter on the Star. Naturally
we couldn't help wondering what You
was doing out here. You are In the
newspaper business, aren't your"
"Yes," realizing further concealment
was useless, "but on my vacation. l
thought l explained all that to Mr.. Bea-
ton. I am not exactly a reporter. I
do feature-stuff."
"Whatever that Is"
"Human-interest stories; anything
unusual; strange happenings in every
day life. you know"
Murders, and-and robberies."
occasionally, If they are out Of the
ordinary" She took a swift breath
and made the plunge. Like the Fred
erick Cayendish case-do you remem-
Der that?"
Miss La Rue stared at her across the
d~arkening room, but If she changed
color the gloom concealed 1t and her
voice was steady enough.
NO" she said shortly, 81 never read
those things. What happened?"
"Oh, nothing much. He was rich,
and was found dead In his apartments
at the Waldron-evidently killed by a
burglar. The case is probably forgot
ten by this time. Let's speak about
something else-I hate to talk shop"
Miss La Rue stood up, and shook out
her skirt.
That's what l say and 1t seems to
me 1t would be more social II we had
something to drink. You amt too nice
to partake Of a cocktail, r your
Good! Then Wen have one. What's
the hotelkeeper's manner"
"Timmons."
DO you suppose he'd come up II !
pounded on the floorT"
Miss Donovan slipped Off the bed.
VI don't believe he Is In the office.
lie went up the street Just before dark.
You light the lamp while I'll see IL I
can find the Chinaman out In the hail."
She closed the door behind her,
strobe noisiiy down the hall, then ST.
lently and swiftly retraced her steps
and stopped silently down to where a
crack yawned In the lower panel. That
same instant a match fiared within
the and was applied to the wick
of the lamp. The narrow opening gave
only a glimpse Of half the room-the
wash-stand, the chair, and lower part
of the bed. She saw Miss La Rue drop
the match, then open her valise and
go through II, swiftly. She found
nothing, and turned to the wash-stand
drawer. The latter was empty. and
was instantly closed again. the girl
staring about the room, as though at
her wits end. Suddenly she disap.
peared along the edge Of the bed. be
yond the radius Of the crack In the
door. What was Il she was doing'
Searching the bed, no doubt; seeking
something hidden beneath the pillow,
or mattress.
Whatever her purpose. she was gone
scarcely q moment, gliding silently
back to the chair beside the window
with watchful eyes again fixed on tht
closed door. Miss Donovan smiled AID
n mn wol1 aatto0o6 with