The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-09-03
CHAPTER ii--continued.

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Cavendish leaped to his feet. his
hand gripping his cane.
"You damned black"
"Watw and Enright arose also.
"NOt so loud, please; your voice might
be heard In the outer office. j said
my services would cost you q hundred
thousand dollars. Take the PROPOSE
tion or leave 1t, Mr.. John Cavendish."
''But-but," the other stammered, all
courage leaving him. II haven't the
money"
"Of course not" the threat on En-
rights face changing TO a smile. "But
the prospects that you will have are
unusually good. / am quite willing to
speculate on your fortunes. memo
randa for legal services due one year
from date-such as have already
drawn up--and hearing your signature.
will he quite satisfactory. Glance
over the items, please; yes, sit here
at the table. Now, II you will sign
for you to feel any uneasiness-this
line, please"
Cnvendlsh grasped the penholder In
his fingers, and signed. 1t was the
act of man daZed, half stupefied,
unable 10 control his actions. In a
way 1t was a confession Of guilt, an
acknowledgment OF his fear OF ex-
posure yet he felt utterly incapable
OF resistance. Enright unlocked the
door, and projected his head outside,
comprehending clearly that the proper
time to strike was while the iron was
hot.
Calling Miss Healy. one Of his ste
nographcrs, he made her an official wit
ness to the document and the sigma
ture Of John Cavendlsh.
Not until ten minutes later when he
was on the street did 1t occur to John
Cavendish that the carbon copy OF
the will, together with the rough notes
in his cousins handwriting, still re-
manned in Enrights possession. Vain
" he tried to force himself to return
and demand them. but his nerve fail
ed. and he shuhled away hopelessly In
the hurrying crowds.
As Francois valois trudged along
the night streets toward his rooming
house he came face to face with a
trim young woman In smart blue
serge. "Oh, helloW she cried pleasant
~, bringing up short. Then seeing the
puzzled look upon the Wallets face she
said: Don't you remember me? I'm
Miss Donovan of the Star. / came
up to the apartments the morning Of
the Cavendlsh murder with one of the
boys"
valois smiled warmly; men usually
did for Miss Donovan. 81 remember"
he said dolorously.
The girl sensed some underlying
sorrow in his voice and with> profer-
slonal skill learned the cause within
minute. Then, because she believed
that there might be more to be told
and because she was big-hearted and
interested In every ones troubles, she
urged him to accompany her to a
nearby restaurant and pour out his
heart while she supped. Lonely anc
disheartened, Valois accepted gladly
and within half an hour they were
seated at tiny table In an italian
cafe.
about your dischargeT she queried
after time,
81 was not even asked to accompany
Mr.. Frederlck's body" he burst out,
"even though had been with him a
year. so stayed In the apartment
TO straighten things, expecting to be
retained in John Cavendish's service.
even did the work in his apartments,
hut when he returned and saw me
there he seemed to lose his temper,
wanted to know why was hanging
around, and ordered me out OF the
place. Flung money at me, he did.
told me to get out. that he never
wanted to see me again. Since then
have tried for three weeks to find
work. but II has been useless"
While she gave him word OF SYM
patty, Miss Donovan was busily think
ing. She remembered Willis remark
in the apartments, "Are you sure Of
the dead mans IDENTIFY Els face
is badly mutilated, you know" and
her alert mind sensed possibility Of
newspaper story back Of young
Cavendish's unwarranted' and strange
act.
: "Mr valois," she said kindly,
'would you mind II asked you a
question or two moreT
"No," the man returned.
"AIl right. First, what sort Of .
nan was your masterr