The daily Alaskan., 1920-08-07

safe. to see if any were Of value. JOnn, convinced the man was his cousin, stole up behind him and struck him down. He had no idea of the force of the blow delivered, and may even have left the apartment without realizing that the blow had been a fatal one. Afterward there was nothing to do, but keep still, and let matters take their own course"
 And what happened thenT Naturally this: the La Rue wom- an wormed the truth out of him, and told Enrlght. From that moment the boy was entirely In their hands. While they remained in New York they helped him keep his nerve, but as soon as he was left alone, he went entirely to pieces. He was no criminal, merely A victim of circumstances. At last something happened to frlghten him into flight"
 The four men strengthened up as her voice ceased speaking. Then Roberts laughed. as though ashamed of the breathless interest he had exhibited.
 "I guess she's got that doped out about right, Colgate" he said, almost respectfully. And it's clear enough that we are on the wrong trail. Anyhow this man here isn't Tom Burke, al- though he would deceive the very dev- in. What Is It, landlord? Am I ready to eat? Just lead the way, and I'll show you" He glanced about at the others. Any of you missed your SUD- per? If so, we'd be glad to have your company"
 'Tu accept the invitation" returned Cavendlsh. "I was asleep upstairs, and failed to hear the bell. Perhaps you gentlemen can tell me what. steps I'd better take in a case Ike mine"
 The three passed out together fol- lowing the guidance of TimmOns, and as the sound of their voices subsided into a confused murmur, Westcott glanced into the face beside him.
 "You must be very tired, dear"
 .T am tired, Jlm," she said, "but ! I mustn't allow 1t. I have a big job on hand. Farrls will want three thou sand words of this and he'll want 1t tonight, so that he can scoop the town" | Scoop the tOwn" Westcott re peated,
 "Yes, that means my paper gets a story that no other paper gets. And this Cavendish case Is going to be my scoop. VIII you walk with me down to the stNtionT
 Big Jim Westcott nodded silently and took her arm in his and together they went out Into the night.
 Each stone, shrub, each dark fr0wn- ing cliff reminded them of their meet ing, and silently, with their hearts l full. they walked along until dilapi- dated box car hove In view, with one oillamp still burning, rwInklIng evi- dence that Carson had not retired for the night; and GS they came abreast : the door they found him dozing.
 "Wake up, Carson" cried Jim, tap ping him on the shoulder, wake up and get ready to do big job on the keys. And keep your ears open, too, old timer, for it's interesting, every word of it-Miss Donovan is going to tell a story"
 Carson rubbed his eyes, sat up, gave ample greeting, got up, lit another l lamp, and tested his wire.
 East wire free as air, Jlm," he said You can begin that there story when ever you want"
 And so, weary as she was, and with nerves still high-pitched, Stella Dono' van began, slowly at first, until she got the swing of her "Iead," and then more rapidly; one after another the yellow sheets on which she wrote were fed past WeStcotts critical eyes and into the hands of Carson, who oper' atcd his "bug" like a madman.
 An hour went past, an hour and a Quartcr-.Stella Donovan was still writ Ing. An hour and a half. WestcOtt saw her face tensing under the strain saw it grow wan and white, and. reach ing down he gripped the fingers that Clenched the pencil.
 "NO more, Stella" he said firmly, "you've sent four thouSandW
 She looked at him tenderly, Please. Jim," she begged, "just let me