The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-01-13

| case Is or personal interest to you"
ITO mel Why, that is hardly likely
If it originated I'm New York"
1T did"-she drew In a sharr
breath-"for it originated in the mur.
der of Frederick Cavendish."
"The murder Of Cavendishi He has
been killedT"
Yes; at least that is what every,
one believes, except possibly one man
his former valet. His body was
found lying dead on the floor of his
private apartment, the door of his safe
open, the money and papers missing.
The coroner's jury brought in q YER
dict of murder on these facts"
"But when was this?"
She gave the date and he studied
| over 1t.
"The same day he should have re-
ceived my telegram" he said graveIy.
THAT'S why the poor fellow never an
swered." He turned to her suddenly.
"But what became OF my others" hs
asked, "and Of all the letters wrote 2,
THAT is exactly what l want to
learn. They must have been delivered
to his cousin, John Cavendish. I'll tell
you all L know, and then perhaps, be-
tween us, we may be able to figure II
out"
Briefly and clearly she set before
him the facts she and Willis had been
! able to gather: the will, the connec-
tion between Enright and John Cav
endish, the quarrel between John and
frederick, the visit of John to En-.
rights office, the suspicion of Valois
that the murdered man was not Cav
endish, and, finally, the conversation
overheard In Steinway's. the torn tel
egram, and the meeting between Ce-
leste La Rue and Enright.
When she had finished Westcott sat,
chin In hand, turning the evidence
over In his mind. "'Do you believe
Frederick Cavendish is deadT he
asked suddenly.
"Yes."
Westcott struck his hand down on
the rock, his eyes glowing dangerously.
"Well, I don't" he exclaimed. 81
believe he is alive! My theory is that
this was all carefully arranged, but
| that circumstances compelled them to
act quickly and before they were
entirely ready. Two unexpected oc-
currence hurried them into action"
She leaned forward, stirred by his
; earnestness.
"What?
"The quarrel in the restaurant, lead.
ing to the making Of the WILL" he an
swered gravely, "and my telegram.
The two things fit together exactly.
He must have received my first mes
sage that same night. In my judg-
ment, he was glad Of some excuse to
leave New York and determined to
take the first train west. His quarrel
with John, coupled with his disgust
of the company he kept, caused him
to draw up this will hurriedly. He
left the club intending to pack up and
take the first train"
"And was killed before he could do
soT'
"Possibly; but If the dead man had
no scar on his chest he was not Fred
erick Cavendish; he was an impostor
some poor victim deliberately substi.
| tuted because of his facial resem-
/ UiduCe. MY DelleI Is tnaC FRED re-
turned to his apartments, took what
money he required, packed his valise>
and departed without word to any
| one. He often did things like that
hastily, on the spur of the moment"
"But what happened afterward"
"The rest is all theory. do not
know, but I'll make guess In some
way the conspirators learned what
had occurred, but not in time to in.
tercept his departure; vet they had
everything ready for action, and real
lied this was the opportunity. Fred
erick had disappeared leaving no trace
behind; they could attend to him
later intercept him, perhaps Wait
Keep still. There comes the carriage
from the train"
He drew her back into the denser
underground and they looked out
through the leaves to where the road
circled in toward the bridge. The hoof
beats Of horses alone broke the si
lence.