The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-01-20

"There's More Ways Of Making Money
In New York Than Drawing Sal
ary."
He knew you as soon as Beaton men,
toned your name; he's Patrick En-
right of Enright and Dougherty."
Miss Donovan's fingers gripped hard
on the footboard of the bed, her teeth
clnchcd to keep back 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 manner. Appar-
emily the disclosure meant little.
"Enright, you say? No, I think not.
de claimed to know me? That is
strange. Who did he think 1 WASP"
Miss In Rue bit her lip. She had
founs lcr match evidently, but would
strike harder.
"A reporter on the Star. Naturally
we couldn't felp wondering what You
was doing ont here. You are in the
newspaper business. aren't your"
YES" realizing further concealment
was useless, "but on my vacation. I
thought 1 explained all that to Mr.. Bea-
ton. l 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."
professionally, If they are out Of the
ordinary" She took swift breath
and made the plunge. Like the Fred
erick Cavendish case-do you remem-
ber that?'
Miss La Rue stared at her across the
darkening room. but If she changed
color the gloom concealed it and her
voice was steady enough.
NO" she said shortly, "I 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 I say; and it seems to
me it would be more social If we had
something to drink. You amt too nice
to partake of cocktail, are your
Good! Then we'll have one. What's
the hotelkeeper's name?"
"Tmmons"
"Do you suppose he'd come no If I
pounded on the fioor?"
Miss Donovan slipped off the bed.
II don't believe he is in the office.
He went up the street just before dark.
You light the lamp while I'll see If
can find the Chinaman out in the hail."
She closed the door behind her.
strobe noisily down the hall, then ST.
lently and swiftly retraced her stems
and stopped silently down to where a
crack yawned in the lower panel. That
same instant match fiared within
the room and was applied to the wick
or the lamp. The narrow opening gave
only n glimpse of half the room-the
WaSh-Stand, the chair, and lower part
or the bed. She saw Miss La Rue drop
the match, then open her yaIise and
go through it, 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-
pearcd along the edge of the bed. be-
Yond the radius of the crack in the
door What was it she was doing3
Searching the bed, no doubt; seeking
something hidden beneath the pillow.
or mattress.
Whatever her purpose, she was gone
scarcely moment. gliding silently
back to the chair beside the window.
with watchful eyes again fixed on the
closed door. Miss Donovan smiled and
Strengthened up, well satisfied with
her ruS". II had served TO demonstrate
that the eX-choruS girl was far from
being as calmly Indifferent as she had
assumed and it had made equally evi.
deht tn" fact that her visit had an OBJ
Ject-th" discovery of why Miss Dono-
van was i'm Haskell. Doubtless she
had made the call at Enright's sugges-
tl"n. very well, the lady was quite
welcome to all the information OBJ
tanned. stella opened the door and the
eyes Cf The two met.
Go be ContinucH