The Strange Case of Cavendish. Randall Parrish

The Strange Case of Cavendish - Randall Parrish


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the tiny clue within their ambit.

      Willis started. He almost sprung from the booth to pick it up, but the girl withheld him with a pressure of the hand.

      "Not yet," she begged. "Wait until we see who leaves the other booth into which La Rue just went."

      And Willis fell back into the seat, his pulse pounding. Presently, with startled eyes, they beheld Celeste la Rue leave the booth, and then five minutes later a well-dressed man, a suave, youthful man with a head inclined toward baldness.

      "Enright!" muttered Willis.

      "Enright," echoed Miss Donovan, "and, Jerry, our hunch was right. He and La Rue are playing Cavendish—and for something big. But now is our time to get the telegram. Quick—before the waiter returns."

      At her words Willis was out of the booth. As Miss Donovan watched, she saw him pass by the folded evidence. What was wrong? But, no—suddenly she saw his handkerchief drop, saw him an instant later turn and pick it up, and with it the telegram. Disappearing in the direction of the men's room, he returned a moment later, paid the check, and with Miss Donovan on his arm left the café.

      Outside, and three blocks away from Steinway's, they paused under an arc-light, and with shaking hands Willis showed her the message. There in the flickering rays the girl read its torn and yet enlightening message.

      lorado, May 19, 1915.

      him safe. Report and collect. come with roll Monday sure 've seen papers. Remember Haskell.

      NED.

      "It's terribly cryptic, Jerry," she said to the other, "but two things we know from it."

      "One is that La Rue's going to blow the burg some day—soon."

      "The other, that 'Ned' is Ned Beaton, the man mentioned back there in Steinway's. Whatever his connection is, we don't know. I think we had better go to Farriss, don't you?"

      "A good hunch," Willis replied, taking her arm. "And let's move on it quick. One of us may have to hop to Colorado if Farriss thinks well of what we've dug up."

      "I hope it's you—you've worked hard," said Miss Donovan.

      "But you got the big clue of it all—the telegram," gallantly returned her companion, as he raised his arm to signal a passing cab which would take them to the Star office.

      Once there, in their enthusiasm they upset the custom of the office and broke into Farriss's fullest hour, dragged him from his slot in the copy desk and into his private office, which he rarely used. There, into his impatient ears they dinned the story of what they had just learned, ending up by passing him the telegram.

      For a mere instant he glanced at them, then his lips began to move. "Beaton—Ned—Ned Beaton—Ned Beaton," he mused, and then sat bolt upright in his chair, while he banged the desk with a round, hard fist. "Hell's bells!" he ejaculated. "You've run across something. I know that name. I know the man. Ned Beaton is a 'gun,' and he pulled his first job when I was doing 'police' in Philadelphia for the Record. Well, well, my children, this is splendid! And what next?"

      "But, Mr. Farriss, where is he?" put in Stella Donovan. "Where was the message sent from? Colorado, yes, but where in Colorado? That's the thing to find out."

      "I thought it might be the last word in the message—Haskell," ventured

       Willis.

      Mr. Farriss paused a moment, then,

      "Boy!" he yelled through the open door.

      "Boy, get me an atlas here quick, or I'll hang your hair on a proof-hook!"

      A young hopeful, frightened into frenzy, obeyed with alacrity, and Farriss, seizing the atlas from his hand, thumbed it until he found a map of Colorado. Together the three pored over it.

      "There it is!" Stella Donovan cried suddenly. "Down toward the bottom.

       Looks like desert country."

      "Pretty dry place for Celeste," laughed Willis. "I might call her up and kid her about it if——"

      Farriss looked at him sourly. "You might get a raise in salary," he snapped sharply, "if you'd keep your mind on the job. What you can do is call up, say you're the detective bureau, and ask carelessly about Beaton. That'll throw a scare into her. You've got her number?"

      "Riverside 7683," Willis said in a businesslike voice. "The Beecher apartments. I'll try it."

      He disappeared into the clattering local room, to return a moment later, white of face, bright of eye, and with lips parted.

      "What's the dope?" Farriss shot at him.

      "Nothing!" cried the excited young man. "Nothing except that fifteen minutes ago Celeste La Rue kissed the Beecher apartments good-bye and, with trunk, puff, and toothbrush, beat it."

      "To Haskell," added the city editor, "or my hair is pink. And by God,

       I believe there's a story there. What's more, I believe we can get it.

       It's blind chance, but we'll take it."

      "Let Mr. Willis——" began Miss Donovan.

      "Mind your own business, Stella," commanded Farriss, "and see that your hat's on straight. Because within half an hour you're going to draw on the night cashier for five hundred dollars and pack your little portmanteau for Haskell."

      Willis's face fell. "Can't I go, too?" he began, but Farriss silenced him on the instant.

      "Kid," he said sharply but kindly, "you're too good a hound for the desert. The city needs you here—and, dammit, you keep on sniffing."

      Turning to the unsettled girl beside him, he went on briskly:

      "Work guardedly; query us when you have to; be sure of your facts, and consign your soul to God. Do I see you moving?"

      And when Farriss looked again he did.

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