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Thus was officially launched upon a tempestuous sea the Confederate Ship of State. =Order of Procession=. Music. Military Escort of Montgomery Fusileers, Capt. Schenssler; Montgomery Rifles, Capt. Farriss; Eufaula Rifles, Capt. Sims. President-Elect, Vice President and Chaplain in an open carriage, drawn by six horses. Congressional Committee on Ceremonies. Various Committees.
Farriss, I got something else, too Enright and young John Cavendish are in communication further. I saw him leaving Enright's office all excited. Following my hunch, I cultivated Miss Healey, Enright's stenographer, and learned that the two had an altercation and that it was evidently over some document." Farriss was interested. "Enright's in this deep," he muttered thoughtfully, "but how?
From the hotel stoop he watched until she vanished within the general store, which contained the post-office. Through the rude window the clerk pushed a plain manila envelope into her outstretched hand. Evidently from the thinness of the letter, Farriss had but few instructions to give and, thrusting the unopened missive into her hand-bag, she retraced her steps to her room.
By God, it is! Now to prove it, Stella" Farriss always resorted to first names "you drop everything else and go to this, learn what you can, spend money if you have to. I'll drag Willis off police, and you work with him. And damn me, if you two spend money, you've got to get results! I'll give you a week when you've got something, come back!"
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.
"John Cavendish may be innocent, or he may be guilty, but one thing is certain he's being badgered to death by two people, from what little we know. One of them is the La Rue woman; the other is Enright. "Now I wonder Mr. Farriss, doesn't it occur to you that they may be working together like the woman and the man in the Skittles case last year?
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.
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.
"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.
"Neither one of us could shadow her without uncovering ourselves, so we hired an International operative. They cost ten dollars a day and expenses. What he learned was this that while she was playing with young Cavendish and seeing him almost daily, the lovely Celeste was also in communication with guess who!" "Enright?" Farriss ventured.
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