The Strange Case of Cavendish

le in a busy café where the night life of the city streamed continually in

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York

lost it again.

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hat spoke the freedom and health of outdoor living. He had known that life once before, when he and Jim Westcott had prospected

ay-dirt at last only to lose it and he

. His fortune left him at the death of his father was safely invested, and he had no close friends in t

by table. Cavendish recognised the two women as members of the chorus of the prevailing Revue, one of them Celeste La Rue, an aggressive blonde with thin lips and a metallic voice, whose name w

, mild-eyed youth with a listless chin, excused h

in us?" he sa

his head. "They are not my people," he said shortly, then retre

e got all the money-that gives you an excuse to read me moral homilies every time

at is it you want?" he demanded d

agerly. "I lost a little on cards lately, a

s-unless you cut out such people as Celeste La Rue and others that you train with. I'm tired of paying bills

r Cavendish's voice took

t that," he said. "You

surveyed his cousin, then an angry

stuttered, "-y

d the bill, and walked toward the door. John stared after him, a sm

ed peeved," sugge

cause I asked him for a mere hundred and threat

d, laughing. "I heard you, but I don't supp

aughed John; then produ

hey're on me-and goo

then a resolution. The realisation was that since further pleading would avail nothing with John Cavendish, he needed a lesson

He went immediately to the writing-room, laid aside his things and sat down. The first thing to do, he decided, was to obtain an attorney and consult him regarding the proper ste

g wait he outlined on a scrap of paper what he proposed doing. Fifteen minutes pass

aid, advancing, "and that you are in im

for certain reasons which need not be disclosed I deem it necessary to execute a will. I am the only son of the late William Huntington C

" Mr. Enri

Cave

Of young Cavendis

tate elsewhere in case of my early death. I have here a rough draft of what I want don

led to charitable organisations, and a small allowance, a mere pittance, was provided for John Ca

dish

be able to do it on the girl's machine in t

hose. His disappearance would mean nothing to his small circle of casual friends, and when he was settled elsewhere he could notify the only two men who were concerned with his

ll ready for your signature, too. You sign there,

nd wrote their names to the document and then withd

ve this in my care

f in case it is needed suddenly. I shall keep my rooms, and my ma

er which Cavendish rose, picked up hi

e transaction will be considered as strictly confidential." A

isappear. Suddenly he stru

"I'll have to see this

before he said in intense subdued tones: "Is this Carlton's Café? Give me Jackson, the head-waiter. Jack