"But what became of my others," he asked, "and of all the
letters I wrote?"
"That is exactly what I want to learn. They must have been delivered
to his cousin, John Cavendish. I'll tell you all I know, and then
perhaps, between us, we may be able to figure it out."
Briefly and clearly, she set before him the facts she and Willis had
been able to gather: the will, the connection between Enright and John
Cavendish, the quarrel between John and Frederick, the visit of John to
Enright's office, the suspicion of Valois that the murdered man was not
Cavendish, and, finally, the conversation overheard in Steinway's, the
torn telegram, and the meeting between Celeste 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 dead?" he
asked suddenly.
"Yes."
Westcott struck his hand down on the rock, his eyes glowing dangerously.
"Well, I don't!" he exclaimed. "I 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.
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