They had not hesitated at murder to
achieve their ends, and yet the girl somehow failed to comprehend that
this discovery by them, that she was on their trail, placed her in
personal peril.
There were two reasons causing indifference--a carelessness engendered
by long newspaper experience, and a feeling that the telegram told so
little they would never realise how far the investigation had
progressed. All she could do then, would be to remain quiet, watch
closely for results, and, if necessary, have some one else sent out
from the home office to take up the work. But meanwhile she must
communicate with Westcott, tell him all that had occurred. She would
send him a note the first thing in the morning.
Somewhat reassured by this reasoning, she was still seated there,
staring out into the night, when Enright and Beaton returned. It must
have been late, for the street was practically deserted, the saloons
even being closed. The hotel was silent, although a lamp yet burned in
the office, the dull glow falling across the roadway in front of the
door.
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