We had the plans ready for three months, but nothing occurred to give us a chance.

Then all at once Cavendish got his first telegram from Westcott, and decided to pull out, not telling any one where he was going.

That would have been all right, for we had a man shadowing him, but at the last moment he quarrelled with the boy we had the woman slated up with." "Hold on; what boy?
Let me get this straight." "His nephew, and only relative--John Cavendish." "Oh, I see; he was his heir; and you had him fixed ?" "We had him where he couldn't squeal, and have yet.

That was Miss La Rue's part of the game.

But, as I was saying, there was a quarrel and the uncle suddenly decided to draw up a will, practically cutting John out entirely." "Hell! Some joke that!" "There was where luck came to our help.