He employed me to draw the will, and told me he planned to leave the city for some time.

As soon as I could I told the others over the phone, and we got busy." Lacy struck his knee with his hand, and burst into a laugh.
"So, he simply disappeared! Your idea was that an accident might happen, and our friend Beaton here took the same train to render any necessary assistance." "No," said Enright frankly, "murder wasn't part of our plan; it's too risky.

We had other means for getting this money--legally." Lacy stared incredulous.
"And there hasn't been no killin' ?" Enright shook his head.
"Not by any of us." "Then how about that dead man in New York--the one that was buried for Cavendish?
Oh, I read about that.

Beaton showed it to me in the paper." "That's the whole trouble," Enright answered gravely.

"I do not know who he was, or how he came there.