THE MURDER AT THE DUCK CLUB
except in the open, and as he came towards me with his shy smile, his moccasins fell noiselessly on the polished boards.
I handed him his telegram, which he opened at once. It ran:—
Offer you fifty dollars a day to come at once to Tamarind Duck Club.
Eileen M. East.
Joe whistled and characteristically said nothing.
"Who is Eileen M. East?" I asked.
Joe made no reply for a moment, then he indicated the telegram and said:—
"This has been redirected from Lavette. Postmaster Tom knew I'd be in to see you. Miss East was one of an American party I was with, 'way up on Thompson's salmon river this spring."
At this moment a clerk knocked and entered, bringing with him a second telegram. Joe read it:—
You must come. Murder done. A matter of life and death. Please reply.
Eileen M. East.
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