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THE ROCK ISLAND ARGUS, SATURDAY, MAY 24, 1913.
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A Novelization by J. V. McConaughy of the Successful New Play
by Harriet Ford. Harvey J. O'Higgins and Detective William
J. Burns, ia Which Robert Hilliard Is Appearing.
Copmn. 1912. b laumiAaiaKa Lamina.
When a murder is committed
there is invariably a moive.
Sometimes it is obvious; some
times its presence is masked be
hind a complexity of possibili
ties until it is well nigh impos
sible to disentangle the slender
skein of fact from the warp and
woof of probability. But always
the motive is there. "Look for
, , f t. m
the woman, said Pere Tabaret. ,
the French detective, and in her
you will find the solution of y oar
mystery if you find her." And I
tr, fhn nnir. h , . rinht V( .t
it not always the obvious woman
nor the obvious motive that is
responsible for a crime. Some
times the underlying cause rests
on deeper reasons than are ap
parent even to the closest ob
server. Then only on accident
can give a clew to the real crim
inal. And so it is with "The
UPON a day James Argyle was
about bis usual haunts. Upon
au evening be was at bis
home, seemingly bale ai:J
happy. Upon a morning be wns fouud
on a Persian rug by the inlaid table
of bis lieu library lyiDg on his ide
with one band gripping tbe tabic cov
er, tbe tiuHow of bis evening shirt a
deep brick red. a small bole one ii:cb
to tbe left of tbe second stud, bis
glazed eytn stariug at the ceiling.
A chair near by wna overturned, and
some distance away lay a revolver.
It was a plain murder.
The crime wns discovered shortly
after 7 o'clock In the morning, and by
0 tbe evening papers were uu the
street with columns of picturesque de
tail and theory. f.r James Argyle was
known from one end of Manhattan to
the other. He was also known In Sao
Francisco and other places
In tbe tlrst place he was enormously
wealthy. He had built a costly mid
not very small plnce on a street lu
New York where the price of a front
foot would keep an ordinary family in
comfort for a number of years I5ut
beyond the mere fHCt of bis riches
there were other reasons.
lie was probably sixty years old,
though be never dincnased bis ago
with any one. He loton:ed to a few
clubs and attended only one. TbU was
In later years, formerly be seemed
fond of tbe society of men. but In the
few yeara preceding bU death he grew
eccentric lie was likely to quarrel,
and for several months before the ter
rible end be did quarrel with every
For yeara the firm of Tolworthy &
Vend bad looked after bis legal needs,
but the elder Mr. Tolwortny died, and
old Mr. Argyle severed relations with
the firm and retained an obscure at
torney named James T. Hurley. He
quarreled with bis aon almost con
stantly, so that the young man. who
bad decided bent toward the artistic,
rented a studio In Twenty -third street,
'where be lived bachelor's life. He
even began to find fault with the old
negro cook who bad been In bis house
hold for twenty years and for whose
cooking be was wont to leave the dob
at meal times after pointedly Insulting
the management In bis criticisms of
tbe club cuisine.
Much of this tbe newspapers learn
ed and the rest they guessed at. They
also guessed at a great deal more for
the first day or two until real facts be
gan to spring up tbat made guesswork
There was one person Intimately con
nected with Mr. Argyle. whom he
treated with unfailing love and re- '
spect be was bis adopted daughter.
Miss Mary Mazuret. About ber tbe
newspaper reporters could learn little,
excepting tbat she took tbe place of
a natural daughter in the old man's
life What ber real parentage was re
mained a mystery. She and Bruce Ar
7let tuo son, and. tbe other members
r t he "hocsenold refused absolutely to'
reporters, so tbe reporters wrote
, things tbat they didn't see :ind held up
ttle police for everytbiiij
tbat tbe po
lice b.id learned.
This was not much. Tbe murder was
nearly a week old, ami tbe mystery
seemed as far from solution as ever.
j Hut there was no luck of material for
' lively speculation.
! Old Mr. Argyle had been known to
quarrel with bis son frequently the
r,!,st few "''". nd this fact was
Kivrn due Importance. He bad been
out for a Blt)tor rite turougn the park
tu!It afternoon with Miss Mazuret and
b'eraed uuusually happy and pleased
when he returned. He had telephoned
to bis son and Invited hiiu to the bouse
for dinner tl;nt nicht
After dinner the fatlier and son had
a lone talk in the library. Miss Mazu
ret dined with them nnd said that it
was a very happy party that Mr. Ar
tyle and bis son were on an miusu.-tlly
friendly footing, and that the past dlf
ferences seemed to have been forgot-
ten. She denied tbat she knew wha;
these differences might have been.
She left Mr. Argyle and Bruce talk
ing in the library and went up to bet
Miss Mazuret Was Certain Sha Hcaro
Bruca Leave the House.
room. Later she was certain she beard
Bruce leave the house and after that
she bad neither seen nor beard a sus
picious sound until tbe alarm rang
through tbe bouse the next morning
Inspector Duffy. In view of these
facts, subjected Mr. Bruce Argyle to
searching examination. The young
man frankly admitted tbat tbe differ
ences of opinion between himself and
bis father bad grown so acute that be
felt It would be better for all concern
ed if be found quarters elsewhere, lis
did not harbor any ill feelicg against
bis father on this account, he- said.
His father was growing old. was ec
centric and extremely stubborn and
set In bis ways. It was simply a con
flict of wills, and he bad left to avoid
i a serious break tbat mlgbt have been
irreparaore. Miss Mazuret would bear
him out In this.
-What Is your financial position?"
tbe inspector asked.
Tbe young man smiled at tbe ques
tion. " I am an artist." he replied. and
so far unknown and unpaid. But my
father. whLia be was determined to im
pose bis will on every one about him.
was not mean or vindictive. Vben 1
decided to leave the bouse he in
creiised my allowance instead of cut
ting me off. He believed be could
uniij u:e arouna to Els wav of think-
leg by aruuifcoc
He never tried
Fifteen minutes later tbe reporters
bad most ot the details of this exam
ination, and tbe newspajveni begun to
print long and circumstantial stories,
which pointed in but one direction
tbat Bruce Arrvle m.:f hr hi i
band la. the murder of bis father. It '
wns pointed out that, there was no ;
positive proof that he had left the
bouse at the hour be named and noth
ing to show tbat be bad gone to his
studio. Also, there was nothing to
show that if be bad left the bouse be
bad not returned at a later hour.
All of tbe servants bad been exam
ined, and. while they were greatly ex
cited and distressed, they apparently
knew nothing. Tbe police had hopes
that further nnd closer inquiries would
reveal "suspicious raet on which to
base an arrest-" Inspector Duffy,
while he would not go into details, in
timated that there would be "sensa
tional developments within a few
And so It went These stories were
printed under headlines such as "Po
nce Know Argyie Murderer." "Son
Quarreled With Argyle Before Shoot
ing." Artists are not usually considered
men of action, and that U possibly tbe
reason tbat Bruce Argyle was experi
encing much difficulty in gaining rec
ognition as an artist. He was decid
edly a man of action lean. wiry, dark
eyed and ascetic. His appearance, save
for the carelessness of bis attire, was
more tbat of confidential secretary to
an empire builder than a dabbler in
paints and canvases.
He acted with great swiftness, as he
felt there was great need. Not tbat he
was alarmed be felt that he was In
no danger of being convicted of tbe
murder, but be was anxious to keep
bis name out of unpleasant associa
tion with tbe crime for a number of
perfectly manifest reasons and one
that was not manifest he was en
gaged to a very charming young wo
man. Miss Nancy Thompson. The en
gagement was a secret, but he was
afraid that it would leak out and Miss
Thompson's name and picture would
be staring nt the young girl from tbe
front pages of the newspapers.
Within a few hours after the news
papers bad taken this tack be was in
consultation with Mr. Hurley. Mr.
Hurley was a smoothly polished pro
fessional man of about forty, jsvho
maintained a bandsome office, but
practiced little In tbe courts apparently.
Youns Argyle was not satisfied with
tbe counsel of his father's lawyer. The
latter advised Ignoring the publicity
that must inevitably attend the mur- j
der. doing all that lay within their
power to aid the police and wait fof i
"1 can't wait for results!" declared j
Bruce. "This thing is getting on my
nerves and on Mary's and Nancy s
For the sake of all of us it has to be
cleared up tight away."
"Well. I do not see tbat we can
hurry matters any." said Mr. Hurley in
bis most soothing professional manner.
"No. I guess you don't." returned j
Bruce, a little bitterly. "I don't either.
But something has to be done."
"Walt, young man. wait." Mr. Hur
ley advised blm. "Tbe police will sure
ly get on the risht track within anoth
er clay or two."
"The police!" snorted Argyle. "They
have been getting on the right track
for nearly a week, and all they have
done so far Is make newspaper stories
that are as ridiculous as they are of
fensive." "Tbe troth cannot hurt any one."
mildly objected Mr. Hurley.
"Yes. it can. too!" retorted Bruce.
"It Is true that I was the last person
with my father and that I can't provs
that I wasn't there when he was killed,
and you bet that h':rts like tbe dick
ens!" "It does not prove that you killed
hira." remarked the lawyer, "and the
burden of proof rests upon the state."
"Yes," broke in Bruce, with rising
scorn. "1 like the idea of going on for
i weeks this way in the position of the
i police not being able to prove tbat 1
i killed my father! I wunt them to
! prove who did It not me to prove tbat
j 1 didn't or anything else!"
I "Weli, 1 ouppose they are trying as
bard as they can." said Mr. Hurley.
"They seem to be busy enough."
"Oh. yes. they're busy!" Argyle
laughed grimly. "Every time they
have a spare man around headquarters
uiey ser-a rim up to Dotner me or
Mary and get us to tell everything all
over again. Mary Is nearly distracted.
I suppose they'll be charging ber with
the murder In the newspupers pretty
soon, and then I'll commit a murder
that won't be any mystery!"
"Now, Bruce, don't excite yourself."
counseled tbe lawyer. But he seemed
uncomfortable at the mention of Miss
Mazuret. "Tbe truth may be unpleas
ant, as you say, but It can never do
Argyle made an impatient gesture.
"It can do some real barm to Mary if
she breaks down under all this this
unpleasantness,' as you call it." he re
torted. "I suppose this thlue of the
will is bound to be made public and
then there will be all sorts of new and
nastier stories about the whole lot of
"It can hardly be avoided." conceded
tbe lawyer regretfully. "I think, my
self, that tbe newspapers are allowed
too much license in this respect, but
that is better than a crippled and ham
Argyle frowned at the floor and tbe
lawyer played with a pen and waited.
At last tbe young man looked op ap
parently calmed by a private resolve.
"Well." he said, with a grim under
current of threat In bis voice. Til give
the police you have so much faith In
tbem a day longer, and then I'll take
The lawyer threw blm a swift, keen
glance. "What are yon planning to
dot be asked.
"Never mind." Tbe young man's
Hps came together. "You and your
friends, the police, have bad nearly a
week at tfcia and haven't got anywhere
excepting to make a kt of trouble for
people who have trouble enough aa it
is. I am going to get action!"
"Yon had better do nothing without
! consulttnK me." advised Mr. Hurley
"I have consulted you." retorted Ar
gyle "All you can advise me to do la
wuit and trust to tbe police. I bav
done both or a week. If they haven't
gut sutuutlilig by tomorrow morning
Ue ci t ,
im&elf off and Mr. Hurlej
eagerly demanded. "What will you do?"
"Well, you'll see. There Isn't any
particular reason why 1 shouldn't tell
you. and I will as soon as I decide, but
when 1 do tbe investigation ts going to pleasant, his cheeks slightly pink and
be carried on under my directions." his expression one of the utmost benev-
And with a nod to tbe lawyer be olence. But his mouth was thin lipped
walked out ' and opened very little when he spoke.'
On the way borne he bought the ! "Mr. Argjle?" be said, with a nod
final edition of au evening paper. His I anj. a smile.
eye ran over tbe headline and be gasp- "Yes." replied Bruce, rising, some
ed and swore. It read: what nonplused by this unexpected
argyie sinraer Motive bocna: Agea
Millionaire Planned Change of Will!
Adopted Daughter Now Sole Heir!
Son Disinherited V
There followed a detailed story of
his reconciliation with his father of
bis father's plan to put hi-in back in
his will as joint beir with bis adopted
sister and of the fact that the murder
left him penniless and bis adopted
sister one of tbe richest heiresses In
"Find tbe person whom the crime
most benefits," said old Papa Taba
ret the greatest detective in fiction.
Papa Tabaret was great because he
was human and made mistakes. He
"I can't wait for results!" declared
nearly made a terrible mistake in fol
lowing this axiom relentlessly, though
he proved in tbe end that it worked
out unfailingly. Tbe weakness of It Is
the difficulty of ascertaining the num
ber of persons" who nre benefited by
the crime and the precise degree of
gain to each. Thus it happens that a
number of persons may be benefited in
different, ways by a murder. These
persons mar not know of the existence
of each other, and the one who com
mits the crime may be deriving great
benefit but may also at the same time
be benefiting others In a lesser and
even greater degree. So here is anoth
er weakness of tbe axiom that tbe
one most benefited need not necessari
ly have guilty knowledge of the crime.
But in this case that weakness could
be eliminated, as the newspapers sub
tly pointed out Miss Mazuret knew
the innermost secrets of the old man's
mind. 'She knew of his quarrels with
his son. She probably knew that the
will had been made entirely Id ber
favor. She was present at the recon
ciliation dinner, when It must have
been known to nil as the lawyer had
known for several days tbat Mr. Ar
gyle purposed writing a new will and
leaving the larger share of his fortune
to his natural child. This was to have
been done within a few days at tho
outside, and he was murdered tho
So it was that In vague terms ar
Indirect fashion, but noue the less ef
fectlvely. the newspapers pointed tho
gaunt finger of suspicion at Miss Ma
7.uret. She had the most to gain by
the millionaire's death-that was ob
vious hence1, argued the reporters. sht
doubtless could tell more if she wished
Perhaps. Indeed. shi actually possessed'
the solution of tbe mystery.
Asche Kayton, Detective.
Bruce Argyle had read
through to tbe last line of
this story, he pulled out bis
watch and glanced at it It
was a few minutes past 4 o'clock. He
was at Twenty-third street in the sub
way. He got out. crossed the street
and boarded a train down, changing to
an express at Fourteenth street. A
few minutes later be was being shot
up to the eighteenth floor of a tall of
fice building In, tbe financial district
Leaving the elevator, he followed the
runner's directions and found an of
fice door tbat bore the simple inscrip
tion: ASCHE KAYTON.
Entering he found himself confront-
ed by an oldish bov on the opposite
aide of the railing. Inside tbe railing
were the rugs, settles and chairs of a
comfortable anteroom, it might have
been tbe publishing office of a religious
Tbe boy respectfully asked bis name
and whom be wished to see Argyle
banded hi in bis card.
"Mr. Kayton." be said. The bov
opened a gale in tbe railing and lavit "Only to Albany." replied Mr Wav
ed him to sit down. As Argyie sank ! ton. "I will return on the last train
on to a chair tbe boy disjippeared In I tot.Ighr "
less than sixty jseconds one of the many j Bruce siched. "Well. I snppose it'a
doors opening off the anteroom swung the bnt we can do." b said, as they
back and a oiub entered holding the slmok bauds at the foot of the ele
card. vator. "But I did want to choke t'.iose
Tbe room then looked more than ever
like tha office of a church newspaper.
The newcomer was bareheaded, also j
bald headed, and wore a dark office i
coat over a black vest and trousers.
His face was round, his eyes round and
personage. "Mr"- He Paused.
"I am Mr. Leischmann, tbe manager
of Mr. Kayton's New Yorfc office. Was
yonr business with Mr. Kayton per
sonal?" The tone was pleasantly busi
nesslike. '1 wanted to see Mr. Kayton at !
once, if possible." said Bruce. Mr.
Leischmann nodded as if be fully un
derstood. "About tbe r'
Bruce nodded. "Yes." he replied.
"Could you take the matter up with
me or ?"
' "I would prefer to see Mr. Kayton."
insisted tbe young man politely. Mr.
Leischmann gazed past nlui and cleared
"1 think Mr. Kayton is planning to
leave town this evening, but you
might be able to see him before he
goes," be said.
"Leave town! For how long?" de
"I can't say." replied the manager.
"If you will excuse me a moment 1
will see If 1 can get Mr. Kayton on the
The young man fidgeted in th ante
room for three or four minutes until
the manager returned to him, smiling
"Mr. Kayton does not leave for an
bour," he said, "and he will be pleased
to have you call at his hotel at once."
Bruce got the address and hastened
out Twenty minutes later be was in
ducted into the-presence of tbe detec-'
tive. whose remarkable successes had
made two hemispheres ring with his
name, ne was credited with second
eight and seventh sense and all sorts
of things. He told reporters that there
' was nothing in bis career but bard
work, common sense and remembering
that two and two always make four
and never four and a half or three
After they had shaken hands Bruce
gazed at the great crime expert curi
ously. He saw n. man of possibly forty
years, who looked younger, ne was
shaved with scrupulous care, his hair
wns brushed until each hair seemed to
fit into its ess"t spot, his clothes fitted
bim perfectly and he looked as if h
had been groomed for hours. His eyes
were either brown or black, but they
glowed or smoldered or sparkled so
constantly tbat no one could tell. His
nose was well formed, but not promi
nent, and the same was true of the
line of jaw and chin. The mouth was
at once strong and sensitive. The ex
pression was one of placid repose, r.s if
it h:id been cultivated t; conceal the
whir of th volcanic mind behind It,
V i. K -v.'
.1 - IV
He Was Credited With Second Sight
and All Sorts of Things.
just as his subdued manner but im
perfectly concealed tbe tireless energy
of tbe man.
"I am sorry I can give you only a
few minutes," be said in a soft, pleas-
aTt voJce without waiting for Bruce
to state the nature of his errand.
"You waut to consult me about that
terrible affair of your father. Did you
want me to look into It?"
"Yes," Bruce blurted out The de
"I see," he said. "Very well. I have
carte blanche as to expense?"
"Certainly." replied Bruce instantly.
"If you can throw any light on this
awful thing you cuu spend all the
money you please."
Mr. Kayton's lips twitched very
slightly. "There is never any difficul
ty under those circumstances. Mr. Ar
gyle," he said. "The trouble is ia get
ting people to pay expenses when they
can't see results. I furnish no guar
antees." Bruce gazed directly at him for a
moment and then said slowly. "In ask
ing you to take this case. Mr. Kayton.
I was fully prepared to pay all of the
expenses of tbe Investigation and pay j
you whatever fee you consider reason
able." "Well talk about tbe fee when I de
liver the coods." replied the detective
: quietly. "I am sorry to dismiss you.
i but I have to catch a train "
-But I wanted you to begin at once."
j be protested.
"Impossible" Mid Mr. Kayton snort -
ly, buttoning his gloves.
I "But but-when"
j "I will be at yonr house at 9 o'clock
! In the morning." returned Mr. Kayton.
I P.rm-e drew a long1rentb of reiief;
"You're not go:ng far. then :
morning papers off ome way."
AgMo that filut smile Bickered across
jj - r. Kayton's face.
-pon't worrv about tbe morning pa-
pers. Mr. Argyle." he said "There
will be news from Albany tonight tbat
will make them forget almut you."
Well, ye're to dnnw the curtains and
mr tho room, are ve not?"
It was the morning after tbe Inter- j
view just narrated, and Finlev. tbe old I
butler of the Argvle household, glower I
ed upon voting Topp. tbe cocknev foot- j
man Bruce Argvle bad giveu orders j
that tbe library should be opened and
made ready for tbe reception of Mr.
Kayton. nnd Topp was objecting.
'Appen 1 am. be retorted sullenly
"But do I 'ave to do it alone. Mr. Fin-
iey. or do I ave "elp?"
What ails ye. Topp?" demanded the
butler, though he knew well euough.
They stood at the open door of the library.-
"The same thing that's allin you.
likelv." growled the footman. "I hain't
goin' alone Into the bloomin' tomb
r-inlBT- ovpfl him In scorn. "Aw. ve're i
worse than the wlmmin. What's to j
hurt ve? Come on in wit ye!"
He strode bravely into the gloomy '
apartment and in the dim light stum- j
bled over a chair. Topp suppressed a
veil, and both stood shivering. j
"What's that? ' demanded the foot-
man in a quavering To'tce.
"It's a chair." responded the butler,
striving In vain to speak unconcerned
ly. "Sit down on It."
Topp shook bis head and shivered
again as he gazed about tbe darkened,
massive' room. "I hain't the sort o'
bloke who sticks at a thing." he de
clared." "but I don't fancy a room
where 'orrors "ave 'appened."
The older man had recovered his
poise, and he boldly drew back tbe
curtain and opened a window.
"Mister Argyle was as good a mas
ter as Iver lived." be said cheerily.
"Why 6hud ye be afeared o' the place
where be died?"
" 'E may have been a good man.
Mister Finley but 'e died a bunnat
Finley snorted. "I'm thlnkin' y"er sln
sibilities are too reDned for yer walk
in life. Ye may be called upon to do
worse things than to open the wludles
til scenes of murder God wll-
Topp. In the meantime, had opened
another window, nnd the draft from
the two caused the door Into the hall to
swing softly to and shut with a click.
Both men wheeled as If a pistol had
gone off behind them.
"That's Mm!" yelled Topp. And the
"next instant be was down the ball, al
most upsetting Bruce Argyle. who was
coming to inspect the library.
"What's the matter with Topp," he
demanded. Old man Finley gulped
"It's his nerves, sir." he said un
steadily. "He's got the fear o' the
Young Argyle glanced about uncom
fortably. "Oh!" he said slowly. "Let
In all the sunlight you can, Finley.
There never were windows enough
here." He turned to another door that
opened into tbe farther part of the
bouse. "Is this door unlocked?"
"Not yet. sir."
Bruce unlocked it The door opened
immediately into a pretty sunlit morn
ing room, nnd a soft voice hailed him
from the window seat.
"Are you there. Bruce?"
"Yes. .Come lu. Nan."
Inrledience to his summons there
entered a dainty, blue eyed damsel of
about twenty-two. so finely and ex
quisitely molded that she looked like
porcelain. She gave a timid glance
about ftie interior of the room.
"Having this room opened."
Finley approached. "What time am
I to expict the detictive, sir?" he In
quired. "Any time, now." Bruce replied, and
Finley withdrew with a bow.
- "More detectives coming. Bruce?"
asked the girl, with a little frown.
"Yes." he replied, with a nod, and
added: "Asche Kaytou."
"Oh." said the girl doubtfully. "Do
you tliiuk he can do anything?"
"He's the greatest detective in the
country." returned . Argyle. "If be
can't, nobody can. If we'd got him at
lirst we wouldn't have had the thing
all muddled up tbe way it Is now, with
suspicion on me and Mary and every
body." Miss Thompson shook her bead, ap
parently lost between hopelessness and
"I don't believe it'll ever be found
out who killed him." she declared.
Argyle shrugged bis shoulders impa
tiently. "If Knytou finds out enough to
clear Mary that's all I ask." he said
shortly, lustantly the girl's hand was
oil bis arm and her eyes looked up into
his troubled face In love and sympathy.
"Oh, Bruce, dear,'" she exclaimed
softly, "nobody believes sou or Mary
bad anything to do with It."
"Nobody that knows us, of course!"
said Argyle gravely. "But what about
the people that read the newspapers
and don't know us? How is Mary?"
"She's wonderful!" breathed the girl.
"Tbe way she keeps up! I'd g out of
my mind! But she's so strange. Bruce.
She hasn't said a word about your
father siuce I came. She simply won't
speak of It."
Bruce nodded, staring thoughtfully
straight out before him.
"Mary's always like tbat." be said.
"She never talks about tbe things that
are 'way deep down in her. The old
1 man knew it. And he liked her for it.
j 1 guess. He could quarrel with me. but
i he could never get a rise out of Mary.
j She Just simply kept quiet nnd-got her
' own way with him. lie never forgavo
1 me ror rerusing to marry ner. i.ut ne
me for refusing to tnarrv her. but he
never quarreieu wun ner ior reiusing ;
j to marry me.
i The girt vehemently possessed bTlf ;
1 of bis band. "I'm glad she refused," i
I he whispered. Bruce s!ipfd hi arm j
! alout his sweetheart's walKt cud klsaed
the top of her head.
"She understood about you. Nan." be j
:t!d gently, "from t!i firt. And she
w.-n doing ever !!ih:g she in-M to help '
Us .rifb bi'.si. If l ed lived xbd Inve j
brt.-iiht I around. He probably
areil wore for her than for anything
elie in the world. It'a beeu that way
ever tiar-e she was a little girl ever
Biuce she catne here to live." ,
ne broke o!T and drew away from
the girl as a woman of nbnut forty-five,
breathing audibly and pla'.aly very uer
rous and excited, sort of swarmed into
the library. She was .1 highly respect
able, if not highly intellectual, woman
whom the elder Argyle bad retained as
companion to bis ndopted daughter,
"Good morning. Bruce." she panted,
bustling over to u window and closing
it: violently. "1 didn't know you were
here. Finley tells me that man-that
detective Kayton is coming."
"Yes." nodded Bruce. Mrs. Wyntt
rolled her eyes. She was evidently in
a chronic condition of excitement over
somethiug that bad happened or In agi-
tat ion over something that was likely
"I think you're perfectly right," she
declared, fanning herself with a maga
?.ine. "I uiean to say those police de
tectives aren't getting anywhere. Hero
it's a whole week and we don't know
i any more than we did at first"
well, this Kayton Is a wonder.
said Bruce, preparing to leave. "He ll
nnd some clew that nil the other dc-
tectives have missed. I've got to go
now- Nan- The lawyers have seut for
me- I'll be right back."
Mrs- VVyntt sighed gustily and gazed
1 ..... . , II 1
"s iu' ii-i-
'You know. Miss Thompson," she '
said, "this has been my heme for twen
ty years, ever since Mary was taken
j into the family, but it never will be
again. I mean b say 1 never could
feel at home iu a bouse where there'd
been a murder. I suppose I'm peculiar,
but I never but it doesn't make any
difference whether the room 13 opened
or locked up. I cau't go by without
feeling it. Do you tinderstand what I
mean? I suppose." another sigh "I
suppose Mary'll sell the place. Have
you beard anything about it?"
"Oh. no!" exclaimed the girl hastily.
"Well!" Mrs. Wyatt pursed her lips
and breathed even more rapidly.
"What do you think of the will?"
Miss Thompson looked uncomfort
able. "I think it's very unjust, of
course," she replied reluctantly. Mrs.
Wyatt shook her head darkly.
"Mr. Argyle was a very strange man.
I don't want to sny anything disagree
able about the dead, but it's certainly
bard to understand bow a man could
cut his own son off without a cent and '
leave a fortune to a girl who is in no
way related to bim."
"I don't believe Mary will let the
will stand." Interposed Miss Thomp
son, with the manner of one anxious
to turn a disagreeable conversation.
"Miss Thompson, I'd say that, too,
but money changes people so. I mean
to say take a perfectly fair minded
person like Mary, generous to a fault
and you never can tell what money
will bring out lu tbem do you know
what I mean?"
' Miss Thompson was spared the pain
of a further discussion of tbe subject
by the reappearance of Finley with the
announcement that the detectives bad
come. Miss Wyatt said she supposed
they might as well come right In.
"Hadn't wo better go?" suggested
Miss Thompson after Finley had de
parted with the instructions.
"Yes yes." agreed Mrs. Wyatt.
hastening toward the door. "I don't
want to see him. I mean to say I've
seen enough detectives during tbe paBt
week to hist me the rest of my life!"
They scurried Into the morning
room and closed the door behind them
Just as Kayton and one of his men
entered from the halj.
(to be continued)
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