Atlanta Georgian., 1913-02-13
A Tale of Love, Mystery and Ad-
venture.
Written from the play Of the same name,
now being produced by Robert Hill
lard at the Criterion theater,
New York city.
Copyright. 1912, by Journal American
Examiner.
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

Kayton smiled. Lets start a little
rumble for him, joe" he said, picking
up the telephone receiver. Get me Hur-
ley We've got to find out who this Hur-
ley is, Joe. and get his record"
He ran over some typewriter pages
that Leishmann dropped noiselessly at
his elbow and grinned.
"Hurey's got us sized up in fine shape"
he remarked, glancing down sideways.
According to him I'm pinhead."
He has a great sense of humor, gov
ernor," Manning assured him solemnly.
HE laughed so hard last night that he
nearly split the dictograph."
Kayton laughted and then suddenly
frowned for silence.
Hello, Mr.. Hurley" he said cheerful
ly, into the phone. Il think I've OBJ
tanned a clew on your Argyle case. Drop
in and see me this morning. can you?
Yes-Id like to consult you. It's
too confidential for the telephone.
All right-thanks."
He hung up the receiver, laughing 81
lently.
'Will he Gomez" inquired Manning
Would you?' retorted his chief.
Manning grinned and scratched his
head. "Ge! l wouldn't know what tc
do" he confessed.
That's what's the matter with Hur-
ley" declared Kayton. Joe, go to the
hotel and get Miss Mazuret. Don't &c
TO the desk-go to the telephone girl
she's all right-and send my name up
Get her out without attracting any atten-
tion, and bring her right down here"
Kayton looked him over a moment and
asked with a change from his official
manner, Have you had any sleep, Joe?
Nav" returned Manning, grinning
sheepishly, don't want any. governor"
And he hurriedly slouched out. Kay
| ton sent for Leishmann and gave hin
some particular instructions in connec-
tion with the last page OF the dicto
graph report and the specimen Of Mrs
Martins signature as Nellie Marsh thai
he had in his desk.
Look here he said, II want you t.
type in above the name-there! you see
as II It were the final page of her con
fession-the usual thing before notary
public. and have two of the boys sgr
right down here and put on couple o.
waters. Make 1t Page 9, n. NJ, state
ment'
Mr.. Colt Calls.
Yes, sir" said Leishmann and addet
| DIS lie WllnuT6".
| "Mr. Colt has come"
oh" Kayton chuckled. Send hin
right in. and make reservations on tn
Twentieth Century for Manning and M
for Chicago tonight That Fraser case"
Mr.. Colt rolled into the room and halte,
a few feet in front of Kaytons desk
He stared at the detective and nodded hi
head, while Kayton grinned, until the lat
ter asked:
whats the matter now, Colt?"
Well" declared Colt, blowing an out
ward breath that made the chandelier
tremble, II told you So
| Predicted it, eh?" grinned Kayton
You're in the wrong department, Colt
You ought to be In the weather bureau
How the devil did you do it?" de-
manded Mr.. Colt.
"Why," replied Kayton, still smiling
II had a witness that L wanted undeI
cover, so / put her in a lodging house
and it turned out to be the place where
the counterfeiters were"
Jaw, pickles. Kayton!" snorted the he
hemoth, contemptuously 'I believe
in your luck, but l don't believe ever
you could draw straight flush to on,
card"
We'll. [ may have stacked little fol
IT," Kayton confessed. But that's thu
way 1t came"