Alma record., 1913-07-10

MIN across. Expect TO take the nignt
train back"
"I'll see you the day after tOmor-
row, then" said the lawyer with q
nod Of farewell as he walked slowly
out.
"Yes, do" said Kayton.
The detective buttoned his overcoat,
ran his eye about the room again as
II to make sure he had overlooked
nothing and then turned to his assist
ant with brief command:
"Joe, trail Hurley"
Manning was not an easily surpris-
Cd young man, but now his Jaw almost
dropped with amazement.
"Wh-a-t!' he exclaimed. "Hurleyr'
Kayton chewed his cigar, and an
amused CLEAN came to the corners of
his eyes as he surveyed his assistant.
Haven't you been listening to him?"
be asked
"No, not particularly" Manning ad-
mitted
"Well, you should have" comment
ed his chief grimly. That's your
business. He's way Off from normal.
When a man says Now I'll tell you
about that it's one safe bet he's lying.
Trail him.
Ten seconds later the lawyer had an
ever invisible but ever present shadow.
Contrary to the copy book wisdom
on the subject. swift action Is not a
habit Persons who habitually hurry
are merely fussy. They seldom accom-
plish much beyond IN appearance OF
activity which Is deceiving to the un-
versed. and they also succeed In get
ting real workmen nervous and irri-
tated. Such people are worse than
useless I'm Il crisis II is the even tenn
pered man who conserves his energy
and never hurries uStil 1t Is absolute
ly necessary, who delivers the swift
thunderbOlts Of action that dazzle the
world.
And Kayton's speciality was conserv-
ing and concentra ting his energies.
When he returned from Pittsburgh
he did not know who had killed Mr..
Argyle. He strongly suspected that
Mr.. Hurley knew more than he was
telling and his plans had been laid
with a view to eliminating the lawyer
or fastening guilt upon him. He did
not know which would result. He
was not guessing. He had not made
up his mind that the lawyer was in
the mesh OF the true crime. So he had
to make certain just where this figure
stood I'm the game before he could
proceed along new lines with certainty.
He was expected at his Office the sec
ond morning after his departure for
Pittsburgh, and the newspapers con-
firmed the report of his return. They
confirmed 1t by telling In seven column
headlines what he had done In Pitts
burgh
Leischmann, the manager, and Nash,
veteran aid of the great detective,
who was allowed all sorts Of priv
ileges, were awaiting him In the pri-
vate Office and discussing the news
from Pittsburgh when Kayton arrived.
The chief carried little grip and
also some few signs of two successive
nights I'm a sleeping car, but he seemed
@ calmly energetic az ever.
"HellO, boys" he said, with a nod.
Morning. governor" responded his
aids. Kayton stripped of overcoat
and gloves, hung his hat and turned to
his desk, rubbing his hands to get the
morning chill out of the fingers.
els Cartwright out theref" be In
Quired without further formality.
Eyes"
"Send him In"
Leischmann disappeared and there
came presently into the Office a man
Of about forty who might have been
cashier of reliable bank. He was
we'll dressed His face was round and
honest His eyes were bright and his
speech and gaze were direct and
straightforward
"Good morning, governor" he said
pleasantly, but respectfully.
Good morning, Cortwright," return
Cd his chief, looking up with a cheerful
smile. Tell me about this report on
the Argyle case" His hand fell on
mass of typewriter manuscript.
"Well, we've run out all the inside
servants" said Cartwright, 'and the
cook and the chauffeur Nothing
wrong there at all. We've found the
policeman that was on the beat He
has nothing. We looked up some of
the discharged servants-a coachman.
Nothing to that"
"All right. That's ALL" he nodded.
and Cortwright withdrew.
Kayton picked up the receiver Of
desk phone. "Send Joe In here" he
ordered, and presently Manning walk
cd in with broad. red scratch like
birthmark on his cheek
Kayton grinned at him. Hello,
Joe. Marked for identincationT
Manning slowly raised both hands to
his face-one to feel tenderly Of the
wound on his cheek and the other to
carry to his teeth the apple he was
eating.
"Picked that up trailing Hurley" he
mumbled cheerily, his mouth full OF
fruit. "a fresh COP tried to follow me,