Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1913-07-17

"Yo' dom see no mo- oh dis niggah.
Come 'roun' heah askin' me all dem
fool questions, All get $3.50 mingled
All don know which Abs at. Hope to de
Lawd yo' all cleah out Of dis house an
leave his heah family in peace"
When Mrs. Beauregard's menacing
growl had died away in the depths Of
the hall outside Kayton's expression
instantly changed, and he looked as if
he had never smiled in his life.
81 want to see Miss Mazuret," he
said to Finley.
Miss Mary, sir?" returned the but
Ter, visibly disturbed. 'Is it neces-
sary? Could We not let her be-" He
was almost pleading.
"No." replied Kayton CURLY. "Will
you please go to her at once and tell
her l want to see her?"
The old mar sighed and shook his
head. 81 will. sor," he said in funereal
tones, and he slowly departed. A sec
ond later Kayton was making a swift
but minute inventory Of the contents
of the big antique desk between the
windows. Manning looked up as his
chief suppressed a low exclamation.
He was standing at the other window
with a handful Of envelopes, from one
of which he swiftly distracted some
thing.
What have you got there, COVER
nor?' inquired Manning. Kayton held
up a blank envelope.
zone of these had a new 500 bill
in it,
"In the desk?" queried his assistant
incredulously. Looks as if it had been
pretty we'll searched too" .
Kayton shrugged his shoulders and
his lip curled slightly.
eyes, joe" he said gently, "by the
police"
Manning grinned as he bent over
the little hand satchel and carefully
packed away his treasures.
"He must have been going to mail
it to somebody" he suggested at last.
Kayton was examining the find under
a pocket magnifying glass.
That's possible" he muttered.
81 wonder what stopped him." re-
marked the other thoughtfully. Kay
ton was holding the other envelopes
up to the light. one after another, in
rapid succession. He grinned, and with
a perfect imitation of Finley brogue
replied:
eff We knew that an had yer supper
We could go to bed"
Manning laughed and, righting the
table. pushed it back to the center of
the room and replaced cover and
books.
give got adj these. governor" he
said. Kayton nodded.
"Better start now with the servants
finger prints, Joe. Get both hands.
What is it. Finlcy?"
"Mr. Hurley's here, sir" said the
butler from the hall door.
SIS Miss Mazuret coming?" demand
ed the detective.
"I'm goin' to her now. sir"
swell, don't delay any longer" or
dered Kayton. with a touch of stern
ness. "Tell Mr.. Hurley to ONE in,
joe" he went on rapidly as Finley left:
"get out your pad. 1 want to send a
telegram to the San Francisco Office.
Put this down in cipher" Joe stood
with pencil poised as his chief die
tated:
"'Look up Mrs. John Mazuret;
maiden name, Nellie Marsh. Died in
Frisco about twenty years ago. Get
that off, joe"
"The girls mother?" ventured the as.
sistant.
know about that scandal. This thing
has happened through the girl some
way or another"
Fastening out, Manning passed Mr.
Hurley in the doorway. The lawyer
entered eagerly, stripping off his
gloves and held out a hand to the ia
nous detective with a cordial smile.
Good morning, MI. Kayton," he
said pleasantly. Pm Mr.. Hurley-Mr
Argyle's lawyer"
EYES," said Kayton quietly, as he
shook hands. "l'm glad to meet you
"Im glad you've come in on the
case,' returned the lawyer, in a sin,
Ccle uld1leI ludC WAS III 1CSolI Il com
pliment. 81 don't doubt you'll clear it
all up for u.s."
swell, l hope so, Mr.. Hurley said
Kayton modestly. This interchange
Of compliments was the first trial of
foils in which each mar was estimat-
ing the other, and each felt in the
other an antagonist, though they were
on the same side.
Mr.. Hurley found a chair and set
tied himself comfortably for a chat.
Kayton moved about the like a
restless bird dog as he talked, but oc-
casionally confronting the lawyer and
fixing him with a keen gaze.
81 suppose said the latter, cit will
take some time. There are so many
ways the thing might possibly have
occurred"
GAS, for instance?" suggested Kay.
ton instantly.
Mr.. Hurley was a trife taken aback
at this sudden challenge, but he re,
piled PROMPTLY enough: