The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-12

hands and swayed in a paroxysm of grief, He stood, hard aNd accusing, and made no move to soothe her.
 'Oh-I don't know-I don't know" she sobbed. 'I'm afraid I'm losing my mind! 1t doesn't seem possible-that your father was killed! But he vas he wasr'
 Argyle waved his clinched fists wild Iy above his head. And at that mo ment Kayton slipped quietly into the room.
 Come in, come in, MT. Kaytonr' roared the young man in frenzy. "we've got hold of something at last to give out! She''-his finger stabbed at the girls shrinking form-"she heard me come back! That ought to satisfy the public-that ought to clear heri Give that out! I can stand 1t! didn't come backY'
 And he flung himself from the room as Miss Mazuret collapsed in a chair. But as Kayton approached she stag gered to her feet and all but fell in his arms.
 Help us, help usr' she fmplored feverishly. Don't say he came back here! I was wrong-I am sure was! He says he didn't come! Please don't tell any onei What have done? What have done2'
 Kayton took a firm grip on the slen- der shoulders with his two strong hands, strengthened the girls cling1ng form and gazed into her face gravely, but kindly.
 ''I want you to pull yourself togeth- er,'' he ordered in tone of authority. ''I'm going to need you-rm counting on you. We need-youF' H0f can't F @4uStrs I110anNN the girl.
 "Yes. you canr he interrupted grim ly. You're rot that sort of girl. You want to clear him, don't you, as much as he wants to clear your ''Oh, yes, yes! Oh, D.
 well then, that's all T1ghtI'' he de- clared heartily, giving the shoulders a rather vigorous pat as he released | them. You go to your room. I'll let you know when need you" 1 He turned abruptly away as if to in- 1 dicate that the matter was closed for the present, and Miss Mazuret dragged herself slowly, uncertainty to the door. 1 Just before she passed out he called her by name, and she turned miserably l toward him. He walked up swiftly 1 and again placed his hands on her shoulders.
 Before you go,'' he said gravely, ''1 want you to promise me that you won't worry any more. I can't say definitely ] as yet who is responsible for all this, I but can tell you this much-I know that neither you nor Bruce had sny- thing to do with it.'' It is given to few, men to win, with few mere words, the reward in over l whelming joy and gratitude that leap ed to the eyes of the miserable girl l You dor' she gasped incredulously.
 He nodded slowly and smiled CT do.'
 aoh, ohr' There was rush of sobs. Thank you, MT. Kayton.''
 And she was gone When Manning returned some minutes later he found his chief staring vacantly up the de serted hall. He coughed and gained no attention.
 "Hmr' he repeated a little more loudly. Have you got anything yet can work on. governor?'
 Kayton came back to his job. with start
 ''wh-whatr' he demanded. with a
 q say" repeated Manning deliber- ately, have you got anything can work on?''
 ''Yes,p replied Kayton, with a swift l up Wilkie, Joe." "Chief wilkie. Washington ex- claimed Manning in surprise.
 'fYes,'' snapped his chief sharply. 'sDid you think the secret service had moved? e4O0 Main.''
 While Manning was deep in sub dued but heated argument with the long distance operator Kayton busted himself with the finger prints.
 Did you get the woman's thumb | prints under the edge here, Joe?" he called out.
 tfYes, sir," replied the young man, with his hand over the mouthpiece. 'fThe right hand one came out fine perfect! Is 1t the girl?'' he added as Bis chief subjected sheet after sheet to a close scrutiny under his powerful pocket lens.
 t'No, " replied Kayton curtly.
 'Is she in the bunch?'' inquired Man ming after another minutes wait, in which he swore huently but guardedIy at the telephone company, it's works, equipment and operating staff.
 Kayton dropped the sheets of paper on the table and looked up with a queer light in his eyes.
 "Joe," he said, ''this woman came from the outside Manning whistled into the telephone and hastily clapped his hand over the mouthpiece again.
 "Geer' he gr1nted. "That's q big order. Hello! Is the chief in? MT. Kayton wants to speak to him. Here he is governor. Just minutew
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