The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-06
CHAPTER ".
The Adopted Dauehte

The Adopted Daughter. 6N O the uninitiated Manning's ac-
 tons in following out this or
 der would have been fraught
 with mystery. He pushed the table over to the window and tilted it on it's side, adjusting and readjusting it until the light struck it's polished surface at just the right angle Then he produced a small but powerful camera, part of the contents of a small black hand satchel that he had drop ped near the door and proceeded to take a number of photographs. He was arming his chief with an infalli- ble means of identification.
 You probably know that while our finger tips, with their countless fine concentric circles and ovals and sweeping lines, all appear about the same, no two are identical. In the various police bureaus of the civilized nations there are now thousands of the tmprints of the finger. prints of con yicted men, and thousands are added yearly. Yet of ali that vast number no two are alike.
 When made accidentally, on furniture or glass, for instance, these marks are pra cticaI1y invisible to the naked eye, but when the suspected object is treated to a bath of fine light dust they come out all a dull gray against the back ground and may be photographed and make an everlasting record.
 While Manning was busily absorbed in this work his chiefs mind was busi- ly digesting and arranging what little he had learned thus far. But present ly he was interrupted by the bustling entrance of Mrs. Wyatt
 ''Mr Kayton?' demanded the lady, panting a little harder than usual, as she confronted the famous detective. ''Is there anything you want to ask me?'
 ''Yes, r'- began Kayton, with a rush, but the voluble lady was not to be headed off.
 ''I wasn't here when it happened, you know" she bubbled. FtI mean to say don't know any more about it than you do, but I suppose you know great deal" She beamed upon him. You don't look at all like a detective, MT. Kayton. Do you know what I mean?'
 Tn spite of his impatience Kayton smiled and bowed.
 Mrs Wyatt,'' he asked, '@hen did MT. Argyle adopt Miss AIazuret?"
 ''Mary?" exclaimed Mrs. Wyatt, open ing her eyes. 'EWhy, I don't know. She was just little thing. don't be lieve she was more than six, but real Hy don't know much about it. I mean to say wasn't there. It was in San Francisco, you know. MT. Argyle and MT. Mazuret were the dearest friends"
 What was MT. Mazuret's full name?'
 Mrs. Wyatt bit her lips and rolled her eyes in the effort of recollection, holding her breath the while, with the result that her reply was sort of ex- plosion.
 'I think 1t was John-yes, I know it was. It was John.''
 What became of her mother?'' in quired Kayton.
 ''Oh, she died there.''
 ''In San Francisco?'
 ''Yes," nodded Mrs. Wyatt. CT really don't know much about her. Her maiden name was Marsh - Nellie Marsh. That's all I can tell you I really don't know how I remember that As I said, never heard much about the mother except that there was some scandal about her"
 Kayton concealed a keen and eager interest under an assumption of the mild curiosity of an idle gossip.
 ''Scandal?' he replied. 'In what way?"
 'T really can't say.'' replied Mrs. Wyatt ''N1r. Argyle never could be persuaded to talk about her. It was entirely on account of Mr. Mazuret thas he became interested in Nary
 Gro be Continued)