Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-17
The Argyle Case o.: s e II E1 sc'' w p6t;s,Ve
By J. w. M'coNAUaHY
j. w. M'CONAUGHY.

| - tIii4C bSlOIe neT DlaZlnR eyes.
YOU You'll" Then she pointed her
finger at him and turned to Kayton
| It's a lie! she said, with quiet in
tensity He killed him.
| believe YOU" exclaimed Kayton. with
grim heartiness and a passing CLEAN
OF triumph in his gray eyes
But Mr.. Hurley was not beaten vet
| MT hayton. he said, contemptuously,
| tnere nothing whatever to connect me
with the murder and you know it."
| On yes; there isl Kayton contradict
ca hiin' and there was a new and nasty
ring i'll his voice. There are several
tnings You came to my office to ask
about that N M personal and then
Immediately tipped off Mrs Martin"
| All IN my professional capacity" de-
clared the lawyer, doggedly
| AS counterfeiter?" inquired Kavton
with light scorn.
AS a lawyer"
snapped
1T was as lawyer. then, that Won
advised Kreisler last night to cease the
| practice OF his profession until conditions
were safer-for counterfeiting?"
| The last vestige of color left the man.
face and Kayton could see that his fore
head was moist
| Il don't recollect having given any such
ADVICE, he declared He tried to main.
tain the contemptuous note but there
was sudden hoarseness that he could not
control.
1 was afraid you wouldn't" said KAY
| ton, grlmly, picking up the sheaf of
| typewriter photograph notes That's
why reminded you" He glanced at one
OF the pages. 1T was as a lawyer,
suppose, that you exclaimed. This Is A
plant! when you heard that l had put
MISS Mazuret in the house? As a law
Iyer' you laughed and said, so he's using
US to throw real criminals off their
guard! AS lawyer, you concealed from
me mat Mrs. Martin had a claim on Mr.
Argyle. AS lawyer, you persuaded her
to go to Mr. Argyle the night of his death
to use her influence for your own pur-
poses?"
Mr., Hurley wiped his forehead with his
handkerchief and crushed 1t in his hand.
! You can't bluff me with any frame-up
story of this sort"' he rasped out. In a
hoarse voice
| kayton gazed at him a moment and
then dropped the papers on the desk
We'll, Hurley" he said, disgustedly,
| you can go to hell in your own way If
you haven't sense enough to see that it's
| better to make a clean breast of il and
stand for charge of Granddaughter you
can go to the chair as a counterfeiting
crook that tried to blackmail an old
man and murdered him when he rounded
on you'll You're under arrest, and the
| charge is murder in the first degree."
| He picked up the telephone as Hurley
made gesture to restrain him "All
| right, Leish'' he said.
'She Killed Him"
| Just minute, Mr.. KaytonH'
! You're just a minute too late" re-
torted the detective. Here, boys" he
went on, as couple of his men appeared
at the door. Take this fellow away with
YOU
The next instant the handouts were on
mis- wrists and the officers were searching
his pockets. But he hardly noticed them.
! His face had suddenly grown haggard,
his eyes dull with despair.
! Mr. KaytOn, I've been trying to pro-
! tect her. he protested, his voice hoarse
| and uncertain. That's the way l got in
volved in this She killed him! I'll sign
statement
| mo, you WON'T" snapped Kayton, an
griY. mot for me! Hurley, you're the
| yellowest crook ever hunted in my life!
| You gave stuff to the papers to cast sus-
| picion on that girl and boy. You came
smelling around here trying to tip off my
| hand, and the minute you saw yourself
] caught, you turned on Mrs. Martin, tried
to sell her out You dirty cur! After
| they've had you in the electric chair
they'll have to fumigate it,
1T was elf-defense!" gasped Hurley,
now struggling in the grip of the men who
| held his arms.
1 fa thA min I
that hundred-dollar bill,' snapped Kay
ton, with apparent irrelevance.
He told me he'd destroyed that bill
stammered the stricken man. THE man
| went mad nad-and tried-to kill me
He was a pitiful sight-hunted, staring
| eyes his hair dishevelled and his voice
| rafting as If his throat were dry as his
| lips Kayton laughed but turned his eyes
| away.
| Before God, Ksyton" he began, de-
spairingly II tell you it was an accident!
He'd gone into that counterfeiting. and
| all of a sudden he shifted and threatened
to show me up. | took her there to use
her influence to try to square it, and he
tried to shoot mel
you knew all along that the man
wasn't sane!" cut in KaYton, mercilessly.
81 swear l didn't until that moment.
| And neither did she!"
The Story OF the Shooting.
Kayton eyed the foam tiecked trem-
bling lips and twitching white face with
disgust and contempt.
"Do you think he asked scornfully,
! you can tell me that Argyle would mix
himself up with lot OF matchmaking
crooks like you If he hadn't been dotty?"
I'll knew he was queer, STAN
! mered Hurley, now eager to@admit any
! thing that might bring CLEAN OF mercy
TO the hard, cold eyes that gazed into
his. "But-God. There was lot of
money In it,
Kaytons mouth shut grimly. Better
! save that defense for the jury.
But l tell you!'-the tortured mans
! voice rose almost to scream. 81 tell
YOU he'd have shot me! As soon as he
| heard who she was he pulled that gun
and | knocked il out of his hand and he
| tried to strange me l didn't want to
| hurt-him-I Just beat him off-trying To
defend myself. and the first thing we