Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-01-17

was alarmed-he felt that he was in nc
danger of being convicted of the murder
but he was anxious to keep his name out
of unpleasant association with the crime
for a number of perfectly manifest rea-
sons and one that was not manifest-he
was engaged to a very charming young
woman, Miss Nancy Thompson. The en-
| gagement was secret, but he was afraid
that it would leak out and Miss Thomp-
sons name and picture would be staring
at the young girl from the front pages OF
! the newspapers.
! Within a few hours after the newspa-
! pers had taken this tack he was in con
sultation with Mr.. Hurley. Mr. Hurley
! was a smoothly polished professional mar
of about 40, who maintained a handsome
/ office, but practiced little in the courts
apparently.
Young Argyle was not satisfied will
the counsel of his fathers lawyer Thu
latter advised ignoring the publicity tina
must inevitably attend the murder; do
ing all that lay within their power to ak
| the police and wait for results.
His Legal Advice.
Il can't wait for results" declared
Bruce This thing is getting on my
/ nerve anu OH MARY anu Manly - vi
the sake of all of us it has to be cleared
up right away"
"Well, 1 do not see that we can hurry
matters any," said Mr. Hurley in his
most soothing professional manner
! mo, guess you don't" returned
Bruce, a little bitterly. 81 didn't either
| But something has to be done"
! wait young man, wait" Mr.. Hurley
advised him. The police will surely
! get on the right track within another day
! or two"
1.-The police!" snorted Argyle They
/ have been getting on the right track fol-
/ nearly a week and all they have done
so far is make newspaper stories that are
as ridiculous as they are offensive"
THE truth can not hurt anyone" mild
/ ly objected Mr.. Hurley.
yes it can, tool, retorted Bruce, at
! is true, that ] was the last person with
my father and that I can't prove that ]
wasn't there when he was killed. and you
bet that hurts like the dickens!"
at does not prove that you killed him,
remarked the lawyer land the burden
of proof rests upon the state,
Yes" broke in Bruce, with rising
scorn. II like the idea of going on for
weeks this way in the position of the
police not being able to prove that |
killed my father! | want them to prove
whosdid it-not me to prove that l didn't
or anything else!
"Wen, | suppose they are trying as
hard as they can" said Mr. Hurley.
They seem to be busy enough"
"Oh, yes, they're busy" Argyle laughed
grimly. Every time they have a spare
man around headquarters they send him
up to bother me or Mary, and get us 10
tell everything all over again. Mary is
nearly distracted. l suppose they'll be
charging her with the murder in the
newspapers pretty soon and then I'll
commit murder that won't be any mys-
tery!"
Now, Bruce. don't excite yourself, "
counseled the lawyer. But he seemed
uncomfortable at the mention of Miss
Mazuret. The truth may be unpleasant
as you say but it can never do any
good"
More Stories Expected.
Argyle made an impatient gesture. at
can do some real harm to Mary if she
breaks down under all this-this 'unpleas-
antness." as you call it," he retorted. 81
suppose this thing of the will is bound
to be made public, and then there will be
all sorts of new and nastier stories about
the whole lot of us
at can hardly be AVOIDED" conceded
the lawyer, regretfully. 81 think myself,
that the press is allowed too much license
in this respect, but that is better than a
crippled and hampered press"
Argyle frowned at the floor and the
lawyer played with a pen and waited. AT
last the young man looked up. apparent
ly Gained by a private resolve
"Well' he said, with a grim under
current of threat in his voice, "Tl give
the police-you have so much faith in
them-a day longer and then I'll take
charge myself"
The lawyer threw him a swift, keen
glance. What are you planning to do?''
he asked.
Never mind" The young mans lips
| came together. You and your friends
the police, have had nearly a week at
| this and haven't gotten anywhere ex-
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