Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-01-20
A Tale of Love, Mystery and Ad-
venture.
Written from the play Of the same name,
now being produced by Robert Hi
Hard at the Criterion theater,
New York city
Copyright 1912, by Journal American
Examiner.
By J. w. M'CoNAUGHY.
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

Finley approached What time am
TO expict the defective, sir?' he inquired
Bruce and the Girl.
Amy time. now" Bruce replied, anc
Finley withdrew with a bow.
More detectives coming, Bruce ask
ed the girl with little frown.
Yes" he replied with nod, and add
ed: "Asohe Kayton.'
"oh." said the girl doubtfully DC
you think he can do anything"
He's the greatest detective in the
country" returned Argyle. III he can't
nobody can. II we'd got him at first we
wouldn't have had the things all mud
died up the way II is now, with sus-
picion on me and Mary and-everybody,'
Miss Thompson shook her head, appar-
entity lost between hopelessness and OBJ
stinacy.
II don't believe itlI ever be found out
who killed him" she declared.
Argyle shrugged his shoulders impa-
tiently. IF Kayton finds out enough to
clear Mary that's all ] ask, he said
shortly Instantly the girls hand was
on his arm and ner eyes looked up into
his troubled face in love and sympathy
"Oh, Bruce dear she exclaimed, soft
ly, nobody believes you or Mary had
anything to do with it.
Nobody that knows us-of course!'
said Argyle. gravely, But what about
the people that read the newspapers and
don't know us? How is Mary?"
She's wonderful" breathed the girl.
"The way she keeps up ia go out OF
my mind! But she's so strange, Bruce.
She hasn't said a word about your ia
Their since l came. She simply won't
speak of IT."
Bruce nodded, staring thoughtfully
straight out before him.
"Mary's always like that he said.
she never talks about the things that
are way down in her The old man
knew it, And he liked her for IT, / guess.
He could quarrel with me-but he could
never get a rise out of Mary. She just
simply kept quiet and-got her own way
with him He never forgave me for re-
fusing to marry her, but he never quar-
relied with her for refusing to marry
me-"
The girl vehemently possessed herself
OF his hand. Tin glad she refused she
whispered Bruce slipped his arm about
his sweetheart's waist and kissed the top
OF her head.
"She understood about you, Man. he
said, gently, from the first. And she
was doing everything she could to help
as with him II he'd lived, she'd have
brought him around. He probably cared
more for her than for anything else In
the world It's been that way ever since
she was a little girl-ever since she came
here to live" He broke off and drew
away from the girl as a woman of about
40, breathing audibly and plainly very
nervous and excited. sort OF swarmed into
the library She was a highly respecta-
BILE, If not highly intellectual, woman
whom the elder Argyle had retained as q
companion to his adopted daughter,
Good morning, Bruce" she painted,
busting over TO window and closing it
violently, II didn't know you were here
Finley tells me that Nman-that detective
-Kayton is coming"
Yes" nodded Bruce. Mrs. wyatt
rolled her eyes. She was evidently in a
chronic condition of excitement over
something that was likely to happen.
Il think you're perfectly right" she