The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-14


 reported death.' And this one says: IN. M left state expiration of sen Ienee. No further record here Now, you know, Colt, the man that made the plate for the Webster gang-his name is Kreislcr-did some pretty crafty work, and he hasn't been heard from since"
 Colt drew a very audible breath, and Bis big eyes gleamed.
 That's so!' he declared. By gad. That bill hooked up with Argyle and Argyle with the woman and the worn- an with the Webster gang makes noise like lockstep, don't it? I swear you've certainly got the luckY'
 "I haven't got the woman or the man, returned Kayton grimly.
 But you'd get 'em,'' ventured Colt, ''even if you didn't have the whole United States secret service turned loose to help you.'' And with a hearty handshake he left the room.
 Business of seeing the chief," he vouchsafed as he passed out.
 Kayton picked up the receiver of his desk phone.
 "Get me Tolworthy 6 Mead" he said into the mouthpiece and then, glanced up at Manning, who had en- IoE0Q
 "Joe, we've got all the rocks flying with that counterfeit, haven't we?"
 '.Yes. I was just thinking added the young man whimsically, that murder was hard on the Argyles, but it was a great thing for the govern ment."
 Kayton tried to look reprov1ng, hut he choled, and a voice on the wire saved his dignity
 It was the younger MT. Tolworthy. He informed Kayton that the quarry had risen to the lure of the fake per sonaI'' Some ten minutes before woman had called up the law office on the telephone and told MT. Tolworthy that she was Nellie Marsh. He had referred her to Kayton, and Kayton might expect call at any moment.
 There was a triumphant gleam in Kayton's eyes as he threw the re- ceiver on to the hook with a rush.
 ."Joe,' he commanded sharply, <stell the outer office if any woman comes from Tolworthy & Mead I want to see her right away
 ON. NJ. heard from, governor?' ask ed Manning eagerly.
 fFWeIl, some woman called up Fol- worthy & Mead few minutes ago.
 
 ming significantly.
 They exchanged g1ances. Exactly g said Kayton. "'He swallowed it. hook, line and sinker.''
 Manager Leischmann stepped inside the office
 "Giss Mazuret-to see you,'' he said.
 ttShow her in,'' said Kayton, in mat ter of fact fashion, but in tones that held such an undercurrent of eager ness that they caused both Manning and the manager to glance at their chief curiously.
 Nor was their curiosity lessened when, a moment later, the young lady entered the room. For Kayton, a mo- ment before the calm, collected man of action, seemed as embarrassed as a schooIboy in the girls presence
 Good norning!' he exclaimed, with rather more animation than was his won't, as she advanced with outstretch- ed hand. "Ah! How are you?''
 Good morning. the girl returned, and shook hands with him politely. Her manner was visibly constrained and he felt disproportionately hurt, when you consider that he was used to have people with constrained manners come into his office. He angri1y as- sured himself that he was perfectly at ease and to prove it inquired with some nervousness:
 -sDid you have any trouble getting down here?"
 The girl took a seat, unbidden, and Kayton swore at himself for forgetting the most natural poIiteness. But there was something in the girls manner that was unmistakably forbidding-
 ''No,' she replied coldly, looking down at a glove which she had stripped of on entering. There were some re-