The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-08
pocket magnifying glass.

'HThats possible" he muttered.
 '1 wonder what stopped him." re marked the other thoughtfully. Kay ton was holding the other envelopes up to the light one after another, in rapid succession. He grinned, and with a perfect imitation of Finley brogue replied:
 "If ye knew that an had yer supper ye could go to bed"
 Manning laughed and, fighting the table pushed it back to the center of the room and replaced cover and books.
 "I've got all these, governor" he said. Kayton nodded
 Better start now with the servants finger prints, Joe. Get both hands. What is it, Finley?''
 "%1r. Hurley's here. sir,'' said the butler from the hall door.
 "Is Miss Mazuret coming?" demand ed the detective.
 ''pm goin' to her now. sir.''
 ''Well. don't delay any longer" or dered Kayton. with a touch of stern ness. "Tell MT. Hurley to come in. Joe,'' he went on rapidly as Finley left. .'get out your pad. I want to send telegram to the San Francisco office. Put this down in cipher" Joe stood with pencil poised as his chief dic- tated:
 'E'Look up Ms. John Mazuret; maiden name, Nellie Marsh. Died in Frisco about twenty years ago. Get that off, Joe:''
 "The girls motl.er:" ventured the as- sistant.
 Yes" nodded Kqyton. q want to know about that scandal. This thing has happened through the girl some way or another"
 Fastening out, Manning passed Mir. Hurley in the doorway. The lawyer entered eagerly, stripping off his gloves and held out a hand to the fa- nous detective with a cordial smile.
 Good morning. MT. Kayton,''' he said pleasantly. I'm Mir Hurley-Mr@ Argyle's lawyer.''
 t'Yes,'' said Kayton quietly, as he shook hands. 'T'm glad to meet you"
 ''I'm glad you've come in on the case,'' returned the lawyer. in a sin cere manner that was in itself q com pliment T don't doubt you'll clear it all up for us.''
 Well. 1 hope so, Mir Hurley" said Kayton modestly This interchange O1 (OIAP14A1OAlS was tA0 uESGs LE1tl1 Ol foiIS in which each man was estimat- ing the other. and each felt in the other an antagonist. though they were on the same side.
 Mir. Hurley found chair and set tied himself comfortably for a chat. Kayton moved about the room like a restless bird dog as he talked, but oc casionaIly confronting the lawyer and fixing him with q keen gaze.
 q suppose said the latter, ''it will take some time. There are so many ways the thing might possibly have occurred
 'As, for instance?" suggested Kay ton instantly.
 MT. Hurley was a trife taken aback at this sudden challenge, but he re piled promptly enough:
 ssWells let us suppose that this crim ,inal obtained entry either by the con nivance of one of the servants or, pos sibly., one of them lost a key or in some way that the investigations have not yet disclosed. He is discovered by MT. Argyle. who threatens him with revolver and in the struggle that en- sues the murder results"
 Kayton smiles almost fmperceptibly. And how does your theory account 1DE LI0 1dCL lHdI Iu1S gle-a struggle, you'll notice. in which several blows were exchanged, iudg- ing by the marks on the face and chest-how do you account for the fact that MT. Argyle made no outcry?''
 ''His outcries may not have been heard replied the lawyer readily.
 'EVery true.'' nodded Kayton.
 +'Of course.'' continued Mir. Hurley, ''the argument against the burglar the ory is that nothing was stolen. although the burglar may have been frightened away"
 You're convinced. then. that it was a burgIar?' asked Kayton.
 Well, ah-no," confessed the lawyer with some hesitation. T was merely canvassing that idea There seems to be a lack of motive otherwise, or rather a large discrepancy between the nature of the crime and the character of the only person who might have had a motive."
 Miss Aazuret?" said Kayton in matter of fact tone
 "0h. it couldn't be Miss Mazuret!' protested the lawyer instantly. Its incredible that girl like her could be involved in thing of this sort Be sides, how was she to know that if he died at that particular moment she would be the sole heir under the will ?''
 s'Oh. the will was secret?'' inquired Kayton.
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