Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1913-07-12

and he didn't eat bite. He plked
back to his room and packed his little
bag. Then he read the papers again
and unpacked it. We went down on
the Il with him, and he passed his
street, and we thought he was going
to beat it, but guess he was so wor-
ried he forgot his station. He's wait
ing In his office now with his ear to
the ground"
Kayton smiled Let's start little
rumble for him, Joe," he said, picking
up the telephone receiver. Get me
Hurley. We've got to And out who
this Hurley is, Joe, and get his rec
ord"
He ran over some typewriter pages
that Leischmann dropped noiselessly at
his elbow and grinned.
"Hurley's got US sized up in fine
shape" he remarked. glancing down
sideways. According to him, Pm
pinhead."
HE has a great sense Of humor, gov
ernor." Manning assured him solemn
ly. HE laughed so hard last night
that he nearly split the dictograpH."
Kayton laughed and then suddenly
frowned for silence.
"Hello, Mr. Hurley" he said cheerful
ly into the phone. II think I've OBJ
tanned a clew on your Argyle case.
Drop in and see me this morning. can
you? Yes, I'd like to consult you. It's
too confidential for the telephone. All
right. Thanks"
He hung up the receiver, laughing
silently.
"Joe. go to the hotel and get Miss
Mazuret." he said quickly. Don't go
to the desk. Go to the telephone girl
she's all right-and send my name up.
Get her out without attracting any at
tention, and bring her right down
here"
"All right, governor!" said Manning.
and he hurrledly slouched out. Kay
ton sent for Leischmann and gave him
some particular instructions in connec-
ton with the last page Of the dicto-
graph report and the specimen Of Mrs.
Martins signature as "Nellie Marsh"
that he had in his desk.
Look here" he said. IT want you to
type in above the name-there! you
see?--as IL it were the final page of
her COnfession-the usual thing before
notary public, and have two Of the
boys sign right down here and put on
a couple of waters. Make 1t Page o,
N. M. statement.
Eyes, sir" said Leischmann and add
ed as he withdrew. "Mr. Colt has
come"
"oh" Kayton chuckled. "See If he
has Mrs. Martin with him. If he has
send her in, and tell him I'll see him
later"
Unconsciously Kayton drew himself
together, and his muscles stiffeRed as
the door Of the outer office opened, and
Mrs. Martin walked into the sanctum.
She had dressed herself with care
that only accentuated the ghastliness
Of her appearance-the flshy whlteness
of her face and the madness Of anguish
In her dark eyes. Slowly and delib-
erately as an automaton, she advanced
to the desk. her eyes fixed with deadly
intensity on Kayton's impassive face.
"Godw she exclaimed at last in
low, passionate voice, in which utter
hate and utter despair were strangely
blended. God, wish I'd let him kill
you!"
Kayton met her terrible eyes as
calmly as If she had wished him a
pleasant good morning
"What good would that have done?"
he asked quickly. "If hadn't caught
him some one else would. You were
playing a game that you couldn't win.
You knew that. You said So You
told him last night that every prison
In the world was waiting for him."
The woman turned away with a
groan and sank weakly into chair.
Hes dead! He's dead!" she moaned.
"There was nothing for him to do
but kill himself" said Kayton, as
quietly as before. "Why, he killed
himself when he went into this thing.
The government would never have let
him out. He'd have been buried
alive"
Mrs. Martin chOked and shook her
head wildly. as If struggling for breath.
"0h," she cried dlshactedly, "let me
alone-let me alone"'
Kayton gave her look of pity. al
would II could. Mrs. Martin" he said
gently, with unmlstakable sincerity.
"I've had to make you good deal Of
trouble. I'd like to give you little
help now. If can"
He paused a moment and studied the
worn face before him
II eau clear you Of the charge against
you In the counterfeltIng case" he
went on In the same quiet matter Of
feet way, but want you to tell me
everything-all that you know Of the
Argyle case"
Mrs. Martin drew in her breath with
a gasp, leaned forward and grlpped the
edge OF the desk with both hands.
why do you say that to meT she
cried excitedly. why do you pretend
know anything about that2"
Kayton, too leaned forward until
there was a scant eighteen inches be-
tween his calm. cold face and her tram-
bling. twitching mask.
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