The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-05
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Young Argyle glanced about uncOm- Sortably. "Ohr' he said slowly. 'Let In all the sunlight you can, Finley. There never were windows enough here" He turned to another door that opened into the farther part of the house 'fIs this door unlocked?"
 s.Not yet, sir-''
 Bruce unlocked it. The door opened immediately into pretty sunlit morn ing room, and a soft voice hailed him from the window seat,
 Are you there, Bruce?''
 -Yes. Come in, Nan''
 In obedience to his summons there Rntered a dainty, blue eyed damsel of about twenty-two, so finely and ex- quisitely nodded that she looked like porcelain. She gave a timid glance about the interior of the room.
 Having this room opened.''
 FinleyNapproached- ssWhat time am I to expict the det1ctive, sir?' he in- quired
 Any time, now,'' Bruce replied, and Finley withdrew with bow.
 ''AGOro detectives coming, BruceT' Csked the girl, with little frown.
 -'Yes,'' he replied, with a nod, and added: -tAsche Kayton-''
 -'Oh." said the girl doubtfully. "fDo
 
 He's the greatest detective in the country returned Argyle t'f he can't, nobody can. If we'd got him at first we wouldn't have had the thing all muddled up the way it is now, with suspicion on me and Mary and-every body-''
 Miss Thompson shook her head, ap- Parently lost between hopeIessness and pbstinacy.
 q don't believe it'll ever be found out who killed him. she declared
 Argyle shrugged his shoulders tnpa- tiently. of Kayton finds Out enough to clear Mary that's all I ask" he said shortly Instantly the girls hand was on his arm and her eyes looked up into his troubled face in love and sympathy.
 .'Oh, Bruce, dear," she. exclaimed softly, nobody believes you or Mary had anything to do with it
 Nobody that knows us, of coursep' said Argyle gravely. ~But what about the people that read the newspapers and don't know us? How is Mary?''
 @4She's wonderfulr' breathed the girl. s@The way she keeps up! I'd go out of my mind! But she's so strange, Bruce. She hasn't said a word about your father since L came. She simply won't speak of it-''
 Bruce nodded, staring thoughtfully straight out before him.
 -'AIary's always like that he said. s-She never talks about the things that are way deep down &n 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 refusing to marry her, but he never quarreled with her for refusing to marry me-
 The girl vehementIy possessed herself of his hand "Pm glad she refused, ,'' she whispered Bruce slipped his arm about his sweethearfs waist and kissed the top of her head. Q
 ''She understood about you, Man," he said gently, from the first. And she was doing everything she could to help us with him. If 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 tbe girl as 9 woman of about forty-f1ye, breathing audibly and plainly very ner- vous and excited, sort of swarmed into the library She was a highly respect I able, if not highly intellectual, woman whom the elder Argyle had retained as a companion to his adopted daughter.
 Good morning, Bruce" she panted, bustling over to a window and closing 1t violently. H'I didn't know you were here Finley tells me that man-that netectfve-Kayton is coming.'
 -'Yes." nodded Bruce. Mrs. Wyatt rolled her eyes. She was evidently in R chronic condition of excitement over something that had happened or in agi- ration over something that was likely to happen
 -I think you're perfectly right" she declared flaming herself with a maga- zine T mean to say those police de fectives aren't getting anywhere Here it's a whole week and we don't know Rny more than we did at first" Well. this Kaxton is a wonder