The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-22
Continusd1 CHAPTER XIV.
The Case Is cIeaned-up.

The Case Is Cieaned-Up. AVIATION Iaughed-a short, un- ]. pleasant laug19-and stepped R qufckaysto the anteroom door.
 'sAI<z. Martin, he called, "Iyl have drosblesyou- come in here agalR.4
 In eeedfeRcese to the summons the, woman slowly entered Che office and .paRzedzw qshe saw Hurley Before they could more than exchange ghnces Kay tunssa Id Sabruptiys
 'sNGrs- MarrEa. MT. Hurley has just sa1d that lzeu. szz1urderea MT. Argyle fin an attemptsko obfain money From him.
 ~WhAtE" she gasped, and Hurley wfnced for stAes first dme before her blaztng%eye& You, ;youl'' Then she pointed her sfhgere at him and turned tOPKAyepnA
 .sTte a Iie,''- she said with quiet in- tensfty. s'He killed himf'
 teI belfeFeEyour' exclaimed Kaytoa, with q grim shearfiaess and a passing gleam ofstrfumph in his gray eyes,
 But MT. sHuEey1waS not beaten yet
 sEAf. KaytoIia'' he said contenptu- ous1y. tthere's nothing whatever to connect me with the murder, and you Know it.
 -tOh, yes, there .isF' Kay4en contra dfcted Ehfzn and there was~a new and nasty ring in -his voice. ''There are several things. You Acame to my of flee to ask about that IN. M.' personal and then immedfatetytt ttipped of Mrs. Martin
 %tAH in my professional capacity, g de- clared the lawyer dogged1y.
 "As a counterfe1ter2" inquired Kay ton, with light scorn4
 asAs a IaWyprs1
 Kayton leaned toward elfm and his eyes snapped
 It was as a lawyer. then. that you advised K<efsler lRst<nisatsto cease the practice of his profession until condf-, tions were sefer-fer coanterfe1t1ng?''
 The last -vest1ge of color left the mans face. and SKaytonz could see that his forehead was moist. t'I don't recollect having given any a -uch advice" he declarea. He tried to maintain the contemptuous note, but there was q sudden yhoarseness that he could not; control.
 "I was afraid you wouEdnst,'' said , Kayton grdmIy. picking.up the sheaf of fypeEritten dictograpllz notes. That's Fhy reminded you- He glanced at Pne of the pages. "It was as a law yer, I suppose, that you exclaimed, This is plantr when you heard that j ! had put Miss Mazuret in the house? l As a lawyer, you laughed and said, 50 he's using us to throw the real crim- Hnals off their guard? As a lawyer, you Concealed from me that Mrs. Mar tin had a claim on MT. Argyle. Asa lawyer, you persuaded her to go to MT Argyle the night of his death to use her influence for your own purposesr'
 MT. Hurley wiped his forehead with his handkerchief and crushed it in his hand
 You can't bIun me with any frame up story of this, sorts he rasped out in I a hoarse voice. 5
 Kayton gazed at him moment and then dropped the papers on the desk. I
 Well, Hurley he said disgustedly, 'eyou can go to the devil your own way. If you haven't sense enough to see I that it's better to make clean breast of it and stand for a charge of man slaughter you can go to the chair as a counterfeiting crook that tried to blackmaiI an old man and murdered him when he rounded on youI You're. under arrest, and the charge is murder in the first degTeey' He picked up the telephone as Hurley made gesture to restrain him. AAlls right, Leisch,'' he said.
 Just a minute MT Kayton!'
 @sYou're just a minute too late,'' re- torted the detective. 'Here, boys,' he went on, as a couple of his men ap- peared at the door. 'aTake this fellow away with you"
 The next instant the handcuffs were on his wrists and the officers were searching his pockets But he hardly noticed them. His face had suddenly grown haggard, his eyes dull with de ErHfr
 Before God, Kayton!" he began, de- spairingiy, "I tell you it was an acci- dent! He'd gone into that counter fefting, and all of a sudden he shifted and threatened to show me up took her there to use her influence to try to square it, and he tried to shoot mer'
 sYou knew all along that the man Ean.t-sane.Ss cut. inezss : sKayton @merci-