Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-15
The Argyle Case 0G s, e E Bc 1 Ps,se,'Os
By j. W. M'coNAUGHY

~ J. w. M CONAUGHY.

the arrests. I want to help you"
me anger died out of her face and
gave way to the expression of hopeless
ness she had worn when she entered.
don want any help she said, DULY
But think ! ought to do what /
can pursued kayton, with gentle In
! slslehce. 1t is not necessary for YOU &c
go 10 prison. You have something to of
Ter the government IN exchange for elem
ehcS' II Your husband left any plates
or any formula-or any record Of hts
nie'llod-lt VIII save you II you can turn
, them up"
l won't tell you thing she cried,
naming UP again in bitter defiance.
i m not asking you to-" said Kaytor.
hastily, I'm telling you. II YOU refuse
to give up those plates, the government
Will put you where you can't use them"
i don't care! I don't care what Won
do" '''
Then. If there are not any plates.
haven't you any records of his process
that you could give up to save yourseIf?"
| don't know anything about his proc
ess and l wish to God he'd never known
ANYTHING about it, she cried, bitterly
kayton drew a quick sigh OF relief.
If that's the case" he said, there $
no need Of your going to prison as a coun-
terfelter. You're practically innocent You
can go on the stand as a states witness
ana by your testimony that these men
knew nothing of your husbands process
you can save them from long terms"
For the first time a faint CLEAN of hl-
man interest appeared in the drawn face.
Yes-yes. she agreed, YEARLY Il
can do that"
Greatly encOura ged. Kayton swiftly ap-
! preached the real crisis of the interview.
But there's something else I want to
talk TO you about" he said, in the same
quiet, matter-af-fact way. You can do
exactly the same thing in the Argyle
case"
The woman drew in her breath with q
gasp, leaned forward and gripped the edge
of the desk with both hands
'Why do you say that to me?" she
cried, eXcitedly, why do you pretend l
know anything about that"
! kaStOn, too. leaned forward. until there
was a scant eighteen inches between his
calm, cold face and her trembling, witch
ing mask
Because, after Mr. Argyle fell" he
said swiftly, dragging off the table cloth,
you were leaning forward-tust as YOU
are now-holding on to the table with
both hands!"
! And, reaching quickly over, he tapped
/ her wrists smartly-and leaned back.
! Like one in the numb horror of night
mare, Mrs. Martin slowly pulled herself
to her feet.
What" she whispered. Kayton coolly
| took some sheets of paper from the top
| drawer Of his desk and held them out for
/ her scrutiny
These are the finger prints you left on
the table that night" he said coolly
! They coincide with the ones YOU left
| here on my blotter."
She dropped heavily back into the chair
with an inarticulate moan.
This" added Kayton, slowly, with a
stern gaze, this is jury proof of compiled
| ty."
! And then for few moments it looked
as if MIR. Colt would win his wager
| Terrible as was the blow, the woman did
not yield.
"Her Life Is Ruined"
! You can't prove it," she cried hoarse-
! ly. 81 had nothing to do with it-noth-
ing!"
ITO prove that" returned Kayton cold.
| ly, you will have to confess who did
You can do what you nke.'' she broke
out wildly. II don't care! I don't care!
1t doesn't natter
1T matters to an innocent girl" de-
clared Kayton, sternly. Your daughter
life is ruined unless we can clear her
from this charge"
Her lifes ruined if you drag me into
this case," she retorted, her eyes shin
ing with savage triumph. You can't
you can't do it without uncovering every
| thing everything! You won't do it,
She sprang and faced him. IF you love
her you can't do it! Would you marry
the daughter Of a woman disgraced
! Would your
Kayton looked at her steadily for mo-
ment and then very slowly and deliber-
ately replied
| Mrs Martin. I'd marry your daughter
out OF hell If shed come to me-
The woman cholled closed her eyes
and pressed her clenched hands against
her bowed chin. For the first time tears
crept from under her eyeltds.
Continued In Next Issue.