The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-13
Copyright. Islz. hy Journal -A.a-rie.n Examines.

train back"
 sI'll see you the day after tomor- row, then,'' said the lawyer with a nod of farewell as he walked slowly, out.
 ssYes, do," said Kayton.
 The detective buttoned his overcoat, ran his eye about the room again as if to make sure he had overlooked nothing and then turned to his assist ant with a brief command:
 tJoe, trail Hurley"
 Manning was not an easily surpris- ed young man, but now his jaw almost dropped with amazement.
 'swh-a-t!' he exclaimed Hurley ?''
 Kayton chewed his cigar, and an amused gleam came to the corners of his eyes as he surveyed his assistant.
 Haven't you been listening to hirn?" he asked.
 'sNo, not particularly" Manning ad- mitted
 "WeIl, you should have,'' comment ed his chief grimly. That's your business. He's way off from normal. When a man says Now I'll tell you about that it's one safe bet he's lying. Trail himy'
 Ten seconds later the lawyer had an aver invisible but ever present shadow.
 Contrary to the copy book wisdom on the subject, swift action is not a habit. Persons who habitually hurry are merely fussy. They seldom accom- plish much beyond an appearance of activity which is decefvfng to the un- versed, and they also succeed in get ting real workmen nervous and irrf- tated. Such people are worse than x7cn iT1 Q a--3ei i5 +kA %rsrT1- pered man who conserves his energy and never hurries until 1t is absolute Iy necessary, who delivers the swift thunderbolts of action that dazzle the world.
 And Kayton's specially was conserv- ing and concentrating his energies. When he returned from Pittsburgh he did not know who had killed MT. Argyle. He strongly suspected that MT. Hurley knew more than he was telling, and his plans had been laid with g view to eliminating the lawyer or fastening guilt upon him. He did not know which would result. He was not guessing. He had not made up his mind that the lawyer was in l the mesh of the true crime. So he had to make certain just where this figure stood in the game before he could proceed along new lines with certainty.
 He was expected at his office the sec l ond morning after his departure for Pittsburgh, and the newspapers con I frmed the report of his return. They confirmed it by telling in seven column headlines what he had done in Pitts burgh.
 Leischmann, the manager, and Nash, 1 a veteran aid of the great detective, who was allowed all sorts of priv ileges, were awaiting him in the pri- vate office and discussing the news from Pittsburgh when Kayton arrived
 The chief carried a little grip zaAd also some few signs of two successive nights in a sleeping car, but he seemed as calmly energetic as ever.
 "HeIlo, boys" he said, with a nod. l Morning, governor" responded his aids. Kayton stripped off overcoat l and gloves, hung his hat and turned to his desk, rubbing his hands to get the morning chill out of the fingers.
 ssIs Cartwright out there?'' he in- | quired without further formality.
 E'Yes"
 ''Send him in."
 Leischmann disappeared and there came presently into the office a man l of about forty who might have been cashier of reliable bank. He was well dressed. His face was round and honest. His eyes were bright and his speech and gaze were direct and straightforward.
 Good morning, governor" he said 1 pleasantly. but respectfully.
 "Good morning, Cartwright return l ed his chief, looking up with a cheerful smile. ''TeIl mes about this report on 1 the Argyle case" His hand fell on 8 mass of typewriter manuscript.
 'Well, we've run out all the inside servants" said Cartwright, t'and the | cook and the chauffeur. Nothing | wrong there at all. We've found the policeman that was on the beat. He has nothing. We looked up some of l the discharged servants-a coachman. 1 Nothing to that.'
 "AH right. That's al1,'' he nodded, and Cartwright withdrew.
 Kayton picked up the receiver of a desk phone. Send Joe in here,'s he ordered, and presently Manning walk | ed in with q broad red scratch like a