New Ulm review., 1913-07-16

asked the girl. with little 1rOWD.
YES" be replied, with nod, and
added: "Asche Kayton."
"Oh." said the girl doubtfully. do
you think he can do apything?'
"He's the greatest detective in the
country" returped Argyle 8 III he
can't, nobody can. II we'd got him at
l,rst We wouldn't have had the thing
al muddled up the way It = now, with
suspicion on me and Mary and-every-
BODY s,
Nis, Thompson shook her head, ap-
parently lost between hopelessness and
obstinacy.
i don't believe it'll ever be found
out Who killed him." she declared.
Argyle shrugged his shoulders impa-
tientIS. III Kayton nnds out enough TO
clear Mary that,s all = ask" be said
shortly. Instantly the giEl's. hand was
on bis 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 course"
said Argyle gravely. But what about
the people that read the newspapers
and don't know US? How is Mary?"
.'She's wonderfulv' breathed the girl.
'The way she keeps up! I'D 60 out Of
my mind! But she's SO strange, Bruce.
She hasn't said word about your
father since l came. She simply won't
speak Of it." "
Bruce nodded, staring thoughtfully
straight out before him.
"Mary's always like that" he said.
"She never talks about the things that
are way deep down in her. The old
man knew it. And he liked her for 1t,
l guess. He could quarrel with me, but
| he could never get 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 vehemently possessed herself
Of his hand. "Im glad she refused"
she whispered. Bruce slipped his arm
about his sweetheart's waist and kissed
the top Of her head.
"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 little girl-ever
since she came here to live" ..E.
| He broke of and drew away from
the girl as woman of about forty-hve,
breathing audibly and plainly very ner-
vous and excited, sort Of swarmed into
the library. She was highly respect
able, if not highly intellectual, woman
whom the elder Argyle had retained as
a companion to his adopted daughter.
Good morning, Bruce" she painted,
bustling over to window and closing
it violently. Il didn't know you were
here. Finley tells me that man-that
detective-Kayton is coming"
YES" nodded Bruce. Mrs. Wyatt
rolled her eyes. She was evidently in
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something that had happened or in agi-
tation over something that was likely
to happen.
Il think you're perfectly right" she
declared, tanning herself with maya
zine. II mean to say those police de-
tectives aren't getting anywhere. Here
it's a whole week and we don't know
any more than we did at first"
well, this Kayton is a wonder"
said Bruce, preparing to leave. He'll
find some clew that all the other de-
tectives have missed. I've got to go
now. Nan. The lawyers have sent for
me. I'll be right back
Mrs. Wyatt sighed gustily and gazed
about her as Bruce disappeared.
You know. Miss Thompson" she
said, this has been my home for twen-
ty years, ever since Mary was taken
into the family, but it never will be
again. l mean to say I never could
feel at home in house where there'd
been a murder. I suppose Pm peculiar,
but l never-but it doesn't make any
difference whether the room is opened
or locked up. can't go by without
feeling it. Do you understand what I
mean? I suppose" another sigh-"1
suppose Mary'll sell the place. Have
you heard anything about it?"
"Oh. nov' exclaimed the girl hastily.
"Well!" Mrs. Wyatt pursed her lips
and breathed even more rapidly.
What do you think Of the will?"
Miss Thompson looked uncomfort-
able. Il think it's very unjust, Of
| course" she replied reluctantly. Mrs.
Wyatt shook her head darkly.
Mr.. Argyle was a very strange man.
I don't want to say anything disagree
able about the dead, but it's certainly
hard to understand how a man could
cut his own son off without cent and
leave fortune to girl who is in no
way related to him."
Il don't believe Mary will let the
will stand" interposed Miss Thomp-
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