Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1913-07-12

you're the one person who does
know" declared Kayton grimly.
81 don't know anything about itv'
"YOu do, and you can save yourself
by telling"
Mrs. Martin gripped the table and
leaned toward him, her eyes staring
into his with the wild glare Of a
maniac.
81 don't care for myself" she cried.
81 don't care but for one thing in this
world What are you going to do
with DR.. Kreisler? What are you 60
ing to do with DR.. Kreisler?
Her voice rose passionately, but Kay
ton shook his head.
81 can't do anything for DR.. Kreis-
ler," he replied brusquely.
"You must! You shalli" screamed
the woman as the door was flung
open and Kreisler himself sprang into
the room.
"What's this? What's the matterY'
he demanded. looking quickly from
one to the other His wife stabbed at
the detective with rigid forefinger
and gulped hard before she could utter
word and her voice was a hoarse
rattle.
This man is Kayton, He has trap
ped u.s.
The next instant the door was shut
and locked, and Kreisler advanced into
the room, saying softly:
Quietly, my dear, quietly. He also
is in the trap. Now" his mouth set
grimly. what is it?"
Kayton felt quick thrill of admira-
tion-the respect for courage that a
brave man always feels wherever he
meets it.
"Dr. Kreisler," he replied almost
/ cOurteously, your wife is implicated
with you and others in this counter
felting. have offered her chance
to save herself If she will tell who
committed the Argyle murder. She
Not 90 much as an eyelid tilckered In
the Germans colorless face as he in
terrupted quietly:
"She knows nothing about it, How
should she?'
"She knows everything about it." re-
torted Kayton.
"Friedrich!" cried his wife frantlcal-
ly. Cant you do something?"
With the speed and smoOthness Of a
sleight Of hand expert in a delicate
demonstration the counterfeiter's hand
went to his hip pocket.
81 could kill him." he said quietly,
as If trying to make up his mind. Kay
ton, who carried his soft dark hat in
his right hand. let it fall to the floor
and disclosed a small automatic pistol
mo" gasped the woman, selling her
husbands arm.
With low moan Miss Mazuret, who
had shrunk back against the mantel
and watched the scene with staring
frightened eyes, sank unconscious on
to the old oak bench.
"Your daughter" exclaimed Kayton
In new tone. "She's fainted!"
And for the first time in his life
Kayton lost control Of the situation in
vital crisis. Forgotten was the mur
der, the counterfeiters, his reputation
his ife-everythlng-as he bent oveI
the pale faced girl.
Mrs. Martin seized Kreisler's arm.
"He knows" she gasped, HE knows
she's my daughter"
Kayton threw back his head and
Strengthened up.
"Do you think I'd have sent her
here II you weren't her mother?" he
snarled savagely. "YOu ought to have
gone when | told you to- Good God
Haven't you any feeling for her at ALI
| might have known ! couldn't trust
her to woman who left her when she
was n baby for man like Krelslerw
He had apparently lost all sense OF
the terrible situation save in so far as
the girls name might he smirched
with a woman's quick intuition Mrs
Martin saw and her face lit with q
fierce Joy.
"Frledrlchv she cried. in a shrlll
voice. We've got hlmF'
The Germans burning. steady eyes
had never left the detectives face. bui
his right hand had made the trip 4