Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1913-06-14


lookin'. Den An cal'late All mus dream
ed some OBJ dat noise, so l goes back to
bed an didn't heah muffin mo- till
mawnln'. An'"-she took long
breath-"if yo'll scuse me, mistah, Ahll
go right back to NAH bakln'. Yo' all
pears to fo'get dat folks gotta eat"
"All right, general" nodded Kayton,
with n smile, thinking Of one Of the
best generals in the Confederate army
who bore the name OF the old negress;
'go back to your commlssariat."
Mrs. Beauregard had started to wad.
die out, but she wheeled about in war
like fashion.
whats dat?" she demanded.
whats dat yo' call mep
Kayton laughed and waved his hand
to her. "All right, Mrs. Beauregard.
If want you again I'll send for you"
Slowly withdrawing her gaze from
his mlrthful face, as II daring him to
say anything more, the cook departed,
grumbling half aloud:
"Yo' don see no mo- OBJ dis niggah.
Come roun' heah askin' me all dem
fool questions, All get $3.50 mingled
Ah don know wheh Abs at. Hope to de
Lawd yo' all cleah out of dis house an
leave his heah family in peace"
When Mrs Beauregards menacIng
growl had died away in the depths Of
the hall outside Kayton's expression
instantly changed, and he looked as If
he had never smiled in his life.
81 want to see Miss Mazuret," he
said to Finley.
Miss Mary. slr?" returned the but
Ter, vislbly disturbed. rs it neces-
sary? Could ye not let her be?" He
was almost pleading
mo" replied Kayton curtly. "Wlll
you please go to her at once and tell
her want to see herr"
The old man sighed and shook his
head. 81 will, sor,P he said in funereal
tones, and he slowly departed. A sec
ond later Kayton was making a swift
but minute inventory Of the contents
Of the big antique desk between the
windows. Manning looked up as his
chief suppressed a low exclamation.
He was standing at the other window
with handful of'envelopes, from one
Of which he swiftly abstracted some
thing.
What have you got there, COVER
nor?" inquired Manning. Kayton held
up blank envelope.
zone OF these had a new 500 bill
in IT,"
ain the desk7" queried his assistant
lncredulously. Looks as II 1t had been
pretty well searched too"
Kayton shrugged his shoulders and
his lip curled slightly.
"Yes. joe" he said gently, "by the
police"
Manning grlnned as he bent over
the little hand satchel and carefully
packed away bis treasures.
"He must have been going to mall
It to somebody" he suggested at last,
hUlNDu WIS tAuAllhlHk lht uuh hhheA
pocket magnifylng glass.
That's possible" he muttered.
~ wonder what stopped him," re
marked the other thoughtfuly. Kay
ton was holding the other envelopes
up to the light. one after another, In
rapid succession. He grlnned. and with
perfect imitation Of Finley brogue
replied: o..
III We knew that an had yer supper
ye could go to bed"
Manning laughed and, rightng The
table. pushed Il back to the center Of
the room and replaced cover and
books
1--WE got all these, governor" he
said Kayton nodded.
Better start now with the servants
finger prints. Joe Get both hands
What Is II, Finley"
"Nlr. Hurley's here. sir" said the
/ butler from the hall door.
as Miss Mnzuret comlngT demand
ed the detective.
I'm goln' to her now, SIR"
"well. don't delay any longer" or.
dered Knyton. with a touch Of stern.
ness. "Tell Mr. Hurley to come in.
/ Joe" he went on rapidly as Finley left.
get out your pad. want to send a