The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-02


 lice Know Argyle Murderer" "Son Quarreled With Argyle Before Shoot 1ng.''
 Artists are not usually considered men of action, and that is possibly the reason that Bruce Argyle was expert encing much difficulty in gaining rec ognition as an artist He was dec1d- edly a man of act1on-lean, wiry, dark eyed and ascetic His appearance, save for the carelessness of his attire, was more that of confidential secretary to an empire builder than a dabbler in paints and canvases.
 He acted with great sw1ftnesS, as he felt there was great need. Not that he was alarmed-he felt that he was in no danger of being convicted of the murder, but he was anxious to keep his name out of unpleasant assocfa- ton with the crime for number of perfectly manifest reasons and one that was not manifest-he was en- gagged to a very charming young wo- man, Miss Nancy Thompson. The en- gagement was a secret, but he was afraid that it would leak out and Miss Thompson's name and picture would be staring at the young girl from the front pages of the newspapers.
 Within 8 few hours after the news papers had taken this tack he was in consultation with MT. Hurley. Mir. Hurley was 8 smoothly polished pro- fessional man of about forty, who maintained a handsome office, but practiced little in the courts apparently.
 Young Argyle was not satisfied with the counsel of his fathers lawyer. The latter advised ignoring the publicity that must inevitably attend the mur- der, doing all that lay within their power to aid the police and wait for results
 ''I can't wait for results!' declared Bruce. 'HThis thing is getting on my nerves and on Mary's and NancyAs. For the sake of all of US it has to be cleared up right away"
 'eWelI, I do not see that we can hurry matters any," said MT. Hurley in his most soothing professional manner.
 ''No I guess you don't" returned Bruce, a little bitterly. 'I don't either. But something has to be done"
 ''Wait, young man, waltz MT. Hur- ley advised him. 'Hrhe police will sure ly get on the right track within anoth- CT day or two"
 "The police!' snorted Argyle. ''They have been getting on the right track TOT nCdIly WOCAs anu 61A IACy AdFC done so far Is make newspaper stories that are as ridiculous as they are of fensive."
 '"The truth cannot hurt any one," mildly objected MT. Hurley.
 ,'Y@, it can, too!'' retorted Bruce. 'tIt is true that I was the last person with my father and that I can't prove that wasn't there when he was killed, and you bet that hurts like the dick ensy'
 Tt does not prove that you killed him." remarked the lawyer, ''and the burden of proof rests upon the state.' "Yes,'' broke in Bruce, with rising Bcorn. T like the idea of going on for weeks this way in the position of the 1 police not being able to prove that killed my father! I want them to prove who did it-not me to prove that didn't or anything eIsei'' Well, l suppose they are trying as hard as they can,'' said MT. Hurley. '&They seem to be busy enough"
 'Oh, yes, they're busy" Argyle laughed grimly. Every time they have a spare man around headquarters they send him up to bother me or Mary and get US to tell everything all over again. Mary is nearly distracted l suppose they'll be charging hen, with the murder in the newspapers pretty l soon, and then I'll com init a murder that won't be any mystery!'' "Now, Bruce, don't excite yourseIf,'' counseled the lawyer. But he seemed uncomfortable at the mention of Miss 1 Mazuret. ''The truth may be unpleas- ant, as you say, but it can never do any harm"
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