Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-01-20
TT A uu1,lo Coco One Of the Ben DetectiCe
ne HlSyIO Nav Stories EUey Written
Tale Of Love, Mystery and Ad-
venture.
40. from, the play of the same name
"' row being produced BY Robert Hi
lard at the Criterion theater,
New York city.
downright. 1919, by Journal American
H'i' Examiner.
~ 7. w. M'CoNAUGHY.
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

,r,-roached What time am l
F.,t me, me detective SIR" he inquired.
" Bruce and the Girl.
...-. +r,ne now" Bruce replied, and
-,-,.,. withdrew with bow
.,,,rs detectives coming, Bruce? ask
w., gir1 with a little frown.
u. .yos . he replied with nod, and add
al. "Asche Kayton.
aot said the girl doubtfully DO
mink he can do anything?
4rIos the greatest detective in the
.,,-,,n returned Argyle, 'If he can't
5,. car If we'd got him at first we
r5r,t have had the things all mud
nv the way 1t is now, with sus-
..,t,, IN me and Mary and-everybody.
,,is. thompson shook her head, appar-
..,,, last between hopelessness and OBJ
stnacy ..,,, - so,,na out
n,, Killed him." she declared.
,rovre shrugged his shoulders impa-
tlently If kayton finds out enough u
c,a,r Mary that's all l ask he said
shortly Instantly the girls hand was
or his arm and her eyes looked up into
Nj. troubled face in love and sympathy
"Oh Bruce. dear, she exclaimed SOFT
r., nobody believes you or Mary had
ANYTHING to do with it,
Nobody that knows us-of course.
s,fd Argyle. gravely. But what about
,be neople that read the newspapers and
f,r,r know us? How is Nary
"s,e,s wonderful" breathed the girl
..9r,s way she keeps up! I'd go out OF
nv mind, But she's so strange, Bruce
sra hasn't said word about your IA
her since I came. She simply won't
speak Of it,
arnre nodded staring thoughtfully
Straight out before him.
.lTary's always like that he said.
,sne never talks about the things that
are way down in her The old man
,.rew il And he liked her for it, 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 re-
psirg to marry her, but he never quar-
relied with her for refusing to marry
me
The girl vehemently possessed herself
Of his hand I'm 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, Nan, he
said. gently. from the first And she
was doing everything she could to help
as with him. If he'd lived, shed 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" He broke off and drew
away from the girl as a woman of about
49, breathing audibly and plainly very
nervous and excited, sort of swarmed into
'he library. She was highly respecta-
bile. if moi highly Intellectual woman
whom the elder Argyle had retained as a
companion to his adopted daughter.
Good morning, Bruce" she painted
busting over to a window and closing it
violently 81 didn't know you were here
Finley tells me that man-that detective
kdEton is coming"
Yes" nodded Bruce Mrs. Wyatt
rolled her eyes She was evidently in a
chronic condition of excitement over
something that was likely to happen.
think you're perfectly right she