The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-21
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 Kayton smiled Let's start a little rumble, for him, Joe" he said, picking up the telephone receiver. "Get me Hurley. We've got to find out who this Hurley is, Joe, and get his rec ord.''
 He ran over some typewritten pages that Lseischmann dropped noiselessly at his elbow and grinned-
 'Huriey's got us sized up in fine shape,7 he remarked, giancing down sideways. According to him, I'm 8 pinhead-"
 'eHe has great sense of humOr, gov ernor," Manning assured him solemn Iy. "He laughed so hard last night that he nearly split the dictograph."
 Kayton laughed and then suddenly frowned for silence.
 Hello, MT. Hurley,'' he said cheerful ly into the phone. "I think I've ob- tained a clew on your Argyle case. Drop in and see me this morning, can you? Yes, I'd like to consult you. It's too confidential for the telephone. All right Thanks
 He hung up the receiver; laughing silently.
 ''Joe, go to the hotel and get Miss AIazuret,'' he said. quickly. Don't go to the desk. Go to the telephone girl she's all right-and send my name up. Get her1out without attracting any at tention, and bring her right down here"
 ~AlI right, governori7 said Manning, and he hurriedly slouched out Kay ton sent for Leischmann and gave him some particular instructions in. connec- ton with the last page of the, dicto- graph report and the specimen of Mrs. Martins signature as Nellie Marsh that he had in his desk.
 Look here,' he said, "I want you to type in above the name-therei you seeAaS if it were the final page of her con6ession-the usual thing before a notary public, and have two of the boys sign right down here and put on a couple of waters. Make it Page g, ". M. statement g
 @eYes, .sir,". said Leischmann and add ed as he withdrew, t'Mr. Colt has come"
 ~Oh!'s Kayton chuck1ed- 'tSee if he has Mrs Martin with him. If he has send her in, and tell him I'll see him later"
 Unconsc1ously Kayton drew himself together, and his muscles stiffened as fhe-door of the outer office opeAed, and Mrs. Martin walked into the sanctum. She had dressed herself with care that only accentuated the ghastliness of her appearance-the flshy vhiteness of her face and the madness of anguish in her dark eyes. Slowly and delib- erately as an automaton, she advanced to the desk, her eyes fixed with deadly intensity on Kayten's impassive face.
 "GodP' she exclaimed at last in a low, passionate voice, in which utter hate and utter despair were strangely Blended God, wish I'd let him kill you!"
 Kayton met her terrible eye$ as calmly as if she had wished him a pleasant good morning
 'FWhat good would that have done?'' he asked quickly. elf I hadn't caught him some one else would You were playing a game that you couldn't win. You knew that. You said so. You told him last night that every prison in the world was waiting for him.''
 The woman turned away with a groan and sank weakly into a chair He's deadi He's deadi' she moaned.
 There was nothing for him to do but kill himself" said Kayton, as quietly as before why, he Killed himself when he went into this thing. The government would never have let him out. He'd have been buried alive"
 Mrs Martin choked and shook her head wildly. as if struggling for breath.
 "Oh.s' she cried distractedly, "let me alone-let me alonep'
 Kayton gave her look of pity. q would if I could. Mrs. Martin he said gently, with unmistakable sincerity. i've had to make you a good deal of trouble I'd like to give you a little help now, if I can.''
 He paused a moment and studied the worn face before him.
 'I can clear you of the charge against you in the counterfeiting case,' he went on &n the same quiet matter of fact way. but I want you to tell me everything-al that you know of the Argyle case''
 Mrs Martin drew in her breath with g gasp. leaned forward end gripped the edge of the desk with both hands.