Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-12
The Argyle Case On: s,;i., III z Be" w 2c';0e
By J. w. M'CoNAUGHY

=. NiSN HeT d cndnCe to save her
SELL II she will tell who committed the
Argyle murder. She"
Not SO much as an eyelid fickered in
the Germans colorless face as he in
terrupted quietly
She knows nothing about it. How
should she?"
She knows everything about It." re-
tcrted Kayton
Frledrich!' cried his wife, frantically,
cant you 60 something's"
with the speed and smoothness of a
SIeIght- f-hand expert in a delicate dem
ohstratlon the counterfeiter's hand went
10 ms hip pocket, but there il stopped.
i could kill him." lie said, quietly, as
( II trying to make up his mind. Kayton
who carried his soft dark hat in his right
nand' let it fall to the floor and dis
closed a small automatic pistol
mo. sasped the woman, Selling her
! nus bands arm.
WIN a low moan, Miss Mazuret whC
mad shrunk back against the mantel and
watched the scene with staring, fright
ened eyes, sank unconscious on to the
old oak bench.
Your daughter exclaimed Kayton,
in new tone. She tainted"
And for the first time in his life Kay.
ton lost control Of the situation in a
| vital crisis. Forgotten was the murder
the counterfeiters, his reputation, his life
| -everything-as he bent over the pale
| faced girl
Mrs. Martin seized Krelsler'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
| If 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 all? l might have
known l couldn't trust her to a woman
who left her when she was a baby for
| a man like Kreislerl''
| He had apparently lost all sense of the
| terrible situation save in so far as the
girls name might be smirched. With a
womans quick tuition Mrs. Martin saw,
and her face lit with fierce joy.
We've Got Him."
Friedrich" she cried, in a shrill voice
| We've got him.
The Germans burning, steady eyes had
never left the detectives face, but his
right hand had made the trip it started
| before-but this time it had fulfilled its
Mrs. Martins skirt.
What do you mean?" he growled.
He's in love with her!'
Her finger pointed to the scene across
| the room and Kayton WINGED as if the
hand had thrown spear at him.
Whatever you do to me!' cried the
woman triumphantly you'll do to her!
She's my daughter and I'll claim herr!
Kayton's eyelids narrowed and he grit
ted his teeth.
You're rotten pairl'' he said slowly.
But the woman was all but hysterical
i've got her out of my life until now
and you brought her into it!' she cried
From now on she'll get what | get"
you can't drag her so low that l won't
drag back!' declared Kayton. in a low
tense voice. She's accused of this muir
der and the only way | can clear her is
by showing you up"
At the word Kreislers right hand dart
ed up. Kaytons lip curled and he tossed
his revolver across the floor. He was a
| brave man, like Kreisler.
go ahead" he exclaimed contemptu-
ously, walking almost up to the muzzle OF
| the revolver that was held in a hand as
steady as the cool mind behind It,
"Shoot.-and she'll hang for it," He
pointed to the woman that still chung to
! Kresler's left arm. And my boys will
kill you and your gang like rats in a trap
! The house is surrounded-there' a dicto-
graph in that window. My men hear
| every word we say. l have only to speak
an order to have it obeyed. The moment
you threatened to kill me they started tc
raid the house"
| AS if in instant proof of his words
| even while the white crease in Kreisler' s
! forefinger showed the pressure on the
trigger, the buzzer above the doorway
buried out it's warning.
Slowly the finger relaxed, and the arm
| came down to his side. His eyes turned
to the woman's face with an expression
that in its very calmness struck despair
and agony to her soul.
| ut has come" he said simply.
put up your handsr' snapped Kayton
Kreiser glanced at him indifferently and
| found himself facing the steel circle OF
the muzzle of a second revolver Then
| his eyes came back to the woman. His
| look at Kayton and the revolver was nc
more than that we give a stranger on
| the street.
Put up your hands!' repeated Kayton
warningly.
|
woman's dark forehead, gently olsen
gagged his arm, and, leaving her standing
rigid with eyes closed turned his back or
Kayton and walked slowly to the door
Here he suddenly threw up one hand, moi
! both hands; there was a sharp report
and Friedrich Kresler had accepted de-
! feat in his warfare with society.
With a low moan the woman dropped
across his lifeless body. Kayton bent
over the girl for an instant and turned
his head as if speaking TO some one over
/ his shoulder:
/ Joe, call a cab.
| There were columns about it in the
morning papers, but no astute reporter
saw any connection between the ''un-
earthing OF the most gigantic counter
feiting plot in history" and the Argyle
murder. None knew that Miss Mazuret
had been in the house Gage, Skidd anC
Mrs. Martin were incommunicado, the
latter too numb and dazed to talk ever
if she could have been approached. AS 8
! special favor to Kayton she was held I'M
der his orders to be taken to his office
when wanted in the morning.
kayton appeared as fresh and clean
raven and Immaculate as was his wont
e heard the final report of the nights