Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1913-06-19

ioohiu. len An cdl Ia CO An mus cream
ed some OBJ dat noise, so goes back Il
bed an didn't heah muffin mo- til
mawnin'. An "-she took Ions
breath-"if YOU scuso me, mistah, Ah'l
60 right back to nah bakin'. Yo' al
pears to fo'get dat folks gotta eat"
"All right, general nodded Kayton
with a smile, thinking of one of the
best generals In the Confederate army
who bore the name of the old negress
go back to your comndssariat"
Mrs. Beauregard had started to wad
die out, but she wheeled about In war
like fashion
whats dat?" she demanded
whats dat yo' call mer'
Kayton laughed and waved his hand
to her. Gall right, Mrs. Beauregard
If want you again I'll send for you
Slowly withdrawing her gaze from
his mirthful face as If daring him to
say anything more, the cook departed
grumbling half aloud:
"Yo' don see no mo- OBJ dis niggah
Come 'roun heah asllin' me all dem
fool questions, All get $3.50 mingled
All don know which Abs at Hope to de
Lawd yo' all cleah out Of dis house an
| leave his heah family I'm peace"
When Mrs Beauregards menaclng
growl had died away in the depths of
the hall outside Kayton's expression
instantly changed, and he looked as II
he had never smiled in his life.
II want to see Miss Mazuret," he
said to Finley.
Miss Mary, sirY' returned the but
Ter, visibly disturbed as it neces-
sary? Could We not let her be?" He
was almost pleading.
mo" replied Kayton CURLY. "Wnl
you please go TO her at once and tell
her / want to see her?'
The old man sighed and shook his
head. 81 will, sor," he said in funeral
tones, and he slowly departed. 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 low exclamation
He was standing at the other window
with handful Of envelopes, from one
Of which he swiftly distracted some
thing
What have you got there, COVER
mort" inquired Manning. Kayton held
up blank envelope.
zone of these had a new 500 bill
In It,"
GIN the deskT queried his assistant
incredulously. "Looks as If 1t had been
pretty we'll searched too"
Kayton shrugged his shoulders and
his lip curled slightly.
Eyes. Joe" he said gently, "by the
police"
the little hand satchel and carefully
packed away his treasures.
"He must have been going to mail
II to somebody" he suggested at last.
Kayton was examining the find under
a pocket magnifying glass.
That's possible" he muttered.
'T wonder what stopped him." re-
marked the other thoughtfully. Kay
ton was holding the other envelopes
up to the light. one after another, In
rapid succession. He grinned, and with
q perfect imitation Of Finley brogue
replied:
eff We knew that an had yer supper
We could go TO bed"
Manning laughed and, Fighting the
table, pushed 1t 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 it, Finley"
"Mr Hurley's here, SIR" said the
butler from the hall door.
"Is Miss Mazuret coming" demand
ed the detective.
"I'm goin' to her now, SIR"
"Well, don't delay any longer" or
dered Kayton. with 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
telegram to the San Francisco Office.
Put this down in cipher" Joe stood
with pencil poised as his chief die
tated:
LOOK up Mrs. John MaZuret;
maiden name, Nellie Marsh. Died In
Frisco about twenty years ago. Get
that Off, Joep
''The girls motherT ventured the as
sistant
YES" nodded Kayton. II want to
know about that scandal. This thing
has happened through the girl some
way or another"
Fastening out, Manning passed Mr. |
Hurley In the doorway. The lawyer |
entered eagerly, stripping off his
gloves and held out hand to the ia |
nous detective with a cordial smile.
Good morning, Mr.. Kayton," he |
said pleasantly. I'm Mr.. Hurley-Mr. |
Argyle's lawyer"
EYES," said Kayton quietly, as he |
shook hands. "Pm glad to meet you"
'T'm glad you've come in on the
case" returned the lawyer, In a sin
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