Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1913-06-14

that l don't want to do anything or
ask anything that win distress you.
But a murder has been committed,
and II / am going to clear up these
suspicious must have the co-opera-
ton Of everybody In the house and es-
pecially you"
Eyes, yes!" exclaimed the girl, with
a pathetic eagerness that stirred the
man beneath the experts professional
exterior II want to do everything
anything can"
He nodded and smiled gratefully.
"Now. let's see," he began in the
friendliest tone. where were you
born"
''In San Francisco" replied Miss
Mazuret. She began TO feel strangely
at home with this masterful stranger.
"Do you remember your motherr
"No" She shook her head. Il don't
remember either my father or my
mother very well. was too young
when they died"
"And you have no relativesY'
There was a moving quality Of sym
pathy in the gentle voice.
"None that ever heard Of"
"There Is no one who would Inherit
this money from you or have any 9TH
er reason for wishing you to get itT'
"oh, nov' gasped the girl, horrihed
at the thought
did Mr., Argyle ever object to your
intimacy with any friends?"
"Why," said the girl wonderingly,
"our life was so retired I met hardly
any one."
"No man wished to marry youT
"0h, mo-" was the quick reply. And
Kayton vaguely wondered why he
should have felt sense OF personal
relief. "Mr, Argyle wanted Bruce to-
to-" she went on with hesitation, "but
we couldn't. That was impossible.
We were like brother and sister"
The great detective nodded with un-
necessary conviction and remarked:
"Then you have no reason for sus-
pecting any one2"
This question was accompanied by
an unusually keen gaze The girl
trembled violently and put her hand
kerchlef to her lips.
"oh, no, mo-" she gasped. Then she
stared Wildly about, rose to her feet
and burst into hysterleal sObs. Kayton
was beside her In an instant.
''What Is it-what's the matterY" he
demanded, and felt an impulse to put
his arm about her as Bruce had done.
~ don't know-I"-- sobbed the girl,
her face buried In her hands-."I don't
seem to be able-to control myself
any longer"
Kayton touched a slender arm with
clumsy sollcitude.
"Walt-walt moment he urged
her kindly.
ITS horrible" sobbed the mufied
voice ITS all so HORRIBLE! It's worse
down hereI can't help thinking OF
hlm--on the fioor-thls floor.
Wont you try to put 1t out Of your
mind" begged Kayton. II want to
help you"
Tho girl struggled bravely for sell
control and lowered her hands, disclos-
Ing lovely, tear stained face.
"Yes, | know that" she said tremu-
lously, dartIng him look. II haven't
been like this before. haven't talked
about 1t to any one--I couldn't! I've
tried to keep from reading the papers.
but had to- read them all, and
they're getting worse about me every
day until It seemed as II the whole
city How Is II possible they can
make It all so probableT she cried
plteously the tears streaming un-
checked down her face "Shall have
to 90 through Il triaT'
"Oh, think not" he said reassur-
ingly. "We'll hardly let that happen.
Now, tell me-" he went on with gentle
iuslstence, you went to your room
rather early that nlght2 About 9;30r'
"Ye-es." The word came out uncer-
talnly. but the storm was evidently
over Kayton, with almost womanly
kindness, placed her In her chair again
and sat beside her,
Leaving Mr.. Argyle and his son
aloneT he went on encouragngly,
YES"
"You heard the son go7"
Eyes"
"You saw him goT'
A pause and more slowly, "Yes,"
very slowly as II to be sure Of each