Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-01
One of the Besr DetectfJe
| he ArQVlc NdSC Stories EUr Written
By j. W. MCoNAUGHY.
Bv J. w. M'CoNAUGHY


| traying hasty concealed eagerness.
And for that reason continued Kay
| ton, apparently without noticing the
others manner, 1--WE used only the in
/ itials. Did you ever hear Mr.. Argyle re-
fer to Miss Marsh?"
Mr.. Hurley stroked his chin.
"Well. now, III tell you about that"
| he said refectively. when we were dis
cussing the new will we didn't get to the
| lesser legatees.'
| ooh, It's too large a sum to have been
| simply a bequest to an old servant" pro-
tested Kayton. ut runs well UP in the
thousands.
well, in that case" said Mr.. Hurley,
without interest, 1.-The person will prob
| ably be expecting to be remembered by
Mr.. Argyle and show up"
"Oh, yes" agreed Kayton. THE whole
| thing may be perfectly innocent, but to
avoid anything unpleasant for the family,
the lawyers thought they had better be
on the safe side. BY the way. Mr.. Hur-
| ley, you understand, of course, that this
| is strictly confidential"
| ooh, of course-of course" exclaimed
| the lawyer, hastily The telephone bell
rang, and as Kayton turned to the in
| strument Mr.. Hurley rose.
'Well, l won't take up any more of
| your time" he said
Going so soon? Well, come in again,
Mr. Hurley" invited the detective
| Thank you, l will declared the law
| yer. II shall be interested to hear If
there's any new development in the
| case"
"Tll keep you posted" Kayton assured
him, and with a nod Mr.. Hurley with
drew.
ASK Mr.. Colt to come right in" said
| Kayton into the phone.
| The Genial Mr.. Colt.
| Mr.. Colt proved to be large and of a
| generous and well-fed appearance. He
was over six feet high, and fully that in
| circumference He was under forty.
dressed well. and his face beamed good
nature.
Hello, Colt" exclaimed Kayton. with
real cordially
Hello, you old plutocrat! beloved the
newcomer, with an expansive grin as he
| rolled to the desk. He gazed about him
appreciatively. you've got an office
| here like a bloa ted senator. What are
| you tryin' to do with that hundred dollar
bill?"
Before Kayton could make any reply or
move to protect his property large and
| heavy hand descended on his cigar box
| and drew back with fair sized handful
| of his favorite Havanas Kayton watched
one of the cigars being fitted into the
molars of his leviathan guest and gloom
| lily observed the others disappear in a
capacious pocket. Slowly and thought
| fully he closed the box and put it in his
| desk before he spoke
rs it a counterfeit" he asked
"A dandy!' declared Mr. Colt enthusi.
astically. as he sank into the chair lately
| vacated by Mr.. Hurley, the chair fairly
shrieking its protests ITS such
damned good counterfeit it's better than
the real! You've got the luck of a drunk
en- Indian. Go out on a footy murder
case and stub your toe on a thing like
| thls! Mr. Colt shook his massive head
| mournfully, over the Injustice of the
| world Let me tell you-its a bomb
under the treasury! We've wired Wash
lngton and they've got a scare out all
over the country. If you turn up the
man who made that, the Democratsn
elect you president. | never have any
luck like that"
You're not Irish,'' commented Kayton,
with a little smile.
Yes, l am, too" protested Colt, grin
4 ilIHs JOVlaHS. But 1t was so mild il
didn't take"
Kayton laughed. ''Have any others
| turned up?" he asked with interest
No. replied the secret service man.
but the country may be crawlin' with
| emf
The Counterfeit Bill.
Kayton took the bill from him and ex-
amined it critically. He had been some
| thlng of In tic
he could appreciate art.
How do you suppose they ever mt if
together he murmured, wonderingly.
We'll, it's a Photographic process
that's a cinch" declared Colt mo hand
| ever touched that plate. Look at the
| lathe work.
And look a the link" exclaimed Kay
| ton.
Perfect" pronounced the government
agent, solemnly. How'd you ever get
onto it,?
why" replied Kayton, modestlv. "
some of these silk fbres struck me as
being off color"
'Say!" exclaimed the latest man in
the Federal government, with a laugh
that was half mirth and half nervous
awe. this sort of thing is going to knock
the currency into a cooked hat. Pretty
soon you won't be able to take money
from man unless he gives you a Masonic
grip with it. And you mean to tell me
that you found that bill in a milionaires
desk?"
Il admit it's impossible" smiled KAY
ton, but l did"
Colt stared incredulously. THAT a man
IN Argyle's position would mix himself
up with band of criminals who'd black
mail him for the rest of his Iffe?"
kayton nodded and shrugged his Shout
ders
Il know" he said, and held up the bill.
Talk about mysteries, Colt-this is the
only real mystery l ever met"
Have you got any clue?"
kayton leaned back. well. I'm play
ing long shot" he returned evasively.
Couldn't any of you experts down at the
office give wild guess whose work this
was?"
Colt shook his head gloomily. mo.
There isn't a conterfeiter on the books
could do IT. The man that got that to-
gethpr has heeD DtIiatIV