Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1913-06-21

picked up his hat and slipped on a
light overcoat.
"Yes," replied the detective.
"Call me up in the morning If 1 can
be of any help to you" offered the
lawyer, also making ready to leave.
"I'll be in Pittsburgh" said Kayton
briefly
"oh! You are going awayT Mr..
Hurley was interested.
"Yes, for the day. My operatives
have just rounded up a case there,
and I've got to see the man and pull
him across, Expect to take the night
train back"
"T'll see you the day after tomor-
row, then" said the lawyer with
nod Of farewell as he walked slowly
out
"Yes, do" said Kayton.
The detective buttoned ais overcoat,
ran his eye about the room again as
II TO make sure he had overlooked
nothing and then turned to his assist
ant with brief command:
zoe, trail Hurley"
Manning was not an easily surpris-
ed young man, but now his Jaw almost
dropped with amazement.
WHAT" he exclaimed. "HurleyH
Kayton chewed his cigar, and an
amused CLEAN came to the corners of
his eyes as he surveyed his assistant.
Haven't you been listening to himp
he asked.
mo, not particularly" Manning ad-
mitted,
"Well, you should have" comment
ed his chief grlmly. THAT'S your
business. He's way Off from normal.
When a man says Now I'll tell you
about that it's one safe bet he's lying.
Trail him."
Ten seconds later the lawyer had an
ever invisible but ever present shadow.
| Contrary to the copy book wisdom
on the subject swift action is not a
habit. Persons who habitually hurry
are merely fussy. They seldom accom-
plish much beyond an appearance Of
activity which is deceiving to the un-
versed. and they also succeed in get
ting real wOrkmen nervous and irrI-
tated Such people are worse than
useless in crisis. 1t is the even tenn
pered man who conserves his energy
and never hurries until II is absolute
| ly necessary, who delivers the swift
thunderbolts Of action that dazzle tho
world.
And Kaytons speciality was conserV-
ing and concentrating his energies.
When he returned from Pittsburgh
he did not know who had killed Mr.
Argyle. He strongly suspected that
MIR. Hurley knew more than he was
telling! and his plans had been laid
with view to eliminating the lawyer
or fastening guilt upon him, he did
not know which would result. He
was not guessing. He had not made
up his mind that the lawyer was IN
the mesh Of the true crime. So he had
to make certain just where this figure
stood In the game before he could
proceed along new lines with certainty.
He was expected at bis office the sec.
ond morning after his departure for
Pittsburgh, and the newspapers con-
frmed the report Of his return. They
confirmed It by telling in seven column
headlines what he had done In Pitts.
burgh.
Lelschmann, the manager, and Nash,
a veteran aid Of the great detective,
who was allowed all sorts Of priv
ieges, were awaiting him in the pri-
vate Office and discussing the news
from Pittsburgh when Kayton arrived.
The chief carried little grip and
also some few signs Of two successive
nights In sleeping car, but he seemed
as calmly energetic as ever.
"HelO, boys" he said, with nod.
Morning, governor" responded his
aids. Kayton stripped Off overcoat
and gloves, hung his hat and turned to
his desk, rubbing his hands to get the
morning chill out OF the fingers.
"Is Cartwright out there" he In
Quired without further formality.
Yes"
Send him In"
Lelschmann disappeared and there
came presently into the Office a man
Of about forty who might have been
cashier Of a reliable bank. He was
well dressed His face wus round and
honest. His eyes were bright and his
speech and gaze were direct and
straightforward.
Good morning, governor" he said
pleasantly. but respectfully.
Good morning, Cortwright," return.
ed his chief, looking up with a cheerful
smile, "Tel me about this report on
the Argyle case" His hand fell on a
mass Of typewriter manuscript
We'll. we've run out all the inside
servants" said Cortwright, "and the
cook and the chauffeur. Nothing
wrong there at all. We've found the
policeman that was on the beat lie
has nothing, We looked up some OF
the discharged servants-a coachman
Nothing to that"
"All right. That's ALL" he nodded
and Cortwrlght withdrew,
Kaytou picked up the receiver Of q
desk phone "Send Joe In here" hC
ordered, and presently Manning walk
ed In with a broad. red scratch like q
bIrthmark on his cheek
Kaytou grlnned at him. Hello
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