Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-13
A Tale of Love, Mystery and Ad-
venture.
Written from the play Of the same name,
now being produced by Robert Hill
Hard at the Criterion theater,
New York city
Copyright, 1912. by Journal American
Examiner.
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

Kayton smiled Lets start little
rumble for him, Joe" he said, picking
up the telephone receiver. Get me Hur-
ley. We've got to find out who this Hur-
ley is, Joe, and get his record"
He ran over some typewriter pages
that Leishmann dropped noiselessly at
his elbow and grinned
"Hurley's got us sized up in fine shape"
he remarked, glancing down sideways
According to him I'm a pinhead."
He has great sense of humor, gov
ernor," Manning assured him soemnly
''He laughed so hard last night that he
nearly split the photograph"
Kayton laughted and then suddenly
frowned for silence.
Hello, Mr.. Hurley" he said cheerful
ly, into the phone. II think I've OBJ
tanned a clew on your Argyle case. Drop
in and see me this morning, can you?
. Yes-Td like to consult you It's
too confidential for the telephone. . .
All right-thanks."
He hung up the receiver, laughing ST
lently.
Twill he Gomez" inquired Manning.
would YOU" retorted his chief.
Manning grinned and scratched his
head. zee! I wouldn't know what to
do he confessed.
That's what's the matter with Hur-
ley" declared Kayton "Joe, go to the
hotel and get Miss Mazuret. Don't go
to the desk-go to the telephone girl
she's all highland send my name up.
Get her out without attracting any atten-
| ton, and bring her right down here"
Kayton looked him over a moment and
asked with change from his official
| ell Vl1
Nav" returned Manning, grinning
sheepishly, don't want any. governor"
| And he hurredly slouched out Kay
ton sent for Leishmann and gave him
some particular instructions in connec-
tion with the last page OF the dicto-
graph report and the specimen of Mrs.
Martins signature as Nellie Marsh that
he had in his desk.
Look here he said. II want you to
type in above the name-there! you see?
as If It we're the final page of her con-
fession-the usual thing before IA notary
public, and have two of the boys sign
right down here and put on a couple OF
waters. Make It Page 9, n. NJ. state
ment' "
Mr.. Colt Calls.
Yes. SIR" said Leishmann. and added
as he withdrew:
| Mr.. Colt has come"
"Ohn Kayton chuckled. Send him
right in, ami make reservations ON the
Twentieth Century for Manning and ms
for Chicago tonight. That Fraser case"
Mr.. Colt rolled into the room and halted
a few feet in front of Kayton's desk
He stared at the detective and nodded his
head, while Kayton grinned. until the lat
ter asked:
Whats the matter now, Colt?"
"Well," declared Colt, blowing an out
ward breath that made the chandelier
tremble, II told you So"
| predicted 1t, eh?" grinned Kayton
You're in the wrong department, Colt
You ought to be in the weather bureau.
How the devil did you do it?' de-
manded Mr.. Colt.
| "Why," replied Kayton, still smiling
'T had a witness that I wanted under
cover. so l put her In lodging house
and it turned out TO be the place where
I the counterfeters were"
Jaw. pickles, Kayton" snorted the be
hemoth, Contemptuously 81 believe
in your luck, but l don't believe ever
you could draw a straight flush to one
! card"
! We'll, | may have stacked a little fol
it," Kayton confessed. But that's the
way it came"