The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-21

KSvton opened the door of an ante room as the telephone buzz sounded. 'SWait here a httle," he said gently. f'I may need you presently, even if you are unwilling to help me-
 Manager Leischmann on the te1e- phone announced some important ar rivals in the outer office-Mr. Hurley, Miss Mazuret and Bruce, Mrs. Wyatt and Miss Thompson. The last party was the first received, and after a hap py reunion and much excited explana- ton Kayton bundled them into one of the consultation rooms that opened off his sanctum, obtained few neces- saries from Manning, who was in the outer office, and then he was ready for the lawyer.
 AS for that worthy, he did not enter with his wonted manner of pushing everything out of the way. He was almost reluctant, and his eyes were troubled. Kayton apparently noticed nothing of this, and his greeting was as cordial as ever.
 ''Well, I'm very busy this morning, MT. Kayton," he replied, in response to the detectives inquiry as to how he did. But I wanted to oblige you. What was the clew?" he inquired.
 He did not settle himself comforta- bly, in chair and light cigar He remained standing above the desk.
 Kayton was busy with his papers, some of which partly concealed the metal contents of a little pasteboard box.
 Its a little better than a clew," he replied at last cheerfully, looking up. ''I think we've got the man that killed Argyle
 MT. Hurley was paler than usual, and any one looking for signs would have noticed that more of the seant Iolor left his face.
 well, weIl,'' he began slowly.
 ''Sft down. interrupted Kayton with hospitable wave of his hand toward i the chair where Mrs. Martin had sat. But MT. Hurley did not immediately avail himself of the offer. His lips had 1 fore he asked:
 "Ah! Who is it? Who is it?''
 ''Sit down and I'll tell you" replied Kayton lightly. The lawyer slowly sank into the chair, never taking his eyes off Kayton's face. The latter swung his chair around so as to direct ly face his visitor.
 ''Mr. Hurley he inquired pleasantly, NhA0 NOtA " CA u a Ad
 MT. Hurley started and stammered slightly as he answered:
 'I'm-er-I'm an office lawyer" "Ohv' murmured Kayton. He eyed the lawyer, and the lawyer stirred un- easily.
 MT. Hurley" asked the detective quietly, "when did it first occur to you Shat MT. Argyle was out of his mind P MT. Hurley raised his eyes and met the detective's squarely.
 ''I don't get you,'' he said slowly.
 "You will,'' was the grim assurance. ''You surely didn't think you'd interest a man in his position-a millionaire in a scheme for promoting counterfeit ing if he was in his right mind , ! MT. Hurley was silent for a moment, | but he no longer looked disconnected. He knew now why he had been brought to Kayton's office. He gripped himself to fight for his life. Any business affairs that MT. Argyle intrusted to me were private and con- fdentiaI,'' he said, very deliberately. ''I can't discuss them. MT. Kayton, you forget that I am lawyer"
 'I don't forget it-I don't believe it, ,'' retorted Kayton.
 MT. Hurley achieved an excellent ap- pearance of righteous anger suppressed.
 "What do you mean?'' he demanded. Kayton handed him the last page of the fake confession.
 'FDo you know that .signature?'' he inquired With hand that tren bled not the slightest the lawyer. adjusted his eyeglasses and studied the docu- ment.
 tAs you saw. in the morning papers, continued Kayton grinl4y. 'fbefore you packed your bag, we arrested your friends last night and conf1scated all | their counterfeit money5an except the $1OO bill that had been left with MT. Argyle. I advised Mrs. Martin to do what she could for herself by making a complete statement of the facts as she knew them, and you'll be sorry to hear that her confession of what oc- cured between you and MT. Argyle in the library that night charges you with murder"
 As if he had paid but scant attention to Kayton's words, the lawyer tossed the paper back on to the desk.
 ''It's a Iie"' he said coolly. That's all a fake-to protect herself"
 '"Then you mean to say that Mrs. Martin was responsible for the death of MT. Argyley' demanded Kayton Swiftly.
 That's exactly what mean to say,'' returned MT. Hurley. "I had no con- nection with these people whatever, except professionally for MT. Argyle. I was retained by him''- he hesitated.
 For what purpose :'' demanded Kay ton.
 For perfectly legitimate purpose 2 I replied the lawyer. This woman thought she had a claim on Mr. Ar gyle-she was trying to get money''-
 "Claim p interrupted Kayton. ''What | sort of claim?''
 -sI don't know" Cro be Continueo)