Atlanta Georgian., 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 nolselessly 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 a great sense of humor, gov
ernor," Manning assured him solemnly,
HE laughed so hard last night that he
nearly split the dctograph.'
Kayton laughted and then suddenly
| frowned for silence.
! ''IIello, Mr.. Hurley" he said cheerful
| ly, into the phone. 81 think I've OBJ
tanned a clew on your Argyle case. Drop
in and see me this morning. can you?
Yes-Id like to consult you. It's
too confidential for the telephone.
All right-thanks."
He hung up the receiver, laughing si-
lently
| ''Will he Gomez" inquired Manning.
! would your" retorted his chief
! Manning grinned and scratched his
head. "Ge! | 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 &c
10 the desk-go to the telephone girl
she's all rlght-and send my name up.
Get her out without attracting any atten-
! tion, and bring her right down here"
! Kayton looked him over a moment and
asked with a change from his official
manner, "Have you had any sleep. Joe?''
Nav returned Manning. grinning
sheepishly, don't want any, governor"
And he hurriedly 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, Il want you to
| type in above the name-there! you seel
as if 1t were the final page of her con-
fession-the usual thing before notary
public and have two of the boys sign
right down here and put on couple OF
waters. Make it Page ., N. NJ. state
ment,'
Mr.. Colt Calls.
Yes. sir" said Leishmann, and added
as he withdrew:
MIR. Colt has come"
on Kayton chuckled, Send hin
right in, and make reservations on the
Twentieth Century for Manning and mt
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:
What's the matter now, Cot?"
We'll" declared Colt, blowing an out
ward breath that made the chandelier
tremble, II told you So
"Predicted it, 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
II had a witness that / wanted under
cover, so 1 put her in a lodging house
and it turned out to be the place where
the counterfeiters we're"
Jaw. pickles, Kaytonr' snorted the be
hemoth, contemptuously. q believe
in your luck, but l don't believe ever
you could draw a straight flush to one
card"
''Well, 1 may have stacked a little fol
it," Kayton confessed. But that's the
way it came"