Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-17
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By j. w M'CoNAUGHY
j. w. M'CONAUGHY

! w mat she SaSpeI, ana ltufleS WINGED
for the first time before her blazing eyes.
You YOU Then She pointed her
finger a him and turned to Kayton
IT'S lie" she said. with quiet in
tensity "IIe killed him"
II believe you" exclaimed Kaytou. with
a grim heartiness and a passing CLEAN
Of triumph in his gray eyes
But Mr., Hurley was not beaten yet
! Mr. kayton, Ire said. contemporary,
there's nothing whatever to connect me
with the murder and you know it,"
/ "Oh, yes; there is" Kayton contradict
ed him, and there was a new and nasty
ring in his voice. There are several
| things. You came to my office to ask
about that n, NJ personal and then
| Immediately tipped Off Mrs Martin"
| "Al in my professional capacity" de-
clared the lawyer doggedly
AS counterfeiter2" inquired Kavton.
| with a light scorn
AS a lawyer"
| Kayton leaned toward him and his eyes
snapped
! ut was as a lawyer. then. that YOU
advised Kreisler last night to cease the
practice Of his profession until conditions
were safer-for counterfeiting?'
The last vestige OF color left the mans
face and kayton could see that his fore
head was moist
II don't recollect having given any such
advice. he declared. He tried to main.
tain the contemptuous note but there
was sudden hoarseness that he could not
control
i was afraid you wouldn't" said Kay
ton. grimly picking up the sheaf Of
typewriter photograph notes. That's
why l reminded YOU He glanced a one
Of the pages. 1T was as a LAWYER. I
suppose, that you exclaimed This is a
plant when you heard that ] had put
MISS Mazuret In the house? As a law
yer you laughed and said so he's using
us to throw real criminals off their
guard. AS a lawyer, you concealed from
me that Mrs. Martin had a claim on Mr.
Argyle AS lawyer YOU persuaded her
to go to Mr. Argyle the night Of his death
to use her influence for your own pur-
poses?'
Mr.. Hurley wiped his forehead with his
handkerchief and crushed it in his hand.
You can't blum me with any frame-up
story of this sort" he rasped out, In a
hoarso voice
kayton gazed at him moment and
then dropped the papers on the desk.
We'll. Hurley he said, disgustedly,
you can go to he'll in your own way. If
you haven't sense enough to see that tia
better to make a clean breast of ii and
stand for a charge of manslaughter YOU
can 60 TO the chair as a counterfeiting
crook that tried to blackman an old
man and murdered him when he rounded
on you, You're under arrest, and the
charge is murder in the first degree"'
He picked up the telephone as Hurley
made gesture to restrain him. IAN
right Leish,' he said.
"She Killed Him"
Just a minute. Mr.. Kayton,'
You're just a minute too late. re
torted the detective Here. boys" he
went on. as a couple Of his men appeared
at the door. Take this fellow away with
you
The next instant the handouts were on
his wrists and the officers were searching
his pockets. But he hardly noticed them
HIS face had suddenly grown haggard,
his eyes duh with despair
Mr.. Kayton. I've been trying to pro-
tect her he protested, his voice hoarse
and uncertain. That's the way | got in
volved in this. She killed him. I'll sign
u statement"
mo, you WON'T snapped Kaytun, an
srily Not for me, Hurley, you're the
Neowest crook | ever hunted in my life.
You gave stuff TO the papers to cast sus-
picion on that girl and boy. You came
smelling around here trying to tip off my
hand, and the minute you saw yourself
caught, YOU turned on Mrs. Martin. tried
to sell her out, You dirty cur! After
they've had YOU in the electric chair
they'll have to fumigate it,
1T was self-defense!" gasped Hurley
now struggling in the grip OF the men who
held his arms.
II was onto YOU the minute | found
that hundred dollar bill" snapped Kay
ton, with apparent irrelevance.
He told me he'd destroyed that bill"
stammered the stricken man. The man
went mad-mad-and tried-to Kill me-
He was a pitiful sight-hunted, staring
eyes, his hair dishevelled and his voice
rafting as If his throat were dry as his
lips Kayton laughed. but turned his eyes
away.
Before God. l<ayton" he began, de
spairngly, 81 tell you il was an accident
He'd gone into that counterfeiting, and
all OF a sudden he shifted and threatened
TO show me up. l took her there to use
her influence TO try to square It, and he
tried to shoot met"
You knew all along that the man
wasn't sane" cut in Kayton, mercilessly
81 swear | didn't until that moment
And neither did she!"
The Story of the Shooting.
ksyton eyed the foam hecked, trem-
bling lips and twitchiug white face with
disgust and contempt
DO YOU think. he asked scornfully
YOU can tell me that Argyle would mix
himself up with lot Of Matchmaking
crooks like YOU il he hadn't been dottyo"
I'll knew he was queer" STAN.
mered Hurley, now eager to admit any
thing that might bring gleam Of mercy
to the hard cold eyes that gazed into
his. "Rut--God' There was lot Of
money in it,
Kayton's mouth shut grimIy Better
save that defense for the jury"
But ] tell you"'-the tortured mans
voice rose almost to scream. Il tell
you he'd have shot me-. As soon as he
heard who she was he pulled that gun
and | knocked it out of his hand and he
tried to strauge me l didn't want to
hurt-him-I just beat him off-trying TO
defend myself and the first thing we
knew he was dead on our hands,"
Il don't want to hear your troubles.