The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-10
coOynsh.. 1912. by Journal An.srie.n E..miasa.
toward the door.

toward the door.
 ''No, no; thank you, Bruce" she re- piled steadily. ''Its all right; please go''
 He led her to chair and made her ait in 1t and then reluctantly allowed Hurley to lead him out.
 Kayton sighed wearily, drew up a chair near to the girls and sat down.
 Miss Mazuret,'' he said gently in his most courteous manner, "I can un- derstand that, this affair has been great shock to you. And you feel the loss of MT. Argyle probably more than Kny one. I don't need to say that sympathize with you thoroughly and that I don't want to do anything or ask anything that will distress you. But a murder has been committed, and if I am going to clear up these suspicious I must have the co-opera- tion of every body in the house and es- pecially you.''
 "Yes, yesp' exclaimed the girl, with a pathetic eagerness that stirred the man beneath the experts professional exterior. ''I want to do everything anything can.''
 He nodded and smiled gratefully.
 ''Now, let's see,' he began in the friendliest tone. "where were you born?"
 'In San Francisco replied Miss Mazuret. She began to feel strangely at home with this masterful stranger.
 'Do you remember your mother?'
 'sNo" She shook her head. T don't mother very well. was too young when they dieds''
 "And you have no reIatives2' p There was a moving quality of sym pathy in the gentle voice.
 t'None that ever heard of.''
 "There is no one who would inherit this money from you or have any oth- CT reason for wishing you to get it?''
 "Oh, 'noy' gasped the girl, mortified at the thought.
 "Did MT. Argyle ever object to your. intimacy with any friends?'
 "Why,' said the girl wonderingly, tour life was so retired met hardly any one"
 @'No man wished to marry you?"
 ''Oh, no!'' was the quick reply. And should have felt a sense of personal relief. "Mr. Argyle wanted Bruce to- to-" she went on with hesitation, "'but we couldn't. That was impossible. We were like brother and sister,"
 The great detective nodded with un- necessary conviction and remarked:
 'HThen you have no reason for sus- pecting any one?"
 This question was accompanied by an unusually keen gaze. The girl trembled violently and put her hand kerchief to her lips.
 "Oh, no, nor' she gasped. Then she stared wildly about, rose to her feet and burst i1f4o hysterical sobs. Kayton was beside her in an instant.
 tfWhat is it-what's the matter?' he demanded, and felt an impulse to put his arm about her as Bruce had done.
 CT don't know-I''- sobbed the girl, her face buried in her hands-"I don't seem to be able-to control myself any longer"
 Kayton touched a slender arm with clumsy solicitude.
 ''Wait-wait a moment he urged her kindly.
 "Its horrible" sobbed the muf1ed voice. "Its all so horrible! It's worse down herel I can't help thinking of hiIn-on the door-this f1oor''-
 Wont you try to put it out of your mind?'' begged Kayton. "I want to help you.'
 The girl struggled bravely for self control and lowered her hands, disclos- Ing lovely, tear stained face.
 'Yes, I know that she said tremu lously, darting him a look. ''I haven't been like this before. haven't talked about it to any one-I couldn't! I've tried to keep from reading the papers, but had to! I read them all, and they're getting worse about me every day until it seemed as if the whole city How is 1t possible they can make it all so probable?" she cried piteously, the tears streaming un- checked down her face. "ShaH have to go through a trial?''
 "Oh, I think not he said reassur- ingly. wen hardly let that happen. Now, tell me- he went on with gentle insistence. ''you went to your room rather early that night? About 9:3O?'.
 t'Ye-es.'' The word came out uncer- tainIy, but the storm was evidently over. Kayton. with almost womanly kindness. placed her in her chair again and sat beside her.
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