Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-01-25
The Argyle Case oss Ct f F, Bs'' pCtcee
By J. w. M'coNAUGHY

IN the deskY queried his assistant in
credulously. Looks as IL it had been
pretty well searched, too
kayton shrugged his shoulder and his
lip curled slightly.
Yes. joe" he said, gently, by the
police"
Manning grinned as he bent over the
little hand satchel and carefully packed
, away his treasures
He must have been going to mail it to
somebody he suggested at last Kayton
was examining the find under a pocket
magnifying glass.
An Important Find.
That's possible" he muttered.
| II wonder what stopped him?" re-
| marked the other thoughtfully. Kayton
was holding the other envelopes up to the
light, one after another in rapid success
sion. He grinned. and with a perfect i'm
| itatlon of Finley brogue replied
| If We knew that an had yer supper We
could go to bed"
Manning laughed, and, rightlng the
! table, pushed it back to the center of the
room and replaced cover and books
| I've got all these, governor" he said
Kayton nodded
Better start now with the servants
i finger prints, Joe. Get both hands What
is it, Finley?''
Mr. Hurley's here, sir" said the butler
from the hall door.
is Miss Mazuret coming?" demanded
the detective
| I'm goin' to her now, sir"
| We'll, don't delay any longer" ordered
Kayton, with a touch of sternness. Tell
Mr.. Hurley to come in, Joe" he went on
rapidly as Finley left. get out your pad
| want to send a telegram to the San
Francisco office. Put this into cipher +"
| Joe stood, with pencil poised, as his chief
dictated
Look up Mrs. John N1azuret; maiden
name, Nellie Marsh, Died in Frisco
about twenty years ago. Get that off,
| joe"
THE girls mother?" ventured the as
sistant.
| Yes" nodded Kayton. 81 want to
| know about that scandal This thing has
| happened through the girl some way or
another
Fastening out, Manning passed Mr..
Hurley in the doorway The lawyer en-
tered eagerly, stripping off his gloves and
| held out hand to the famous detective
with cordial smile
Good morning, Mr. Kayton." he said
pleasantly. Pm Mr. Hurley-Mr. Ar
gyle's lawyer"
Yes" said Kayton, quietly, as he
shook hands "I'm glad to meet YOU"
Pm glad you've come in on the case"
returned the lawyer, in a sincere manner
that was in itself compliment 81 don't
! doubt you'll clear 1t all up for us"
well. | hope so, Mr.. Hurley" said
kayton. modestly. This interchange of
compliments with the first trial of foils in
| which each man was estimating the other
and each felt in the other an antagonist,
| though they were on the same side.
: Mr.. Hurley found a chair and settled
| himself comfortably for chat Kayton
| moved about the room like a restless bird
dog as he talked. but occasionally con-
| fronting the lawyer and fixing him with
a keen gaze
! II suppose" said the latter. cit will
| take some time. There are so many
ways the thing might possibly have &C.
| Cured.
"As, for instance" suggested Kayton.
| instantly.
Mr. Hurley was a tri1e taken aback at
this sudden challenge, but he replied
promptly enough:
| Well let us suppose that this crimi-
nal obtained entry either by the eonni-
vance of one of the servants-or. pos
| sibly, one of them lost key-or in some
way that the investigations have not yet
disclosed He is discovered by Mr. Ar
| gyle, who threatens him with a revolver,
and in the struggle that ensues the muir
der results
Kayton smiled almost imperceptibly.
| And how does your theory account for
the fact that throughout this struggle
a struggle, you'll notice, in which sew
eral blows were exchanged. judging by
the marks on the face and chest-how
do you account for the fact that Mr..
Argyle made no outory?"
His outcries may not have been
heard replied the lawyer, readily.
Every true" nodded Kayton
'Of course" continued Mr. Hurley,
''the argument against the burglar theory
is that nothing was stolen-although the
burglar may have been frightened away"
You're convinced, then, that it was a
| burglar" asked Kayton.
LACK of Motive"
well. ah-no," confessed the lawyer,
with some hesitation. 81 was merely can
wasting that idea. There seems to be a
| lack of motive otherwise; or, rather, a
large discrepancy between the nature of
the crime and the character of the only
1
Miss Mazuret?' said Kayton, in a
! matter fact tone
"Oh It couldn't be Miss Mazuret!" pro-
tested the lawyer instantly. It's incred-
| ible that a girl like her could be In
volved in a thing of this sort. Besides,
how was she to know that If he died at
that particular moment she would be the
sole heir under the will?'
| "Oh, the will was secret? inquired
| Kayton.
| Mr. Hurley hesitated.
| well now. Mr.. Kayton. I'll tell you
about that" he said slowly. My client
had an idea that is not uncommon among
millionaires. He had an almost morbid
apprehension OF his heirs waiting TO in
herit his estate--a somewhat supersti-
tious fear of the concentrated expecta-
tions of legstees. In fact, he did not
want any one to know who was TO ben
eft by his death. In the last few days
of his life, when he contemplated rein
stating his son, he was particularly in
sistert on secrecy The thing was an OBJ
session, you understand"