Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-07
The Argyle Case 0G s,c5e' E1 Be" w RG'es'''
By w MCoNAUGHY
Y. 'CONAUGHY

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/ lied out as Manning returned
| Joe, be careful with that woman" or
dered Kayton.
rs It the mother?" asked Manning,
eagerly
Kayton grunted Cant you see the
! family IN the face7"
"Geer' exclaimed the young man wris-
Cling with delight.
Kayton went to the door Of tho little
office where Miss Mazuret was concealed
and invited her to come In.
Miss Mazuret," he said abruptly. as
she turned on him an inquiring look. II
have found q woman who was in the
! room when Mr.. Argyle was killed"
! Miss MGauret turned white as chalk.
"A woman" she gasped.
Bayton nodded grimly IT have abso-
lutte proof OF It here in her finger prints :"
THE Woman In tho Room"
He led her TO his desk and pointed to
the blotter, beside which lay one O. tho
Photographic records Of the finger plints
on the table in the Argyle libra y Even
to the girls unframed eye they we're
Identical
OH" she gasped, we must tell
Bruce"
Not yet" returned Kayton, decidedly.
| Now, listen to me-" He looked down
into the girls eyes, Her bosom was still
telling it's tale Of the effect of his an
nouncement but the eyes were calm and
courageous-the eyes of q brave and 10y
al woman.
The other man was much younger,
fiashiy dressed in the extreme of mas
culine fashion. His face was fat and
pasty He was small boned and under
sized-anemic, crafty. ratlike. His socks
and tie were Of the same shade of layen-
der His suit WAS a light check and he
wore low-cut shoes with ornate caps on
the toes. His hair was slicked down
and cigarette hung Imply from the cor
ner of his mouth.
Worry About the keys,
He chose to be known as Simeon Gage.
The older man was known to the secret
service and number OF municipal DO
lice bureaus az Friedrich Kreisler, and
with a certain heroism of crime he
scorned an alias He calmly lit the gas
while Mrs Martin drew the curtains
The younger man stood in the middle of
the room and 1dgeted.
Doctor, wen have to have all those
locks changed, don't you think2" he in
CURED nervously, in high pitched voice,
that was almost a whine we might as
well go to bed with the front door OPEN
There was nothing in my bag to show
what house the keys were for" Mrs. Mar
tin reminded him. quietly.
know, Mrs. Martin, but I'm not for
takin' any chances" declared the voung
man, THE crook that got your news
might see you comm out o. here
some time. Or he might pick YOU up
IN the street and follow you home. This
isn't just the sort OF place we'd like to
entertain sneak thief in, is 1t? He'd
| blackmail us for life"
| Kreisler emerged from the closet, ty-
ing the strings OF worltman's apron
about his waist.
J.. You've got too much imagination for
this business. Gage" he said. with a
slight but unmistakable German accent
1t was the English OF the highly edu-
Gated German. You ought to go back to
your confidence games"
Seeing his friend thus attired for bust
ness, Gage Invested himself OF hat and
topcoat but continued to protest
| wen, I've been uneasy lately-ever
| SINCE that girl came" he confessed. 'I
thought was being followed yesterday +"
You're always being followed" com
mented Kreisler You must have a bad
| conscience"
Il think perhaps I'm gettin' too many
cigarettes, admitted Mr.. Gage II don't
know. though, now. We must be get
tin pretty easy II people can come and
pick our pockets I don't think we ought
to have that girl here, Some cheap d.
yoroe case detective will be roundin' us
up next. Who is she, anyway" he de-
manded suddenly, turning on Mrs. Mar
tin Il called up Hurley and asked him
about her, Why doesn't he know any
thing about herr"
| Il haven't had chance to tell him
yet" replied Mrs. Martin, indifrerently
She came only yesterday"
| You've had lots OF chances to tell me-"
grumoled the young man.
It's none of your business, Gage" Mrs
Martin informed him.
Well he whined, with a sort of pro-
testing helplessness, Il feel as nervous as
rabbit with strange woman around"
Kretsler meanwhile had lowered the
| folding bed and produced from secret
orannies in the mattress and structure
divers bottles, marble slabs, shallow pans
and the usual paraphernalIa of a pho
ttographer. From a hidden recess of the
| closet camera made its appearance
Gage eagerly offered to assist him, but
the older man waved him aside with a
cunning smile.
1 va AA"'NA aON u5 HSAp III duliDlD& DuI
the bleaching" he protested ~ notice
you're keepi~g everything you know I'M
der your rat. Some day you'll go of
to Scotland with your money, like Andy
Carnegie, and leave US all workin' in the
mills"
What l know I know" returned the
| German, grimly.
Yes, doctor" said Gage, but I get
tired sittin' around here waitin' for you
TO pull Off your masterpieces
Kreisler had seated himself at the ia
BILE and slipped a 81 bill in bleaching
solution. At Sages last words he threw
back his head and his eyes blazed with
a fine anger.
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