Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-01-20
A Tale of Love, Mystery and Ad-
venture.
Written from the play Of the same name,
now being produced by Robert Hill
sad at the Criterion theater
New York city.
Copyright, 1912. by Journal American
Examiner
BY ]. w. M'CONAUGHY.
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

Finley approach What time am
TO eXpict the defective, sir?'' he inquired
Bruce and the Girl
Any time, now" Bruce replied, anc
Finley withdrew with a bow.
More detectives coming, Bruce ask
ed the girl with a little frown.
Yes he replied with a nod, and add
ed: "Asche Kayton."
"oh," said the girl doubtfully "Do
YOU think he can do anything
He's the greatest detective in the
country" returned Argyle, IF he car. t.
nobody can. If we'd got him at first we
wouldn't have had the things all mud
died up the way It is now, with sus-
picion on me and Mary and-everyhodN.
Miss Thompson shook her head, appar-
entity lost between hopelessness and OBJ
stinacy.
Il don't believe itn ever be found out
who killed ,him," she declared
Argyle shrugged his shoulders impa-
tiently. "1f Kayton finds out enough to
clear Mary that's all l ask he said
shortly. Instantly the girls hand was
on his arm and her eyes looked up into
his troubled face in love and sympathy
"Oh, Bruce. dear" she exclaimed, soft
~ nobody believes you or Mary haa
anything to do with it"
'Nobody that knows us--of course"
said Argyle, gravely, But what about
the people that read the newspapers and
don't know us? How is Mary
shes wonderful" breathed the girl
THE way she keeps up! I'd go out of
my mind But she's so strange, Bruce.
She hasn't said a word about your ia
Their since | came. She simply wont
speak Of it,
Bruce nodded, staring thoughtfully
straight out before him.
"Mary's always like that" he said.
"She never talks about the things that
are way down in her The old man
knew it. And he liked her for It, guess.
He could quarrel with me-but he could
never get a rise out of Mary. She just
simply kept quiet and-got her own way
with him. He never forgave me for re-
fising TO marry her, but he never quar-
relied with her for refusing to marry
me"
The girl vehemenuy possessed herself
of his hand. I'm glad she refused she
whispered. Bruce slipped his arm about
his sweetheart's waist and kissed the top
of her head.
"she understood about you, Nan he
said. gently, from the first And she
was doing everything she could to help
as with him. If he'd lived, she'd nave
brought him around. He probably cared
more for her than for anything else In
the world. It's been that way ever since
she was a little girl-ever since she came
here to live" He broke off ana drew
away from the girl as woman OF about
As, breathing audibly and plainly very
nervous and excited, sort of swarmed into
the library. She was a highly respecta-
BILE, IL not highly intellectual, woman
whom the elder Argyle had retained as q
companion to his adopted daughter
Good morning. Bruce she painted,
busting over to a window and closing II
violently Il didn't know you were here.
-Kayton Is coming"
Yes" nodded Bruce. Mrs. Wyatt
rolled her eyes She was evidently in a
chronic condition of excitement over
something that was likely to happen.
Il think you're perfectly right she