Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-17
nc HlSylC OooC Stories EUr Written
By j. W, M'CoNAUGHY

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a grim hcartjuess and passips CLEAN
Of triumnn in his prav ewes
But Mr. Hurley was NOT beetep Vol
Mr. Kavtor IL" mo- said coptarnni,,n,,zlg
( there's nothing whatever to connect mo
with the murder and Won know II -,
con. yes. there isl kavton contradict
ed him. ana there WAS a rau, and rost,,
ring i'm his voice There arc several
things you came Ia my office to ask
about that n. NJ personal and then
Immediately ripped nn Mrs Martin >.
"Nn in INV professional canacit1 do
clared the LAWYER, doggedlv
AS a COMMENTATORS incn,iral <a,.,or
with a IIgbt ecor,
AS a LAWYER"
Kayton leaned toward him and his owes
snapped
1T was as lawyer. then that Won
advised br.isIer Iaet ,iott -, ,,,,,.,, 49,,
practice Of his profession untn conditions
We're safcr-for counterfeiting?
The last vestige of color left tba mans
face and Kaytop could see that his fore.
head was moist.
Il don't recollect having pi,,on ana. y,,c,.
advice" he declared He fried In main
tain the contemptuous note b,,t tbore
was a sudden hoarseness that he co1,ld NOT
control
Il was afraid Won vouIdr,t 80. y,id fy,,-
ton, grimly. picking mn tho shear If
typewritten dictograpb notes "rbat,s
why | reminded YOU" He alancod M one
Of the pages .1t was &C Ia,,,,.or
suppose. that YOU exclaimed .Tbis is a
plant" when you heard thai had nut
Miss Mazuret in the house? AS Inv
yer. You laughed and said $50 ba,s civ,
us to throw real criminals off tbeiT
guard? AS a LAWYER. Won concealed fron,
me that Mrs Martin bod - LIT, -, ,r,,
Argyle. AS a LAWYER. Won persuedad her
to go to Mr.. Argyle the night Of bts daatb
to use her influence for vour own mr.
poses"
Mr. Hurley wiped his forehead with bic
handkerchief and crushed II in his band
you can't bluff me with any frane-un
story of this sortr' he rasped ont IN a
hoarse voice.
Kayton gazed Al him a moment and
then dropped the papers on the desk.
AiSrr RI,r
you can 90 to beII in vour o,,., ,,a,, 70
you haven't sense enough to 500 tLot ne
better to make q clean breoet 30 - a,I
stand for a charge of mansIanebter ,n,,
can 20 to the chair 40 a countarfoiti,,o
crook that tried tn bIacI,runI an ia
man and murdered him when no rounded
on you! You're under arrest ar5 tbo
charge is murder in tho Gr,t dao,,,',,,.
He picked up the teIenbono nc II,,.,a,,
made a gesture TO restrain hin, .,lI
right. Ieish F." no saf1
"She Killed Him,
Just minute. Mr.. Kavton,"
! You're lust a minute too late re-
| torted the detective Here hovs " no
went on. as a coupIe Of his man annearod
at the door Take This fellow, aU,a =, ,,,ttb
! YOU"
The next instant the handouts u-era ~,
his wrists and the officers vera seorcbi,g
| his pockets. But he hardly noticed Them
His face had suddenly rroy,,, ba,,sa,.,I
his ewes dun with desnair
Mr. Kayton. Tyo been trying to nro-
tect her" he protested his voice boarse
and uncertain. That's the wav got in
volved in this, She killed HIM TN sign
a statement
"No ,ou u,on't,, srornaa Iy,,,t,, o,,
grily. Not for me! Hurley, you're the
yellowest 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-defenser gasped Hurley,
| now struggling in the grip of the men who
held his arms.
| Il was onto YOU the minute | found
| that hundred dollar bill" snapped Kay
! ton, with apparent irreevance
| HE told me he'd destroyed that bill,
! stammered the stricken man. The man
went mad--mad-a tried-to Kill me-
He was a ptiful 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, Kaytonw he began. de
! spairingly, II tell you it was an accident!
| He'd gone into that countarfaitirg md