The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-06
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Say, you better open up!". he Snarl- ed You may be hanged 9n this case yourself yetE'
 The butler snorted contemporary. -rn will you me wits then" he re storted, moving toward the door. You'll be needin' 'em.'
 'sWhat's his name2'' demanded Kay ton in a whisper.
 .sFiniey," replied Manning in the same guarded tone KaIton raised his voice
 --Joe, get Mr Finley in here," he commanded Hes the man that can help us.''
 aWhy, he's Finley" replied Man ming. The old servant stopped and turned Kayton approached him ea- gerly.
 '.Are you Mr. Finley?" he demanded. That parsonage swelled his chest
 ''I am;'s he declared importantly.
 'TWeul Why didn't you tell us that at frst?' Kayton's tone.wasNa a marvel of cordiaIity and reproach. 'T under stand your confidential relations with the household and with MT. Argyle, and young MT Argyle tells me that you're in a position to be of the great est assistance to us.H ~
 The old buffers face told of a strug gle between completely gradied van ity and general indignation over the whole situation. His next remark was a mixture ofsthe two
 well, sir, can tell you this,'' he declared ''I lay no great store by de tectives."
 .rYou're quite right,7 agreed Kayton in hearty sympathy.
 A class of men with so little intelli- gence that they would put suspicion
 7s,1Io sv,1f 1frr- nantIy, at the same time subtly making it clear thatihe excluded Kayton from the general condemnation. They're beyond the assistance of any honest man.
 Did you try to help themT' inquired Kayton.
 Help themr' exploded the old man. Man alive, how can you come be- tween a fool and his folly? They'd hear no word from me. Their minds what they had of 'em-were all set on one thought
 'sWeH, MT. Finley" said Kayton soothingly. that's the very reason we're here. Now tell us the facts as you know them. You found the body ?''
 'T did not" returned Finley instant ", with some traces of his indignation, but with a manifest change of attitude  quiet in me bed when the man-Andy -boorst in on me 'He's 1ead.' he says, stark dead on the fure in there!' Who's dead? I says. MT. Argyle says he~-
 who's ~Andy?'' interrupted Kayton.
 'tDan ScuUy's boy" replied Finley. 'tHim that
 How longs he been here?"
 s'Time out O. mind, nearly as long as neseif"
 "What does he do?''
 "He makes himself useful when l tell him He's a simple souI," added the old man in the manner of one speaking of the feeble minded.
 "Send for him." said Kayton curtly Old Finley promptly rang the bell.
 rWho else was in the house?" went on the detective. Finley wrinkled his forehead and licked off the inmates on his fingers.
 Myself. Miss Mary. the girl, Kitty, Topp. the footman and the cooka' he replied. Mfrs. Wyatt was away. MT. Bruce, MT. Argyle's son, was here for dinner that night and went away early"
 Did you see him go?'' asked Kay ton swiftly, with a keen glance at the old mans face.
 4I did not. By Il o'clock made fast for the night, with MT. Argyle sitt1n' here and Miss Mary in her chamber. And how they got in that did this that's the thing for you to learn, sir But when they done it they went out that door, for I found the small chain off and the bolt drawn in the morning. And let me tell you this, sir," went on Finley, his indignation rising again There's nothin' but wickedness in this doubt O Miss Mary. There's things in nature and things that are not-Andy, come in here!'
 A tall, sharlbling young man, with a highly nervous manner, clad in the bsue denim of the workman, who had appeared at the hall door while Fin ley was talking, shuf1ed reluctantly forward in obedience to the command, smoothing down his stringy black hair Tx5th both hands as he advanced. Kay