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SALEM, OREGON, SATURDAY, JUNE 21, 1913.
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Capital
The ,
Argyle Case
A Novellzation by J. W.
MoConaughy of the Success
ful New Play by Harriot
Ford, Harvey J. O'Higgins
and Detective William J.
Burns, In Which Robert
Hilliard la Appearing :: ::
Copyright, 191!, by Journal-Amerl-ean-Exuminer.
SYNOPSIS
James Arg-yle, wealthy and eccentric i
found shot flend In the library of his New
York home. His only son, Bruce, an art
ist, and his ward, MIbs Mary Maiuret,
are suspocted.
Asche Knyton, a detective of repute, Is
called In. He Is given carte blanche as to
xponse and told to run down the mur
derer. The library where Mr. Argyle was
ahot Is opened.
Kayton and his assistant, Manning, ar
rive at the Argyle mansion. They ques
tion Flnley, the butler, and search for
linger prints In the hope of finding a clew.
The detectives find a woman's finger
prints on the library table. Mrs. Wyatt,
MIbs Mazuret's companion, tells Kaytoa
that the girl's mother was a Mrs. Nellie
Marsh of San Francisco.
Kayton learns from the servants that
Miss Mazuret was awake and about at
the time the crime must have been com
mitted. In the dead man's desk ha finds
an unusually fine counterfeit (100 bill.
Bruce Argyle comes In. He tells Kay
ton of tlie events of the evening before
the murder. Reluctantly he admits see
ing some one In the upper hall on the
fateful night Miss Mazuret, pale and
worn, enters.
CHAPTER VII.
"She heard me coma back!"
fT AYTON leaned forward until
f his face was less than two
& feet from hers.
"And you thought that
Bruce and bit father were quarrel
ing?" he declared in a low, tense
voice.
With a smothered scream the girl
sprung to her feet.
"No, no!" she gasped, clutching his
arm frantically as he, too, rose. Her
yes were wide with horror and ter
ror. "No, no! Afterward, when 1 saw
what had happened, 1 knew it couldn't
liave keen Bruce! You won't uttuch
.uny importance to It, will you? You
won't! I bad no reason to think it was
Jie no real reason!" '
The detective, or rather the man In
the detective, touched her hand with
pressure that was gently reassuring.
"Of course," be said gravely, "I un
derstand that you concealed this be
cause you were afraid It was Bruce."
"No, no!" The denial was an en
treaty. "I was afrnid some one might
think It was Bruce."
"You were looking down from the
upper hull?" went on Kayton. Tut
girl gasped and gave him a startled,
frightened look.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Why didn't you speak to blm?"
"I I didn't want him to see me."
:8ue was crushing bur handkerchief in
""Here art the finger prints, governor.'-
tier fingers, and ber face was turned
away from bim until he could barely
see the line of the cheek.
"Why not?" he demunded Instantly.
"I I don't know. It was Just In
stinctive," she stammered. "I thought
afterward that I should have spoken
to him." ,
"What did you do after be bad
gone?"
"I went back to my room and went
to bed."
Kayton paused for a moment
"You went right toleep?" be sug
. Rested.,
"Well, after awhile."
"And heard nothing more?"
"No," very faintly.
Again Knyton was slleut for a few
seconds.
"Why couldn't be stay all night in
atead of going away In a storm like
that?" he asked slowly.
"Why." exclaimed the girl, with a
tart of surprise, "it didn't begin to
rain until after roldnjghtl
Off
"Then y6uheiird It rain," declared
Kayton quickly. I
"Oh, yes!" she said and then, as she
saw the trap, added fulffcrlngly, "Y-e-s."
Kayton was silent until his guze bad
forced the girl to raise ber eyes to his.
His expression was a mixture of bore
dom and impatience.
"I can't help you unless you trust
me," he said, with gentle but none the
less Intended reproof." "What woke
you up?"
Miss Mazuret stared at the handker
chief she was twisting In ber fingers.
"It was a door I heard a door close,"
she faltered.
"Yes?" said Kayton encouragingly.
She moistened her lips, and be could
see the white throat working and
straining in the effort to control her
voice and the emotions that threatened
to wreck it.'
"It it. seemed later than it really
was," she went on.
Again be touched ber band to let the
girl know that be understood and sym
pathized, and she permitted him to
lead her back to ber chair. When be
was again seated beside ber and the
girl was once more comparatively calm
be resumed the Inquiry.
"Did you hear any one go out?"
"I heard the door," Miss Mazuret re
plied, with more firmness than hereto
fore. "But I didn't go down I was go
unhappy!"
"And you heard nothing more, so
you went to sleep?"
"The rain kept me awake for a long
time," she replied mournfully. Kay
tou was silent for a brief space as if
meditating new questions, and in the
pause Manning returned.
"Here are the finger prints, gover
nor," he said.
"One moment. Miss Mazuret," said
Knj-ton, rising and going to meet bis
assistant. "Did you get tbem all.
Joe?"
"All but" Manning nodded toward
Miss Mazuret's back. Kayton took
the sheets of paper and glanced over
them.
"Miss Mazuret," be said almost pleas
antly, "did you know that you were to
be Mr. Argyle's sole heir under the
will?" 1
Tbe girl turned and looked directly
at blm.
"Yes," she said.
If this was the answer be had or
hud not expected tbe detective's face
gave no sign.
"Did you speuk of it to any one?"
he inquired.
"Mr. Argyle asked me not to."
They were looking steadily into each
other's eyes.
"Did you know that he contemplated
changing bis will the day before his
death?" be asked slowly.
"Yes." .The answer came simply
and promptly. "I had been urging
him to do It."
Manning suppressed an unprofes
sional start and stnred at the girl cu
riously. Kayton Inld out a sheet of
paper on the desk and a pad of ink
and courteously motioned Miss Mazu
ret to approach.
"We've taken the finger prints of
every one In the house except you,"
he said.
'Tinger prints!" echoed the girl
wonderlngly. "What do you mean?"
"You understand there are no two
alike In all the world." he explained.
"They're needed for identification pur
poses." Miss Mazuret looked at tbe paper
and pad and at Kayton and buck
again.
"What do I do?" she asked.
"Just lay your fingers on this Ink
pad," he replied, showing her the
method, "and then muke the Impres
sion on this paper."
The girl Imitated him. "I can't hold
my hands stendy," she said pathet
ically. "That doesn't matter," he smiled.
Mary looked at the print on the white
paper and drew back with a little
Bhlver.
"What Is it?" asked Kayton solici
tously, glancing about
"Oh, it's so grewsome!"" murmured
the girl. Knyton looked at the paper
ns If be had never seen it in Just that
light before. Then he smiled and
handed it to Manning, after which he
went to the door and called Bruce and
Mr. Hurley back into the room. He
told Manning in a swift aside that be
wnnted to leave Bruce and Miss Mazu
ret together.
"Mr. Hurley," he said when the gen
tleman had entered, "will you do me
tbe kindness to show me Mr. Argyle'i
bedroom?"
"Certnlnly, Mr. Kayton. Bruce?"
"I'll show you," began the young
man when MIbs Mazuret interrupted.
"I want to speak to you, Bruce." she
said quickly. Hurley bowed to her
and, taking Kayton'a arm, walked out
Into tbe ball. A few seconds later
Manning followed unostentatiously,
leuvlng the door slightly ajar. At the
foot of the stairs Kayton remembered
something Important and sent Manning
on with the lawyer to inspect the bed
room. He softly approached the crack
of tbe door and listened.
"I told the detective," he heard Miss
Mazuret say in a low strained voice.,
"Whnt?" Inquired Argyle.
"Oh, Bruce," cried the girl tearfully,
desperately, "can't you prove that you
didn't come back here that night?"
"Mary," exclaimed the young man,
his voice low, shocked, "I don't know
whnt you menu!"
Kaytoa conld bear the girl druw ber
breath, and he felt extremely sorry fur
ber.
"I was awake. I beard your father
go to the door." she said brokenly.
"Ob, I never meant to tell any one!
But be inude me. 1 don't know bow.
I told blm I wasn't sure. Can't you
prove that it wasn't you?"
Tbe next Instant be bad seized ber
roughly by both anna.
i)
I J: I
"I oan't hold my hands steady," ihl
said pathetically.
"Mary," he cried harshly, "what are
you saying that-you beard father let
me in?" .
"Oh, Bruce," she pleaded plteously, "I
thought I heard your voice I thought
I heard you quarreling!"
Tears were streaming down her face,
but be hardly saw them. His voice
was almost a scream. Kayton bad no
difficulty iu hearing the words.
"What have you been thinking that
I came hack here and quarreled with
my father and how could you think
such a thing?"
"Oh. I didn't think it on purpose,
Bruce Indeed I didn't! Please"
"What did you think?" he fairly bel
lowed, shaking the girl roughly.
"He was always so so violent when
he got angry with you" every word
cost the girl an effort "I thought he
did something made an attack on you
and you had to defend yourself! Of
course" she clung to him plteously
"of course I knew It wag an accident,
Bruce! Don't look like that! Ob,
Bruce!"
There was an Instant of dead silence,
and then Argyle spoke in tones of
barely suppressed grief and rage be
vpnd mere words.
"Have you believed all this time that
I killed my father?"
"I tell you, Bruce," she pleaded,
wringing her bands, "I thought It wns
an accident. I didn't blame you. "I
"An uccident!" be broke out fiercely.
"Why, If such a thing had happened
wouldn't I have called you roused the
house got help? How can you think
such a thing, Mary Mary? Do you
think so now?"
"No no, BruceC'v she choked. "You
couldn't have!"
"You do!" he cried harshly.
Miss Mazuret pressed her face to her
hands and swayed In a paroxysm of
grief. He stood, hard and accusing,
and made no move to soothe her.
"Oh I don't know I don't know!"
she sobbed. "I'm afraid I'm losing my
mind! It doesn't seem possible that
your father was killed! But ho was
he was!"
Argyle waved his clinched fists wild
ly above bis bend. And at that mo
ment Knyton slipped quietly Into the
room.
"Come in, come in, Mr.t Kayton!"
roared the young ninn In a frenzy.
"We've got bold of something nt last
to give out! She" his finger stabbed
at the girl's shrinking form "she
beard me come buck! That ought to
satisfy the public that ought to clear
her! Give tluit out! I can stand It!
I didn't come back!"
And he flung himself from tbe room
as Miss Mazuret collapsed In a chulr.
But as Knyton approached she stag
gered to ber feet uud all but fell lu bis
arms.
"Help us, help us!" she implored
feverishly. "Don't say be came back
here! I was wrong I am sure I was!
He says he didn't come! l'lease don't
tell any one! What have I done?
What have I done?"
Kayton took a firm grip on tbe Blen
der shoulders with his two strong
hands, straightened the girl's clinging
form and gazed into her face gravely,
but kindly.
"I want you to pull yourself togeth
er," he ordered In a tone of authority.
"I'm going to need you I'm couutlug
on you. We need you!"
"Oh, I can't, I can't!" moaned the
girl.
"Yes, yon can!" he Interrupted grim
ly. "You're not that sort of a girl.
You want to clear blm, don't you, as
much as be wauts to clour you?"
"Oh, yes, yes! Ob, I"-
"Well, then, that's all right!" he de
clared heartily, giving the shoulders
a rather vigorous pat as be released
them. "You go to your room. I'll let
you know when I need you."
He turned abruptly away as If to in
dicate that the matter was closed for
the present, and Miss Mazuret dragged
herself slowly, uncertainly to the door.
Just before she passed out he called
her by name, nnd she turned miserably
toward him. He walked up swiftly
and again placed his bands on ber
shoulders.
"Before you go," he said gravely, "I
want you to promise mo that you won't
worry any more. I can't suy definitely
as yet who Is responsible for all this,
but I can till you this much I know
that neither you nor Bruce hud any
thing to do with It."
It is given to few men to win. with
a few mere words, the reward In over
whelming Joy and gratitude that leap
ed to the eyes of tbe miserable girl.
"You do!" she gasped incredulously.
He nodded slowly and smiled. .
"I do."
"Oh. oh!" There was a rush of
sobs. "Thank you, Mr. Kayton."
And she was gone. When Manning
returned some minutes later he" found
his chief staring vacantly up the de
serted ball. Ho coughed and gained
no attention.
"H'm!" he repeated a little more
loudly. "Have you got anything yet I
can work on. governor?"
- Kayton came back to his Job with a
stnrt.
"Wh-whnt?" he demanded, with a
frown.
"I say," repeated Manning deliber
ately, "have you got anything I can
work on?"
"Yes," replied Kayton, with a swift
change to his wonted alertness. "Call
up Wilkle, Joe."
"Chief Wilkle, Washington!" ex
claimed Manning In surprise.
"Yes," snapped bis chief sharply.
"Did you think the secret service had
moved? 0100 Main."
While Manning was deep In a sub
dued but heated argument with the
long distance operator Kayton busied
himself with tbe finger prints.
"Did you get the 'woman's thumb
prints under the edge here, Joe?" he
called out.
"Yes. sir," replied the young man,
with his hand over the mouthpiece.
"The right hand one came .out fine
perfect! Is it the girl?" he ndded as
his chief subjected sheet after sheet to
a close scrutiny under his powerful
pocket lens.
"No," replied Kayton curtly. .
"Is she in the bunch?" inquired Man
ning after another minute's wait, In
which he swore fluently but gunrdedly
at the telephone company, Its works,
equipment and operating staff.
Kayton dropped tbe sheets of paper
on the table and looked up with a
queer light in his eyes.
"Joe." he said, "this woman came
from the outside."
Manning whistled into the telephone
nnd hastily clapped bis hand over the
mouthpiece ngnln.
"Gee!" he grunted. "Thnt's a big
order. Hello! Is the chief in? Mr.
Knyton wnnts to speak to him. Here
he la governor. Just n minute!"
"Cover the doors, Joe!" ordered Kny
ton. taking the phone. Manning
swiftly nnd quietly opened both doors,
peered about, and then stepped ui
into tbe ball.
"Hello, chief!" said Kayton dis
tinctly, but In a somewhat guard
ed tone. "Oh, hard at work! Have
you any record of a counterfeit $100
gold ccrtiticnte-El)73?, E-0-7-3- Don't
you get it? I can't vtiry well. A, B,
C, D. E! Yes, that's It. Series of
1907. Yes, that's It. You hnven'tr
Well, I've got one here thut I thought
might be bad. No-o, but It's a little
light. If it's counterfeit It's the best
one I've seen. No. They must must
V
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V.,...,'--vvu.'-,''i 'v;.' '
"Have you any record of a counterfeit
$100 gold certificate?"
have bleached to get the paper. The
head's a corker. Well, I'll turn it over
to the New York ofllcc. Oh, no! It's
a little murder. No, thanks. Thank
iyou very much, chief. Goodhy."
CHAPTER VIII.
"Trail Hurleyl"
"T AYTON sat examining the bill
until Manning returned with
tho announcement that Mr.
iiuriey wns coming, ivsyton
slipped the banknote into bis pocket.
"Let blm In," bu said.. Mr. Hurley
returned more largely patronizing than
ever.
"Well, how is the mystery getting
along, Mr. Kayton ?" ho Inquired, ac
cepting a clgnr the detective offered
him and pulling It happily.
Kayton paused, lighted match In
hand, and looked up at him with a lit
tle smile of surprise.
"Mystery!" ho exclnlmed. "Why
there's no such thing as a mystery If
you use a llttlo commou sense, Mr.
Hurley. You know, in uu affair of this
sort, you're confronted by a long line
of facts, and you hammer a way until
you break through somewhere." He
lit his cigar and took a puff. "Mr.
Hurley, when you first met Mr. Ar
gyle By tho way, how, did you meet
Mr. Argyle'"
Mr. Hurley carefully brushed tbe
ashes off his clgnr and examined tbe
end of It critically.
"Well, now, Mr. Kayton, I'll tell yon
about that," he said slowly, "I had a
western proposition In which I want
ed to interest him, and I went to his
office, and be proved to le a very ap
proachable man. I laid the matter be
fore him In tho usual way. II took
It up, Investigated It found It was
what I bad said it was, and wa got
together on It suppose that cava
him confidence in me7 Are "you
through here?" he inquired as Kayton
picked up his hat and slipped on a
light overcoat.
"Yes," replied the detective.
"Call me up in the morning if I can
be of any help to you," offered the
lawyer, also making ready to leave.
"I'll be in Pittsburgh," said Kayton
briefly.
"Oh! Yon are going away?" Mr.
Hurley was Interested.
"Yes, for the day. My operatives
have Just rounded up a case there,
aud I've got to see the man and pull
him across. Expect to take the night
train back."
"I'll see you the day after tomor
row, then," Biild the lawyer with a
nod of farewell as he walked slowly
out
"Yes, do," said Kayton.
The detective buttoned ills overcoat,
ran his eye about the room again as
If to make sure be had overlooked
nothing and then turned to his assist
ant with a brief command:
"Joe, trail Hurley."
Manning was not an easily surpris
ed young, man, but now his Jaw almost
dropped with amazement.
"Wh-a-t!" he exclnlmed. "Hurley?"
. Kayton chewed his cigar, and an
amused gleam came to the corners of
his eyes ns he surveyed his assistant
"Haven't you been listening to him?"
he asked.
"No, not particularly," Manning ad
mitted. "Well, you should have," comment
ed his chief grimly. "That's your
business, ne's wny off from normal.
When a man says 'Now I'll tell you
about that' It's one safe bet he's lying.
Trull him!"
Ten seconds later the lawyer had an
ever Invisible but ever present shadow.
Contrary to the copy book wisdom
on the subject swift action Is not a
habit. Persons who habitually hurry
are merely fussy. They seldom accom
plish much beyond an appearance of
activity which Is deceiving to the un
versed, and they nlso succeed in get
ting real workmen nervous and irri
tated. Such people are worse than
nseless in a crisis. It is the even tem
pered man who conserves bis energy
and never hurries until it la absolute
ly necessary, who delivers the awlft
thunderbolts of action that dazzle the
world.
And Kayton'a specialty was conserv
ing and concentrating bis energies.
When he returned from Pittsburgh
be did not know who bad killed Mr.
Argyle. He strongly suspected that
Mr. Hurley knew more than he wag
telling) and bis plaus bad been luld
with a view to eliminating the lawyer
or fastening guilt upon him. He did
not know which would result He
was not guessing. Us bud not made
up bis mind that the lawyer' was In
tbe mesh of the true crime. So be bad
to make certain Just where this figure
stood in tbe gume before be could
proceed along new lines with certainty.
He wus expected at bis office the sec
ond morning after bla departure for
Pittsburgh, and the newspapers con
firmed tbe report of bis return. Tbey
confirmed It by telling In seven columu
headlines what be had done In Pitts
burgh. Lelsehmann. the manager, and Nash,
a veteran uld of the great detective,
who was allowed all sorts of priv
ileges, were awaiting blm in tbe pri
vate olllce and discussing tbe news
from Pittsburgh wbeu Kayton arrived.
The chief carried a little grip and
also some few signs of two successive
ulgbts in a sleeping car, but be seemed
as calmly energetic us ever.
"Hello, boys," be said, with a nod.
"Morning, governor," responded bis
aids. Knyton stripped off overcoat
and gloves, bung his hut and turned to
his desk, rubbing his bands to get the
mopnlng chill out of tbe fingers.
"Is Cortwright out there?" he In
quired without further formality. ,
"Yes."
"Send him in."
Lelscbmann disappeared and there
came presently Into the office a man
of about forty who might have been
cashier of a reliable bnnk. De was
well dressed. His face was round and
bonest. His eyes were bright and bis
speech and gaze were direct and
straightforward.
"Uood morning, governor," ba said
pleasantly, but respectfully.
"Uood morning, Cortwright" return
ed bis chief, looking up with a cheerful
smile, "Tell me about tbls report on
the Argyle case." His band fell on a
mass of typewritten manuscript
"Well, we've run out all the Inside
servants," laid Cortwright "and the
rook and the chauffeur. Nothing
wrung there at all. We've found the
policeman that was oil the beat Ha
hns nothing. Wa looked , up some of
the discharged servants a coachman.
Nothing to that"
"All right That's all," he nodded,
and Cortwright withdrew.
Knyton picked up the receiver of a
desk phone, "rend Joe In here," ba
ordered, and presently Manning walk
ed In wltb a broad, red scratch like a
birthmark on his check.
Kayton grinned nt him. "Hello,
Joe Marked for Identlflcntlou?"
Manning slowly raised both hands to
his face one to feel tenderly of the
wound on his cheek and the other to
rnrrjr to his ttlh tbe upple be was
eating,
"Picked that up trailing Hurley." he
mumbled cheerily, bis mouth full of
fruit "A fresh cop tried to follow me,
and I fell down n lire escape."
"How about Hurley?"
Manning shook his bend dolefully.
"Nothing doing." he snld. "Haven't
been able to Hue him up with any
thing. We know Hurley's back better
than his face. We take blm nut In the
nrnlng nnd trail him around from one
office to another. He don't go Into court.
Nothing busy in bla office but bis tela-
We know Hurley's beok better than
his face." '
phone. " WT tnkel!nhome and pot
blm to bed at night do everything but
hear bis prayers."
"Well, don't lose htm. How aboui
that fake personal?"
"It's planted in the morning paper."
Manning fished one out of his overcoat
pocket nnd opened It and gazed at It
"Sure you got it right?" 'demanded
his chief.
" 'Information wanted regarding "K.
M." Beneficiary Argyle estate. Tol
worthy & Mead. 8t Paul building,'"
read Manning.
"Did the papers bite?" inquired Kay.
ton.
'Well, one of tbe evening papers
played It up yesterday. Their men
beat it to Tolwortby's, and when they
couldn't find out anything tbey chuck
ed lu some more mystery about a new
murder clew and a missing belr to ths
Argyle estate."
Kayton nodded happily. "Well, If
she doesn't see the personal that stuff
ought to reach bur."- The desk pbona
rang, and tbe attendant at the outer
door Informed blm that Mr. Hurley
wus asking for Mr. Kayton. The de
tective's eyes gleamed, and be made a
gesture to .Manning. "Hurley? Send
blm right In. Here. Joe, take these
telegrams" be bunded a number of
yellow sheets "they're all mixed up
wltb a half dozen aliases for each
counterfeiter. Pick out tbe Informa
tion and make me a sort of record of
past performances. Sit over there at
tbe desk" he pointed to one lu a cor
ner and added meaningly "and keep
an ear this way for Hurley."
Manning took off bis cont and bat
and placed himself as ordered. Kay
ton took out a box of cigars, lit one
aud leaned buck lu bis chair, pulling
contentedly us the massive form of tbe
luwyer pushed through the door,
"I Just wanted to speak to you for
a moment Mr. Knyton," suld the law
yer pleasuatly, advancing to tbe desk
and shaking bands.
"Clad to see you any time. Mr. Hur
ley," returned Kayton cordially, offer
ing tbe box of cigars. "I expect to gut
a good deul of assistance from you."
"I don't know about that" laughed
Mr. Hurley, selecting a cigar and
availing himself of the lighted match
the detective held out "But of course,
I'll be glad to do anything 1 can."
Knyton nodded, and bis visitor took
a chair, facing blm.
"By tbe way," resumed Mr, Hurley,
pulling with a smoker's appreciation
of a treat "in line with your theory
that It wns an old servant who was
blackmailing, It occurred to me that
they used to have a coachman who
may bave a grievance because tho
cbnuffeur supplanted blm."
The detective wns Impressed. "Do
you remember bis name?" be Inquired,
picking up a pencil.
'"No, but I suppose the family would
have it"
"Thanks. I'll look him up."
"1 saw the Tolworthy & Mead per
sonal In the morning paper," remnrked
Hurley, "and I thought It might be
a new clew, but tbey say not They
referred me to you."
"Yes," Knyton nodded frankly.
"Tbey consulted ma. You see, It ap
pears that lu Mr. Argyle's will, drawn
up by tbe old bead of the linn, there
wns a legacy to a Miss Nellie Marsh,
There's no knowledge now lu that of
fice of Nellie Marsh, Tho Information
evidently rested only with old Mr. Tol
worthy nnd Mr. Argyle. The firm ask
ed me how to locate her, thinking tbero
ailubt be some scnndul."
"Yes, yes!" chimed In Mr. Hurley,
betraying a busty concealed eugernuss.
"And for Hint reason." continued
Kayton, apparently without noticing
the other's manner, "we used only ths
initials. Did you ever bear Mr. Argyle
refer to a Miss Marsh?"
Mr. Hurley stroked his chin.
"Well, now, I'll tell you nbout that"
bo said rctlecUvely. "When we were
discussing the new will we didn't get
to the lesser legatees."
"Oh, It's too largo a sum to bave
been simply a bequest to an old serv
ant!" protested Knyton. "It runs well
up In the thousands."
""Well, In that case," said Mr. Hur
ley without interest "tbe person will
probably be expecting to be remem-'
bered by Mr. Argyle and show up."
"Ob, yes," agreed Kayton. "The
whole thing may be perfectly Inno
cent but to avoid anytbing unpleasant
for the family the lawyers thought
they had better be on the safe side.
By the way, Mr. Hurley, you under
stand, of course, that tbls is strictly;
confidential?"
Oh, of course of courser exclaim
ed tbe lawyer hastily. Tbe telephone)
bell rang, and as Kayton turned to tht)
Instrument Mr. Hurley rose.
'Well, won't take up any mora of
your time," he said.
'Going so soon? Well, come la
again. Mr. Hurley," Invited tbe detec
tive.
'Thank you, I will," declared tho
lawyer. "I shall be Interested to bear
if there's any new development In ths)
case."
'I'll keep you posted," Kayton as
sured him, and with a nod Mr. Hurley
withdrew.
"Ask Mr. Colt to come right la," said
Kayton Into the phone.
(To be continued.)
SAN DIEGO TO HAVE
GEEAT EXPOSITION:
' united rasss lsuscd win.
San Diogo, Col, Juno 21. Whoa.
President Wilson signed the Kettner -bill
extending to the San Diego expo
sition the same privileges and the
same authority granted to previous ex-
pusitious and to the San Francisco ex
position, the San Diego exposition at
once assumed that rank among world
fairs its scope and character bad pre
pared for it.
Starting with a comparatively mod- '
est plan in 1909, in a city at that Urn
of 39,000 poople, the San Diogo expo
sition was not taken seriously outside
the immediate circle of the city's In
fluence. Steady work of preparation,
dovotiou of capital to the amount of
$50 per man, woman, and child ia" the
city, and a well defined plan for tha
profitable participation of states .and
governments have combined tn place
the San Diego exposition in such a po
sition that it no wbids fair to prove)
as large and more attractive than the
mueh-horoldod fair at Sun Francisco,
which, by the way, is not 50 per cent
as far advanced toward completion as
is that of San Diego. '
Since the day ground was broken,
in San Diego the city has more than
doubled in population, the scope and
character of the exposition has grown
so that no less than $0,400,090 hava
been set aside for its completion.
Many foreign governments as well as
many states have made arrangements
to participate. The exposition itself
is over 50 per cent complete and hun-
lreds of workmen are busy with the
buildings and grounds. Most of the
buildings aro to be permanent struc
tures ami all are to bo of Spanish
uloninl architecture, one of the most
beautiful ?orms of all buildings. , ,
Tho action just completed was out ,
obtained without a struggle. It has
been three years since San Diego first
asked tho government to take official
cognizance of her exposition trojoct.
Tho opposition of persons who hava
since seen the error of such opposition
prevented such recognition almost to
the last, and, oven in tho last few
days tho San Francisco exposition
sought to prevent tho passago of the
Kottner bill.
San Diogo has i;fve bad a thought
of competing with San Francisco for
patronage at hor exposition. She has
hold all along that tho scone and
character of the two expositions are io
ontirely different that there can be no
competition. Whilo others have de
voted their timo to attempting to dis
suade and tear down tho worli she is
duiug, Snn Diego has goao steadily for
ward with hor project until now,' with
the government recognizing hor exposi
tion and placing it oa exactly the sums
footing with that at San Francisco ami
with previous expositions, San Diego
is in position to extond to exhibitors,
be they government, state or private,
more actual benefit from participation
than tbey possibly can derive frem ths
Han Francisco exposition.
Tho govorumont will be ropreonted
at San Diego with exhibits from prac
tically overy bureau and department.
Many Btutes will be represented with
Mpciul buildings, especially thoae that
offer opportunities to settlers and in
vestors. One of the greatest of ex
hibits will be that of tho history and
process of tho mo of water for agri
cultural nnd Industrial purposes, Homo
building, farm building, as dono iu the
Americas will bo shown in anvltons
that will give each state and country
in North nnd South America a chanre
to exhibit what it lias best to offer
to tho In lid hungry man from the east
and Kurope.
With a group of beautiful buildings
et in a perfect landscape, surrounded
by a wealth of trees, vines and flow
ers never before seen iu America, each
building tilled with moct interiwtini)
exhibits of vital human interest, at the
first Vuited Slates port ou the Pacific
north of tho Panama canal, amhomcd
by the govoMiiuon:, S.in largo's expo
sition Is certain to lw one if tlo wort '
famous evcuts, and bonoficial to alt