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a considerable distance from the chair.
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CHAPTER IV.
The Adopted Daughter.
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tions in following out this or-
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The immigration bill, containing the
literacy test, has been passed in the
house by a wide margin, and the out-
look is for a speedy passage of th'e
measure in the senate. Strenuous op-
position was made to the inclusion of
the literacy test, but these efforts from
the nature of the fest included in the
bill seem to have been misplaced. It
should work little hardship on the
prospective immigrant to require him
to read “a printed slip of 33 or 40
words in English or some other lan-
guage, including Hebrew or Yiddish.”
stooped and blew off the dust, and
Kayton ran his eyes over the polished
surface. The great detective shook his
head doubtfully as he scanned the few
fingerprints.
“This is a cold trail, Joe," he said.
“I suppose these are Finley’s. But”—
he indicated two little rows of marks
—“a woman has been holding on here
with both her hands.”
Manning bent over and examined
them.
“That might have been the girl,” he
remarked.
“Yes,” nodded Kayton. “and she was
sitting down. Here are her eight fin-
ger prints. See if you can get her
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THE NEWEST VEGETABLE.
Austin Statesman.
The dasheen is the newest thing in
the way of vegetables. It has been
cultivated for centuries in China and
Japan, where it is highly prized. It is
a relative of the pdtato family several
degrees removed, and while it is a
tuber and can be cooked after the
manner of the potato, it is said to
taste more like boiled chestnuts. The
leaves are much like the elephant ear.
The newly introduced .vegetable
better suited to the South and long
summers than to the colder climates.
If it succeeds it will bring joy to the
housewife as affording new possibil-
ities for the menu. Judging from ad-
vance notices it may also help to re-
duce the high cost of living. Either
accomplishment will assure the dasheen
a cordial welcome.
dexterity and swiftness that spoke of
j long practice. Then the two men
Even while not prepared to accept
the idea that women on the police
force of a city are capable of exercis-
ing an influence in maintaining a larger
degree of peace, it need not be consid-
ered as time wasted to study the work-
ing of the idea where it is being tried
out. The deputy superintendent of po -
lice of the city of Chicago has asked
that the number of women on the
police force of that city be increased
by fifteen and gives as his reason for
making the request that the women
have been remarkably successful in
curbing the disorderly element in
dance halls and he believes they can
be used to good advantage in other
directions, especially against the street
corner loafer and would-be “masher,”
a class with which the male policeman
appears unable to cope.
When the first suggestion of a fe-
male police officer was broached it was
treated as a joke and later looked upon
as an effort of some one to provide
a job for a female who desired a bit
of notoriety; today, the most advanced
police officials have come to the con-
clusion that there is a place for wom-
en on the police force and the Chicago
deputy superintendent wants an addi ■
tional number for the very simple rea-
son that he believes he can make a
better showing for his department if
he has them. If one city gives this
as its experience, it will not be very
long before every large city in the land
will have its corps of policewomen,
whose appointment will not be based
upon sentiment, but purely upon merit.
The use of female detectives is no
new experiment and that they have
proven capable within certain limits is
fully established, their employment on
the regular force should not be looked
upon with misgiving for they are well
qualified to handle a large number of
cases which the male members of the
force are loth to tackle or are lacking
in certain qualities to successfully
handle. It is probable that in the
dealing with young girls who have
made their first misstep and of boys
who are hesitating on the threshhold
of a life of crime, the woman police
officer is much better qualified than
the man, and it is more than probable
that many of these young lives may
be turned from wrongdoing and made
to see matters in an entirely different
light if they should fall into the hands
of some woman who has had experience
with children and knows the way to
reach their better natures.
Prejudice and precedent operate to
keep the women from many positions
for which they are amply qualified. It
may be that as a general proposition
women will not make good peace of-
ficers, but this should not deter any
police official from giving the propo-P
sition a try-out. Whatever comes with
the suggestion of improvement in the
maintenance of law in cities is en-
titled to a fair trial. We have strug-
gled along for years with a system
that has proven itself anything but
perfect, merely because no one has had
the courage to suggest that better re-
sults might be achieved if some new
elements were introduced or some
radically different method were en-
listed, but a more liberal spirt appears
to prevail in these latter days for even
a willingness to include trained dogs
in the police departments of the large>
cities has shown itself and this is
promising if nothing more.
Certainly a big hulk of a man would
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quarreled he cut nim off and left every-
thing to Mary. We didn’t any of us
knew it until yesterday. It’s too bad
to leave Bruce without anything. He's
an artist, you know, and of course
artists can’t make much with their
art. I mean to say if they don’t have
money they never get anywhere un-
less they’re famous or something, and
that doesn't happen very often. Do
you know what I mean?"
Kayton nodded sympathetically, and
Mrs. Wyatt, fortified by another breath
that would carry her several hundred
words, proceeded with her story:
“That night. Mary tells me, there
had been a reconciliation. It’s too bad
it came too late to have him fix over
his will. Mr. Hurley says he talked of
it that very day. Mr. Hurley’s his
lawyer—I mean to say he’s been at-
tending to his affairs lately. I don’t
know anything about them. He’ll be
here himself. I telephoned him and
told him that Bruce had put the case
in your hands and that you were here.
You know, things were getting terri-
ble. Why, the newspapers—they don't
seem to care at all what they say.
Do you know what I mean? Mary’s
prostrated; Why. they might as well
accuse me of murder as Mary.”
Kayton nodded, but his manner had
changed. Having pumped her dry, be
had no more time to waste on a gar-
rulous woman.
“I’d like to see Miss Mazuret," he
said politely, but with a certain ab-
ruptness that amounted to a command.
It had the desired effect on Mrs.
Wyatt who was at the moment med-
itating new flights of oratory.
“Oh, well, I don’t know," she stam-
mered. "I mean to say—if you want
to—I suppose you must. I’ll go right
to her now." And she swept out of
the room, her respect for Mr. Kayton
vastly diminished.
“Joe,” said Kayton crisply, in a low
voice. “You attend to getting the fin-
ger prints of the rest of the family
when you’re done there."
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thumbs under the edge there.” He
moved on around, looking closely at
every square inch. “She doesn't re-
peat,” he said at last. "We‘H have to
take these all, Joe.”
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with both hands as he advanced. Kay-
ton glanced at him, but continued to
address the butler.
“Did Andy come first to you?'"
“He did." nodded Finley. “And it
was me that roused Miss Mary. When
we found he was dead she got Mr.
Bruce and the doctors .here straight
away, and they got the police, and
from that it began—trouble without
end. Reporters besiegin’ us and no
man above suspicion—and slanders in
the papers on all of us, with photy-
graphs of this and that and pictures
out of their own fancy, and the public
in its innocency perverted.”
“Did you hear anything in the night?"
Kayton broke in abruptly, addressing
the newcomer. Andy gazed apprehen-
sively about the room and shook his
head.
“Trust him to hear anything," put in
Finley.
“What time did you go to bed?" went
on Kayton.
Andy fidgeted and looked appealing-
ly at his master.
“He don’t know, sir,” Finley explain-
THE CRUSHING OF THE TIGER.
Houston Chronicle.
Tammany Hall is in the toils. Slowly
but relentlessly its life and influence
are being crushed out. Before it stands
Whitman with his corps of special in-
vestigators, while behind it presses
the better element of New York’s
Democracy.
For more than forty years this or-
ganization has not only dictated the
Democratic policies of its own city
and state, but not infrequently has
made its power felt in the national
councils. It has become a thing of
desecration in the mind of every in-
telligent American, and more than
once its name has been used as a ma-
jor argument against the Democratic!
party.' It has been responsible for a
large portion of that degredation for
which New York is distinguished. It
wrecked one Democratic administra-
tion and destroyed the possibility of
another.
” “Entiroly murmured Kayton.'
“Oh, yea.” Mrs. Wyatt assured him.
“Entirely!"
“How long have you lived here?" he
asked pleasantly.
“Oh, many, many years! I mean to
say—it must be twenty—ever since my
husband died. I’m a widow—do you
know what I mean? I’m a very old
friend of the family, and when Mr. Ar-
gyle adopted Mary he felt that he must
have a woman in the house.”
Kayton nodded and stroked his chin.
“Tell me, Mrs. Wyatt, what were the
relations between Mr. Argyle and his
son?”
Mrs. Wyatt drew a deep breath as
ammunition for another speech. It
was a long time since she had had so
willing and delightful a listener.
“Oh. Mr. Kayton,” she said pan ting-
ly, “that’s something I don’t like to
talk about. It was the only thing we
had to make us unhappy. Do you
know what I mean? Bruce and his
father never seemed to agree about
anything. Why, the last time tbey
The Archbishop of Canterbury, with
reference to the proposed celebration
of a centenary of peace between Eng-
lish speaking peoples, expressed the
hope that part of the fund raised for
the celebration would be devoted to
educational endowment for "reducing
th'e disproportionate share given to the
separation of the United States from
Great Britain in American school text-
books.” Inasmuch as the whole course
of human rights and human liberties
throughout the world was given the
most mighty impetus'on record in the
annals of the human race by the hardy
stand of the American pioneers against
British averice and oppression, it is
quite unlikely that the archbishop’s
desire to minimize an event of such
importance will be realized.
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“Help them!” exploded the ola 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.”
“Well, Mr. 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?”
"I did not," returned Finley instant-
ly, with some traces of his indignation,
but with a manifest change of attitude
toward the new investigator. “I was
quiet in me bed when the man—Andy
—boorst in on me. ‘He’s dead,’ he says,
‘stark dead on the flure in there!’
‘Who’s dead?' I says. ‘Mr. Argyle,’
says he”—
“Who’s Andy?” interrupted Kayton.
“Dan Scully’s boy,” replied -Finley.
“Him that”—
“How long’s he been here?”
“Time out o’ mind, nearly as long as
meself."
“What does he do?”
t “He makes himself useful when I
tell him. He’s a simple soul," 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.
“Who else was in the house?” went
on the detective. Finley wrinkled his
forehead and ticked off the inmates on
his fingers.
“Myself, Miss Mary, the girl, Kitty,
Topp, the footman and the cook " lie
replied. "Mra. Wyatt was away. Mr.
Bruce, Mr. Arsyle’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 man’s face.
“I did not. By 11 o’clock I made
fast for the night, with Mr. Argyle
sittin’ 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, shambling young man, with
a highly nervous manner, clad in the
blue denim of the workman, who had
appeared at the hall door while Fin-
ley was talking, shuffled reluctantly
forward in obedience to the command,
smoothing down his stringy black hair
Charles F. Murphy’s declaration that
he is the "leader of Tammany Hall,
and will remain so,” is typical of the
Political boss’s attitude toward the
rights of his fellows. Mr. Murphy
seems to be of the opinion that the
Tammany Hall Democratic organiza-
tion was originally founded for the
aggrandizement of himself and the
friends. The trend of the times is
against the continuance of such po-
litical ideas.
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ton reflectively.
“On his back. but a little to one
side," corrected Finley. “With the ta
blecloth clutched in his hand. Andy,
lay yourself down there and show the
officer."
Andy started to obey almost mechan-
ically. Then he stopped with a start
and drew back, with the first words he
had spoken since he had entered the
library.
“Not me!” he protested in a trem-
bling voice that did not conceal a rich-
er brogue than Finley’s. “There’s bad
luck to it!”
“Never mind that,” interposed Kay-
ton. “Was the tablecloth dragged
from the table?”
“About halfway, sir," answered the
butler. “And some books on top of
him.”
Kayton lifted the heavy tapestry
cover and peered closely at the pol-
ished wood.
“When was this cover put back?” he
asked suddenly.
Finley scratched his chin and came
nearer.
“That’s hard to say, sir." he said.
Kayton straightened up and his face
was grave.
“It may be very important,” he said
in a low tone that instantly irepressed
the old servant with a new sense of
his responsibilities.
“Well”—Finley was thinking hard—
“I mind I was straightening the room
when one o' the doctors come in and
he stopped me until the coroner should
come, but I had already put back the
cloth an’ the books.”
“Has it been touched since?"
“It has not.” A quick gleam passed
over Kayton’s face and was gone in
an instant. “Not so much as dusted.”
Finley assured him. Kayton nodded
and dismissed Andy, Finley apologiz-
ing for the young manK behavior.
"That’s all right,” the detective told
him. "I want to see the footman, Mr.
Finley."
Finley for an instant regarded him
doubtfully, and then with a “very
good, sir,” went out into the hall. His
coattails had not disappeared before
Kayton and his assistant had whipped
books and cover off the table.
“Let’s see if we’ve got anything
here, Joe,” said the chief. The young
man produced a package of powder
and dusted the top of the table with a
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through the same experience that hap-
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United States is not so necessary to
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ed. “He don't live by the clock. He
goes to bed by habit and.gets up by
habit.”
Kayton shrugged his shoulders slight-
ly and turned to the old butler again.
“Suppose you two arrange this furni-
ture the way you found it that morn-
ing."
But it was the old butler who did it.
Andy followed him about in apparent
willingness to help, but the atmos-
phere of the room seemed to have a
benumbing effect on his muscles.
Finley solemnly, with many pauses
for reflection, moved the chairs out of
the military order and pushed them
about the floor, overturning one near
the table. Andy zealously avoided that
particular spot,
“They were all wheeled about every
which way,” the butler explained as
he finished his task. “Nothin’ was as
it should be. He made a hard fight
to defend himself, God help us! be-
fore they put death to him.”
Kayton nodded abstractedly. He was
studying the new arrangement of the
chairs.
“Where was the body—there?” be
indicated a spot between the table and
the overturned chair.
“It was," declared Finley. ‘‘An’ the
Senator Ransdell of Louisiana in an
impassioned speech before the senate
yesterday turned his oratorical artil-
lery upon the divorce evil and declared
in favor of uniform marriage laws.
There was much common sense in what
he had to say. The laws regulating
marriage, like the laws regulating the
right of suffrage, should be universal
in their application. Representative
Underwood, who is nearer the top of
things in the Democratic party than
Senator Ransdell, has taken a question-
able step in putting himself on record
as favoring local discrimination on
such a fundamental and inherent
right as that of suffrage.
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he produced a small but powerful
camera, part of the contents of a small
black hand satchel that he had drop-
ped near the door and proceeded to
take a number of photographs. He
was arming his chief with an infalli-
ble means of identification.
You probably know that while our
finger tips, with their countless fine
concentric circles and ovals and
sweeping lines, all appear about the
same, no two are identical. In the
various police bureaus of the civilized
nations there are now thousands of the
imprints of the finger prints of con-
victed men, and thousands are added
yearly. Yet of all that vast number
no two are alike.
When made accidentally, on furniture
or glass, for instance, these marks are
practically invisible to the naked eye,
but when the suspected object is treated
to a bath of fine light dust they come
out all a dull gray against the back-
ground and may be photographed and
make an everlasting record.
While Manning was busily absorbed
in this work his chief’s mind was busi-
ly digesting and arranging what little
lie had learned thus far. But present-
ly he was interrupted by the bustling
entrance of Mrs. Wyatt.
“Mr. Kayton?" demanded the lady,
panting a little harder than usual, as
she confronted the famous detective.
“Is there anything you want to ask
me?"
“Yes, I”— began Kayton, with a
rush, but the voluble lady* was not to
be headed off.
“I wasn't here when it happened, you
know," she bubbled. “I mean to say
I don’t know any more about it than
you do, but I suppose you know a
great deal.” She beamed upon him.
“You don’t look at all like a detective,
Mr. Kayton. Do you know what I
mean?”
In spite of his impatience Kayton
smiled and bowed.
“Mrs. Wyatt," he asked, “when did
Mr. Argyle adopt Miss Mazuret?”
“Mary?" exclaimed Mrs. Wyatt, open-
ing her eyes. “Why, I don’t know.
She was just a little thing. I don’t be-
lieve she was more than six, but I real-
ly don’t know much about it. I mean
to say I wasn’t there. It was in San
Francisco, you know. Mr. Argyle and
Mr. Mazuret were the dearest friends."
“What was Mr. Mazuret’s full name?”
Mrs. Wyatt bit her lips and rolled
her eyes in the effort of recollection,
holding her breath the while, with the
result that her reply was a sort of ex-
plosion.
“I think it was John—yes, I know it
was. It was John.”
“What became of her mother?” in-
quired Kayton.
“Oh, she died there.”
“In San Francisco?"
“Yes,” nodded Mrs. Wyatt. “I really
don’t know much about her. Her
maiden name was Marsh — Nellie
Marsh. That’s all I can tell you. I
really don’t know how I remember
that As I said, I never heard much
about the mother except that there
was, some scandal about her.”
Kayton concealed a keen and eager
interest under an assumption of the
mild curiosity of an idle gossip.
“Scandal ?” he replied. “In what
way ?”
“I really can’t say,” replied Mrs.
; Wyatt “Mr. Argyle never could be
persuaded to talk about her. It was
entirely on account of Mr. Mazuret
that he became interested in Mary."
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moment later Finley returned with the
English footman Topp in tow. The
latter looked even more distressed than
Andy when he was dragged into the
room of death. Andy was wounded in
his superstitions—Topp in his sensibil-
ities. He had never heard of murders
in well regulated households. There
was no precedent for it.
He stood at attention two paces into
the room while Finley indicated him
with the air of a museum curator show-
ing off an ordinary specimen.
“This is Topp, sir,” he said to Kay-
ton. The detective glanced at the foot-
man and the footman stared at the
detective.
“I suppose this man had no experi-
ence when he came to work here," re-
marked Kayton, addressing the butler.
“On the contrary, sir,” returned Fin-
ley. “he came wid rif’rinees from some
of the best families."
“Why did they all discharge him?"
demanded Kayton. Topp began to
quake visibly, but his dignity was out-
raged.
“I doubt, sir"— began Finley, when
Topp by a mighty effort propelled him-
self forward and interrupted.
“If you halluded to me, sir,” he said,
addressing Kayton. “I kin sy for my-
self that I've a record in service that
any mar might be proud of."
“How did you come to be mixed up
in this murder?" demanded tne detec-
tive, his dark eyebrows coming togeth-
er and his eyes darting baleful glances
at the servant. Topp gasped and grew
whiter than his speckless collar.
“S’elp me I’d no ’an in it!" he cried
excitedly.
Kayton made an inarticulate sound,
indicative of extreme unbelief.
“That remains to be seen,” he declar-
ed grimly, while Finley stared. won-
deringly from one to the other. “What
were you doing that night?"
“Me. sir?” demanded Topp, with a
start. “I’m a man of early hours and
quiet ’abits. I’d read me evenin’ paiper
an’ was in me bed by ’alf past 10."
“Did you hear anything that night?"
There was almost a menace in Kay-
ton’s tone.
“I go to bed to sleep,” returned the
servant doggedly. “Hit’s not me plaice
to be watchin’ and listenin’.”
Kayton shrugged his shoulders as if
to conclude the inquiry.
“You’re one of these very heavy
sleepers, I suppose.”
“No, sir,” returned Topp. “I’m a
very light sleeper, sir. You kin waike
me with a whisper.”
“How did it happen that you slept
through a murder, then?” demanded.
Kayton quickly.
“I didn’t say I slept through a mur-
der.” protested the footman.
“You say you didn’t bear anything.
What did you do?”
“I ’ad an uneasy night,” replied Topp
reluctantly, with manifest uneasiness.
“And at 3 in the mornin’ I got hup and
opened me window.”
"Did you notice anything unusual?"
demanded Kayton.
The footman hesitated. “I—I can’t
say it was unusual,” he said uncer-
tainly.
“No?” commented the detective, with
unconcealed interest. “What was it?”
Topp drew himself up, remembering-,
that before all else he was a -servant
“it’s not me plaice"— he began.
“What was it?” snapped Kayton,
with an energy that made old Finley
jump.
“What's the matter with ye, man?"
demanded that worthy. “Out with it!"
Topp moistened his lips. “I saw a
light," he said in a low voice.
“Where?" The word cracked like a
pistol shot.
Topp gulped, and finally burst out
in. desperation.
“Well, sir,” he cried, gazing accus-
ingly at Finley, “since you will ’ave it
—it was in th’ room below.”
(To be Continued.)
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