Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-05
ROGER LAR0QUE.
Adapted and Translated from the French
 of Jules Mary.
BY OLIVE HARPER.

",vhy, yes, sir played in the garden, and wntered my flowers, and 1 made big bouquet of roses for tho dinner table, and then played with my new big doll, which mamma gnve mo that morning because was seven years old that day. And then helped mamma, end we made my doll Q lovely blue satin dress and we put it on, and VIC made her hat just like it. That was all, I think. "
 @But in the evening-atter the lamps were ightedr'
 "I did nothing. I staid by mamma, who was teaching me verse to say to papa; but l did not say it until the next morning, because papa did not come home until was in bed"
 You forget many things"
 "That may be; I don't know"
 "Do you know how late it was when you went to bedT'
 q do not know. Perhaps mamma could tell you"
 aWhen you were on the balcony what did you sec in the streets"
 sNothing"
 "Did you not sec a man, tho very ono you were waiting for, your fathers Did you not see him go into your neighbours houses Did you not call him, and then say: Look, there goes papa into the neighbours house, and an instant after heard a pistol shot, which must have frightened yous Now, tell mo tho truth, my child"
 "No, sir; and I do not know what you mean" And tho courageous child looked at her mother with an infinite tenderness. Henriette was seated near the window, where she could sec Suzanne without being seen by Lacroix, who was vexed and humiiiated by his lack of success with these two weak creatures, who were still too strong for him.
 "Madame," l" said Lacroi1 suddenly, "I would bc obliged to you if you would leave mo alone with this child few minutes. From your room you can hear all we say"
 Henriette rose and walked feebly to her room, where shc dropped, an inert mass, on the first chair. sNow then, dear, listen to me. In obstinately refusing to tell mo what you saw you arc doing great harm to your father. Why will you not tell me all you saw and heard! Who are you afraid of7 Did your mother tell you to keep silents 1t she did she was wrong l do not want to harm your father. Thero arc people, though, who pre- tend that they saw him go night before last into M. Larouette's house to kill him and take his money. You love your father, am sure, and want him to come back to you. We'll, if they provo that he went there he can never come back, and perhaps they will send him away to prison, and you will never sec him again. Perhaps even they would do wores than that. It depends upon you whether he ever comes back or not. You saw the man who killed Larouette. If it was your father do not tell me, but if it was somebody else, do not be afraid to speak,"
 During this artfully arranged speech the poor little girl had tried to stifle her sobs, and now, almost bursting with restrained grief, fear and terror, she sobbed brozenly:
 ''I don't know what you want of me. can not say what do not know, and know nothing and saw nothing. What makes you cause mo such grief7"
 Tho tears chased each other down that pale child's face in veritable torrents, and she stood before him without so much as trying to wipc them away, her little hands hanging helplessly by her side
 ="I am sorry have caused you trouble, poor little one. Go and join your mother" And Suzanne triumphed in that terrible struggle of man of the world, magistrate and a commissaire of the police against a simple child.
 "Shc had learned her lesson. I thought as much."
 At this moment some ono rapped on tho door leading from tho hall, and two men en- tered. They were Tristot and Pivoiot, who had come to tell M. Lacroix that this morn
 
 office, Ruo Saint Maur, and examined at Nnco by commissaire of the judiciary. Profting by the presence of these two detec- tives at the Villa Montalais, they proceeded to search the premises for anything which might seem to them useful in establishing their evidence against Roger. This search was not fruitless, as they found in Rogers dressing room the clothes which Roger had worn the night of the crime, the gray coat with its cape, a pair of brown pantaloons, which were torn; high gray hat, with a narrow black band, dented and soiled Iris tot and Pivolot, who had been at work since the previous day, knew that these were un- the clothes that Roger had worn on the day of the murder.
 "Loolz at the coat, pantaloons and overcoat and hat Do you know them?" asked Lacroix of Henriette.
 "Yes; they are my husbands"
 "Did your husband tell you how this hat was crushed and coat and pantaloons became so soiled and torn2'
 She made negative sign.
 sHave you tho keys to this secretary and the bureaua"
 In few moments every nook and corner was searched and the papers, money, every thing that could possibly bear upon the case AAoA0 AAASO pe@SAe@SOs e1AoAS5 In one of the bureau drawers M. Lacroix found small silver handled revolver of six barrels, five of which were loaded and one empty, and it was of size which would carry just such ball as the doctor had ex- tracted from the dead mans breast. The three men took their departure, carrying with them the clothes, papers and revolver.
 "We shall have to return tonight toward 10 or Il o'clock for an experiment. which I wish to mako. Will you please wait our comings" said Lacroix, as they were about to go.
 Henriette bowed without speaking. She had reached the limit of her forces and could no longer resist.
 At about Il Lacroix returned, accompanied by Tristot and Pivolot, and it was Henriette herself who opened the door for him. She had tried to imagine what could be their object, but vainly. And after all, what did it matter? It would only be one torture more. Neither of the detectives entered the house with M. Lacroix. They remained in the gar den, while he mounted to the parlor, where he said:
 II must ask your permission, madame, to go into your room for Q few minutes only"
 "What do you wish to doa"
 "You shall see. It is an experiment."
 He went into the room. Suzanne was not in bed. She had begged so hard of her mother not to make her go to bed until they should have gone.
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