Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1908-12-29


wise. SO long as we speak just what Is
In our minds. There need be no formal
ity or method, since this won't help Ms
in any way"
( Then, passing before me, he said In
low voice.
what do you think Of that ehf
( What scenel Could you have Thought
of that? III make little piece out
of IT FOR the vaudeville" And hi, rub
bed his hands with glee.
! / turned my eyes oh M. Stangerson.
The hope he had received from the
doctors latest reports. who had stated
that Mile. Stangerson might recover
from her wounds, had not been able
to efface from his noble features the
marks Of the great sorrow that was
upon him. He had believed his daugh-
ter to be dead, and he was still bro
ken by that belief His clear, soft blue
eyes expressed infinite sorrow.
"Now. M. Stangerson," said NJ. de
Marquet, with somewhat of an impor-
tant air, "place yourself exactly where
,ou were when Mile. Stangerson left
you to go to her chamber"
M. Stangerson rose and, standing at
a certain distance from the door of the
yellow room, said In an even voice and
without the least trace of emphasis, a
voice which can only describe as a
dead voice:
81 was here. About IL o'clock, after
/ had made a brief chemical expert
ment at the furnaces of the labora-
tory, needing all the space behind me,
l had my desk moved here by Daddy
Jacques, who spent the evening in
cleaning some of my apparatus. My
same desk with me. When it was her
time to leave she rose, kissed me and
babe Daddy Jacques good night. She
had to pass behind my desk and the
door to enter her chamber, and she
could do this only with some Difficult
ty-that is to say, was very near the
place where the crime occurred later"
"And the desk ?" 1 asked, obeying, in
thus mizing myself in the converse
ton, the express orders of my chief.
LAS soon as you heard the cry of Muir
dery followed by the revolver shots
what became Of the desk?"
Daddy Jacques answered.
eve pushed it back against the wall
here, close to where it is at the present
moment, so as to be able to get at the
door at once"
/ followed up my reasoning, to
which, however, 1 attached but little
Importance, regarding it as only a
weak hypothesis, with another ques-
ton.
might not a man in the room, the
desk being so near to the door, by
STOPPING and slipping under the desk
have left it unobserved%
"You are forgetting" interrupted NJ.
Stangerson YEARLY, that my daughter
had locked and bolted the door, that
the door had remained fastened, that
we vainly tried to force 1t open when
we heard the noise and that we were
at the door while the struggle between
the murderer and my poor child was
going on Immediately after we heard
her stifed cries"
rose from my seat and once more
examined the door with the greatest
care. Then I returned to my place,
with a despairing gesture.
eff the lower panel Of the door," !
said, could be removed without the
whole door being necessarily open the
problem would be solved. But unfortu
nately that last hypothesis is untena
BILE after an examination Of the door.
It's of oak, solid and massive. You
can see that quite plainly in spite Of
the injury done in the attempt to
iurst it open"
"Ah," cried Daddy Jacques, "it is
an old and solid door that was brought
from the chateau. They don't make
such doors now. We had to use this
bar of iron to get it open, all four of
us, for the concierge, brave woman she
is, helped us. 1t pains me to find them
both in prison now"
Daddy Jacques had no sooner ut
tered these words of pity and protesta-
tion than tears and lamentations broke
out from the concierges. l never saw
two accused people crying more bit
terly. l was extremely disguised. Even
if they were innocent, | could not un-
derstand how they could behave like
that in the face of misfortune. A dig
nifed bearing at such times is better
than tears and groans, which most Of
ten are feigned.
Now. then, enough of that SWIVEL
ing" cried NJ. de Marquet, land in
your interest tell us what you were
doing under the windows of the pavil-
ion ut the time your mistress was be-
ing attacked, for you were close to
the pavilion when Daddy Jacques met
you"
1--WE were coming to helpv they
whined
"If we could only lay hands on the
murderer he'd never taste bread
again. the woman gurgled between
her sobs.
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