The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-09-17

him in disgust. His humility. fr1 face of his apparent guilt. outraged our in telligence.
 'Listen!" exclaimed the girl. whose wonderful eyes held me beneath her spell. "I will explain what happened to me that night. I left my mother in the Hotel Metropole at 10:30. and instead; of going to bed I took a cab to Radcliffe Gardens expecting to meet MT. Cough. The door was open ed by a woman, whom I naturally supposed to be Mademoiselle Popescu, for the telegram had given her name. She apologized for her servants hav- ing gone to bed, and invited me into the drawing-room. telling me that MT. Cough would arrive presently. Scarce ly had I seated myself when there was ring at the door. and she went to it. I heard MT. Cough, express sud- den surprise at her dress, then I over heard her exclaim "Sh-sh!" warningly. and this set me thinking. On enter ing the drawing-room. the lady's man. ner suddenly changed. for still stand ing, she charged him openly with hav-
 
 Vienna. adding that two police off, ficers were outside. and that she was about to identify him as the murderer We were both struck dumb. M, Cough. who had come there in re- sponse to a telegram signed with my name, protested "his innocence but faintly. as though he was well aware that circurnstantial evidence was against him. A long and very heated argument ersued. At last Marie said: You do not leave this house free man. You were jealous of my mistress and you killed M'sieur Pau,!'i
 MT. Garshore was not present ?". asked Myra.
 "No; I never saw him." was FL frida's quick response. '"There was a struggle, MT. Cough hurling an orna- ment across the room in his endeavor to escape. The woman. who had lock- ed the doors. sent me through the folding @doors to the window of the next room to motion to the police out .side, I went. peered through the Vene- tian blinds, but could not see anybody. On returning in my excitement a few moments later I found to my dismay. that a curtain had been torn down, and the young woman was lying upon the floor gasping: You hear! she calculated with great difficulty, tit-it was m 'sfeur-m' m'sieur-who-' and she sank back. her jaw held rigid in the last ~7e sm of death. Upon the table saw a knife, and turning to MT. Cough when I realized the terrible truth. demanded of him what had oc- cured. He explined that he had brought the weapon for his own pro- lection. suspecting he was to meet his bftterest enemy, Garshore. although he had come there in response to an urgent telegram purporting to be signed by himself. The police some how discovered that I had been in the house, but the statement I made in order to shield myself only further in criminated MT Cough
 Its true." declared Granny, his big clean-shaven face pale and haggard. T took that knife from your room. Phil. It was the only weapon I could get at that hour. Alone with that woman Marie T tried to escape. But she held me. and wrecked the place. took the knife from my pocket in a frenzy of madness. hoping to thus frighten her, and get away from the place, Elfrida being in the next room. But the woman was cool and defiant. She laughed in my face. and taking up her mistress big silver-topped bot tie of smelling salts sniffed it, in or der. I suppose, 70 calm her nerves. Ten seconds later she staggered, turn ed pale as death. and sank upon the floor. believed that her heart had failed through fright at my desperate action and my threats for I saw her lips turning blue and a slight white foam appearing upon her mouth. FL frida returned in a few seconds. and I pointed out that she was dying. In a few moments life became extinct. and we both fed mystified. puzzled. each pledging the other to absolute secrecy. And there,'' he concluded, 'tyou have the entire truth!' A few seconds of strained silence en- sued. It was Garshore who spoke. To be Continued)