Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-02-24
Copyright 1909 by D. Appleton 6 Co.

lantern operator and there leaped forth
ON the>sheet the head of Martinez, the
murdered, mutilated head with shat
tered Eye and painted cheeks and the
greenish death pallor showing under
meath. A CHASTITY, leering cadayer in
collar and neclStie, dressed up and
photographed at the morgue. and now
flashed hideously at the prisoner out
Of the darkness. Yet Groener's heart
pulsed on steadily with only a slight
q~uickening, with less q%uickening than
Coquenil felt in his own heart.
who is it?" demanded the judge.
Il don't know declared the ac-
cused.
Again the picture change
Who Is this?'
Napoleon Bonaparte."
And this?'
prince Bismarck"
"And thisg"
Queen Victoria
Here, suddenly, at the view of Eng
lands peaceful sovereign, Groener
seemed thrown into friglltful agi-
ton, not Groener as he sat on the
chair, cold and self-contained, but
Groener as revealed by the unsus-
pected dial. Up and down in mad ex-
element leaped tia red column with
many little breaks and quiverings at
the bottom of the beats and with ire
mendous up-shootings as II the fright
ened heart were trying to burst the
tube with its squirting red jet.
The doctor put his mouth close to
Coquenils ear and whispered, Its the
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held back after the body"
Their he leaned over Groener's Shout
der and asked kindly, DO you feel
your heart beating fast, my friend?'
NO" murmurel the prisoner. my
my heart is beating as usual
You viii certainly recognize the
next picture" pursued the judge. 1T
shows a woman and a little girl! There.
Do you know these faces. Groener?'
As he spoke there appeared the fake
photograph that Coquenil had found in
Brussels, Alice at the age OF II with
the smooth young widow.
The prisoner shook his head. II don't
know them-I never saw them"
"Groener," warned the magistrate,
there is no use keeping up this denial,
you have betrayed yourself already"
No. cried the prisoner with a SUI
preme rally OF his will power, II have
betrayed nothing-nothing," and, once
more, while the doctor maryeled, his
pulse steadied and strengthened and
grew normal.
What a mani" muttered Coquenil.
1--WE know the facts" went on
Hauteville sterIfly. we know why you
killed Martinez n why o disguised
yourself as a wood carver"
The prisoners face lighted with a
knocking smile. III you know all that,
why waste time questioning me?"
You're a good actor. sir. but we
shall strip off your mask and quiet
your impotence. Look at the girl in
this false picture which you had cum
ningly made in Brussels. Look at herl
Who Is she? There is the key to the
mystery! There is the reason for your
killing Martinez! He knew the truth
about this girl"
Now the prisoners pulse was run
ming wild, faster and faster, but with
no more violent spurtings and leap
ings; the red column throbbed swiftly
and family at the bottom OF the. tube
as if the heart were weakening.
"a hundred and sixty to the min
ute" whispered Duprat to the Anagis-
trate. 1T is ~dangereus to go on
Hauteville shrugged his shoulders.
Martinez knew the truth he went
on. Martinez held YOU secret. How
had Martinez come upon 1t? Who
was Martinez? A billiard player, a
shallow fellow, vain of his c~onquests
over silly women. The last man In
Paris, one would say, TO interfere with
your hich nllrnnses or nenefrafe the