The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1910-08-18
Through the Wall
By
CLEVELAND MOFFETT
Copyright 1909, by D. Appleton & Co.

Nieih i'"ppSaiSu WIN " ioi Sc iS"thci
bag.
open It," directed the magistrate.
Spread the things on the table. Groe-
ner, what about this wig and false
beard?"
Groener walked deliberately to the
table.
I've never seen these things be
fore. know nothing about them" he
said.
The judge looked up and said quietly
to the guard. Take of his handouts,
coat and shirt. boots and trousers"
The guard obeyed.
NJ Paul whispered to Hauteville.
Take off his carriers and pull up his
drawers. l want his legs bare below
the knees"
ITS an outrage" cried Groener.
"Silence, sirr' glared the magistrate.
Coquenil stood by In eager watchful-
ness MS the prisoners lower legs were
! uncovered.
"Ahr' he cried in triumph. 81 knew
It! There" He pointed to an egg
! shaped wound on the right calf, two
red semicircles In the white flesh.
'ifs the Grst time | eUer marked
man Nth my teethF'
What made that mark on your
| leg?' asked the Judge.
IL was bitten by a dog"
ITS wonder you didn't shoot the
dog" flashed the detective.
What do you meanY retorted the
other
Coquenil bent close, black wrath
burning In his deep set eyes, and
spoke three simple words that seemed
to smite the prisoner with sudden
fear, ''Oh. nothing Ra0ulp
So evident was the prisoners emo
ton that Iauteville turned for an ex-
PLANTATION to the detective, who said
something under his breath.
VERY strange! Very Important
reflected the magistrate, then to the
accused. "Now | want you to put on
the things that were In that bag"
NO. he cried hoarsely. 81 won't
do 1t. I'll never do IT.
Both the judge and Coquenil gave
satisfied mods at this sign of break
down, but they rejoiced too soon, for
by a marvellous effort of the will the
man recovered his self mastery and
calm.
After ALL" he corrected himself,
what does ii matter? I'll put the |
things on" He donned the boots and
garments OF the woodcarver.
There" said the prisoner when the
thing was done
But the judge shook his head.
you've forgotten the beard and the |
wig. Suppose you help make up his
face" he said TO the detective.
NJ. Paul fell to work zealously at |
this task. and using an elaborate col
lection Of paints, powders and brushes
that were in the bag. he presently had |
accomplished startling change in
the unresisting prisoner. He had lit
orally transformed him into the wood
carver.
IF you're not Groener now" said
Coquenil. surveying his work with a
satisfied smile. I'm swear you're his
twin brother It's the best disguise 1
ever saw. I'll take my hat off to you
on that"
Extraordinary" murmured the
Judge. "Groener. do you still deny
that this disguise belongs to you?"
II do"
You haven't a young cousin known
as Alice Groener"
mo"
During these questions the door had
opened silently at sign from the
and Alice herself had en-
tered the room.
Turn aroundr' ordered the judge
sharply. and as the accused obeyed he
came suddenly face to face with the
girl.
At the sight of him Alice started In
surprise and fear and cried out. "0h,
Cousin Adolfr c
Am | talking to you with your
voice? Pay attention-tell me [
am IL" asked the prisoner. $
Alice shook her head in perplexity. a
Its not my Cousins voice." she adj I
mitted. I
The prisoner pulled Off the beard and a
wig. Now the girl retracted her origi- Il
nal Identification. I
"And It's not your cousin" declared |
he prisoner. Then he faced the judge.
is it reasonable that | could have i
lived with this girl for years in so in
innate way and been wearing u dis
guise all the time? It's absurd. she
has good eyes she would have de- h
tected this wig and false beard. Did
you ever suspect that your cousin
wore wig or false beard?" he asked !.
Alice.
mo" she replied. 81 never did"
you see" he triumphed to the mag I
Istrate, ''she can't identify me as her il
cousin for the excellent reason that l.
I'm not her cousin. tell you I'm not r
Groener.' !,
'Who are you then?" demanded the
judge.
You have no business to ask unless
you can show that 1 have committed
4 crime, which you haven't done yet" {
Here Coquenil whispered to the t
Judge. G