Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-07-14

Lied" snapped the detective saw
agely. 81 should say she did,"
"Then," cried Tignol excitedly-"then
Groener is not a w~oodcarver?"
HE may be a woodcarver, but he's a
great deal more. He-he'- Coquenil
hesitated. and then, with eyes blazing
and nostrils dilating. he burst out:
eff I know anything about my bust
ness he's the man who gave me that
left handed jolt under the heart. He's
the man who choked your shrimp
photographer. He's the man who kill
ed Martinez!'
"Name of a green dogw muttered
Tignol.
Coquenil went on, He isn't her
cousin, and she isn't Alice, and he will
be at Bonneton's house tomorrow"
"Wha-at?"
Her name is Mary, and he is her
stepfather."
GLOW do you know that?"
Coquenil smiled. II found an in
scription on the back of that Brussels
Photographic mean the genuine one.
1t was hidden under a hinged support.
and Groener must have overlooked it.
That was his second great mistake.
1t read, TO my dear husband. Raoul,
from his devoted wife, Margaret, and
her little Mary You notice it says
her little Mary. That one word throws
a flood of light OF this case. The
child was not his little Mary"
II see, I see," reflected the old man.
"And Alice? Does she know that
that she isn't Alice?"
mo"
"See here" suddenly said Coquenil;
we've talked too much. You must
hurry back to Alice. Better take an
auto. And, remember, Papa Tignol,"
he added in final warning, there is
nothing so important as to guard this
girl"
A few moments later, with Caesar
bounding happily at his side, M. Paul
entered the quieter paths Of the great
park. With the dog at his heels M.
Paul turned his steps toward a beauti-
full cool glade. Here he came into
plain view of a company of ladies and
gentlemen who, having witnessed the
review, had chosen this delightful spot
for luncheon. They were evidently
rich and fashionable people, for they
had come as a coaching party on a
very smart break. with four beautiful
horses, and some in a flashing red and
black automobile that was now drawn
up beside the larger vehicle. Coque-
niPs interest was heightened when he
overheard a passing couple say that
these were the guests of no less q per-
o than the Duke of Montreuil, whose
lavish entertainments were the talk of
Paris.
So they went on together. master
and dog, and were passing around on
the far side Of the coaching party
when suddenly Caesar began to nose
the ground excitedly. Then, running
to his master, he stood with eager
eyes, as If urging some pursuit.
The detective observed the dog in
| surprise. Was this some foolish whim
to follow a squirrel or a rabbit? 1t
wasn't like Caesar.
"Come, Gomez he reasoned with
friendly Gliding; don't be a baby"
Caesar growled in vigorous protest
and, darting away, began circling the
ground before him, back and forth,
in widening curves, as Coquenil had
taught him.
NJ. Paul was puzzled. Evidently
there was a scent here, but what
scent? He had made no experiments
with Caesar since the night of the
crime, when the dog had taken the
scent Of the pistol and found the alley
way footprints. But that was ten
days ago. The dog could not still be
on that same scent. Impossible. Then.
deciding quickly, he gave the word,
"Cherche!"
On through the woods went Caesar,
nose down, tail rigid, following the
scent, moving carefully among the
trees and once or twice losing the
trail. but quickly finding it again, and
ground, running ahead swiftly, straight
toward the coaching party. Coquenil
realized the danger and called loudly
to the dog, but his voice was drowned
by the cries Of ladies on the break,
who, seeing the bounding animal,
screamed their fright. The dog was
flying full at the break, eyes fixed,
body tense, and now, with a splendid
effort, he was actually hurting him
self through the air when among the
confused figures on the coach a man
leaned forward suddenly. There was
a sharp report, and then Coquenil saw
Caesar fall back to the ground.
my dog, my dogv he cried, coming
up to the stricken creature.
One glance showed there was moth
ing to be done. The bullet had crash
ed into the broad breast In front Of
the left shoulder. and-it was all over
with Caesar.
"You cowards" flung out the heart
sick man. "You have killed my dog"
Then some n on the break said,
GfvyYo I.~5