The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-24

and hungry wayfarer-
 Drawing up before the imposing en
 trance, they saw two policemen ol
 guard at the doors, one of whom cam
 forward quickly with word that M
 Gibelin and two other men from head
 quarters had already arrived. =.
 @Is Papa Tignol here?'' asked Go quenil.
 'Yes, sir,'' replied the man, salutine
 respectfully.
 1 Before go in, Lucien, you'd better
 speak to Gibelin,' whispered M. Paul ] 'It's little delicate. He's a good de 1 tective, but he likes the old school
 methods, and he and never got on
 very we1l.
 Good! I'll be back in a moment ' l and, pushing his way through the
 crowd of sensation seekers that block ed the sidewalk. he disappeared inside the building.
 M. Pougeot's moment was prolonged
 to five full minutes, and when he re-
 appeared his face was black.
 Such stupidftyi'' he stormed.
 ''1t's what expected,'' answered
 Coqueni1.
 "Gibelin says you have no business here. He's an impudent devil! Tell Beau Cocono.' he sneered, to keep his hands off this case. Orders from head quarters I told him you had busi- ness here, business for me, and Come on, I'll show 'em.''
 He took Coquenil by the arm, but the latter drew back. "Not yet. have a better idea. Go ahead with your re- port. Never mind me.''
 tBut I want you on the case,'' insist ed the commissary
 fsT'II be on fho ca Se all rirht
 tI'll telephone headquarters at once about this,' insisted Pougeot- When shall see you again?''
 Coquenil eyed his friend mysterious 1y. t.I think yot'u see mo before the night is over. Now get to work, and,' he smiled mockingly as he departed, give NJ. Gibe1in the assurance of my distinguished consideration.
 As NJ. Pougeot mounted to the first floor he was met at <the head of the stairs by little yellow bearded man with luminous dark eyes, who came toward him, hand extended.
 t.Ah, Dr. Joubertr' said the commis- sary. a singular case.''
 At the same moment a door opened and Gibelin appeared. He was rather l fat, with small, piercing eyes and a reddish mustache. His voice. was harsh, his manner brusqUe, but there | was no denying his intelligence.
 Gibelin withdrew while Pougeot pro- ceeded with his duties.
 In general plan the Ansonia was in | the form of a large E. the main part | of the second floor, where the tragedy took place, being occupied by public lining rooms, but the two wings, in with Parisian custom, con- aiming q number of private dining ,ooms. In each of the wings were sev- en of these private rooms, all opening 'n dark red passageway lighted by ;oft electric lamps. It was in one of he west wing private rooms that the .rime had been committed.
 M. Pougeot paused at the turn of the corridor to ask some question, but he vas interrupted by burst of singing n the left, a roaring chorus of hi arity.
 ''It's banquet party" explained the octor, "a lot of Americans They ont know what has happened.'
 "Hah"' reflected the other. "Just cross the corridor .toov'
 Then briefly the commfssary heard 7hat the witnesses had to tell him bout the crime. It had been discov- red half an hour before, more precise 7 at ten minutes to 9, by a waiter, Jo- 9ph, who was serving a couple in No
 a dark complexioned man and a -rikingiy handsome woman. They ad arrived at quarter before and i le meal had begun at once. Oddly l nough, after the soup the gentleman t id the waiter not to bring the next ] purse until he rang, at the same time z inn 0IT9(r TF1%D HNSr ' ece, whereupon Joseph had nodded Is understanding. . Ten minutes! Fifteen minutes! Jo- { ,ph knocked discreetly, then again fter a decent pause. and finally, ( cary of waiting, he opened the door.
 moment later he started back, his 7es fixed with horror. Grand Dieur' he cried 7 You saw the body, the mans , 'dy?" questioned the commissary. f'Yes, sfr.'' f "And the woman?" : 'lAh. ] forgot stammered Joseph f She had come out of the room before 2 lis, wnne 1 was waiting. She asked ( here the telephone was, and I told r 1T it was on the floor below q Did any one see her leave the ho f l?'' demanded Pougeot sharply, look r g at the others. S Its extraordinary" answered tn, t 'ctor, but no one seems to have seen r is woman go out'' q Again Pougeot turned to the waiter. O What sort of woman was she? il dy or--or not?' v Joseph clucked his tongue admiring F
 She was a lady, all right, and
 sumner! Oh, there's one thing t orer' 2 You can tell me later. NoW, doc q r, we'll look at the room. I'll need