Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-06-09

pened to hear that this American has
a room on the Rue Racine, and I lust
looked in there"
"Ah!" said the judge, and Couuenil
rubbed his glasses n%ervously.
"Our friend lives at the Hotel DIES
strangers, near the corner of the
Boulevard st. Michel" went on Gibe-
lin"
"You examined his thingsY
"Pour sur! 1 spent an hour there"
"Well, WE'LL" broke in M. Paul,
"what did you discover"
Gibelin lifted his pudgy hands dep
recatingly. For one thing 1 discover
ed a photograph Of the woman who
was in No. 6 with Martinez"
"The devil" cried Coquenil.
ut is not of much Importance, since
already you have the woman's name
and address" He shot a keen glance
at his rival.
M. Paul was silent. What humilia-
ton was this!
"How do you know it is the woman's
Photographic" questioned the Judge.
"Ill tell you." replied Gibelin. ~
suppose you know that when this wo-
man slipped out of the Ansonia she
drove directly to the house where we
arrested the American. You knew
that?' He turned to Coquenil.
"No."
"Well, l happened to speak to the
concierge there and she remembers
perfectly q lady in a ~raincoat like the
n this woman escaped in. This lady
sent a note by the concierge up to the
apartment of the sacristan's wife,
where M. Kittredge was calling on AL
ice. The note was for M. K%ittredge. He
hurried down, white as a sheet, and
drove off with the lady. Later they
stopped at his hotel, and he went up
to his room two steps at a time. And
Jean, the garcon, had a good look at
her, and he told Rose, the chamber
maid, and she recognized her as the
woman whose photograph she had
seen in the Americans room"
"Ah. that's lucky!!" rejoined the
Judge. "And you have this photo
graph?"
"No, butt
"You said you found it," put in Co.
quenil.
II did-that is, I found a piece Of it,
a corner that wasn't burned"
"Burned?" cried the others.
eyes," said Gibel1n;. chats what
Kittredge went upstairs for, to burn
the photograph and a lot Of letters
her letters probably. The fireplace was
full Of fresh ashes. Rose says it was
clean before he went up, so 1 picked
out the best fragments. Here they
are" He drew a small package from
his pocket and, opening it carefully,
showed a number of charred or half
burned pieces of paper on which words
in a woman's handwriting could be
plainly read.
"More Fragments" muttered Coque.
nil, examining them. "It's in English.
All, is this part of the Photographic
He picked out a piece Of cardboard.
eyes. You see the photographers
name is on it."
WAITS, Regent street, London" de.
ciphered the detective. "That is some.
thing" And, turning to the judge:
Wouldn't it be a good idea to send a
man to London with this? You can
make out part Of a lace skirt and the
tip of a slipper. 1t might be enough"
That's true" agreed Hauteville.
whoever goes" continued Coque.
nil, "had better carry with him the five
pound notes found on Martinez and see
if he can trace them through the Bank
of England. They often take the names
Of persons to whom their notes are is
sued"
Excellent. I'll see to it at once, ,
and, ringing for his secretary, the judge
gave orders to this effect.
To all Of which Gibelin listened with
a hooking smile. "But why so much
trouble" he asked, when you have
the woman's name and address al
readyY
81 had them, and II lost Them" &C
k~nowledged M. Paul, and in a few
words he explained what had hap
pened.
"Oh," sneered the other, II thought
you were a skilled wrestler!"
"Come back to the point" put il
Hauteville. Had the chambermai6
ever e this lady beforeY
Eyes, but not recently. It seems thai
Kittredge moved to the Hotel de-
strangers about seven months ago, ant
soon after that she saw the lady will
him. She says the lady was young
and good looking"
Gibelin chuckled harshly. II have
kept the most important thing for thu
last. I'm afraid it will annoy my dis
tinguished colleague even thar
the loss Of the leather fragments.
have found the owner Of the pisto
that killed Martinez
Coquenil started.
"Isshould tell YOU also that the ball
from that pistol are identical with thu