Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1910-04-28


"Yes."
"You remember what told your
The old man looked hurt. "Of course
1 did. I haven't touched It. Nothing
could make me touch 1t"
Again Coquenil rejoined the seam
stress. Thanks. my good woman" he
said. Now go right back to your
room and don't breathe a word Of this
to any one"
A few moments later Coquenil and
the commissary and Papa Tignol were
standing In the courtyard near two
green tubs of foliage plants between
which the pistol had fallen. The door
keeper Of the house had Joined them.
'See here" said the detective, ad-
dressing him. "do you want to earn 8
francs7" The doorkeeper frightened
'I1l make it TO-" continued the other,
''if you do exactly what / say. You
are to take a cab-here IL the money
and drive to Notre Dame. At the right
of the church Is a high iron railing
around the archbishops house. In the
railing is an iron gate with a night
bell for extreme JUNCTION. Ring this
bell and ask to see the sacristan Bon
neton, and when he comes out give
him this" Coquenil wrote hastily on
card. ITS an order to let you
have a dog named Caesar-my dog;
he's guarding the church with Bonne-
ton. Pat Caesar and tell him he's go
ing to see NJ. Paul-that's me. Tell
him to jump in the cab and keep still.
He'll Understandable knows more than
most men. Then drive back here as
quick as you can"
Coquenil began at once with ques-
tions to M. Gritz about private room
No. Z. Who had reserved this room,
and what had prevented the person
from occupying it? NJ. Gritz replied
that No. had been engaged some
days before by an old client who, at
the last moment. had sent a petit bleu
to say that he had changed his plans
and would not require the room. The
petit bleu did not arrive until after the
crime was discovered. SO the room re-
mained empty. More than that, the
door was locked--locked on the out
side, with the key in the lock.
"Then any one coming along the
corridor might have turned the key
and entered No. ~
ut is possible" admitted NJ. Gritz.
''but very improbable. The room was
dark, and an ordinary person seeing
10 ~
eve are not talking about an ordi-
nary person." retorted the detective:
eve are talking about murderer.
Come; we must look into this" and he
led the way down the corridor. nod
ding to the policeman outside No. 6
and stopping at the next door, this last
in the line, the door to No. I.
"You know | haven't been in there
yet" He glanced toward the adjoin-
ing room of the tragedy; then, turning
the key in No. Z, he tried to open the
door,
"Hello! It's locked on the inside
tooP
''Tiens! You're right" said Gritz as
he rumpled his scanty locks in perplex-
ity.
"Some one has been inside-some
one may be inside now"
The proprietor shook his head and
rather reluctantly went on to explain
that No. was different from the 9TH
er private rooms in this-that it had a
separate exit with separate stairs lead
ing to an alleyway between the hotel
and wall surrounding it. The alley
way led to gate in the wall opening
on the Rue Marboeuf.
AS Cequenil listened his mouth
drew into an ominous thin line and
his deep eyes burned angrily.
IN. Gritz." he said in cold, cutting
voice. you are Il man of intelligence;
you must be- This crime was COM
mirted last night about 8 o'clock; it's
now half past in the morning. VIII
you please tell me how it happens that
this fact Of vital Importance has been
concealed from the police for over six
hours?"
why" stammered the other, I'll
don't know"
Art yOu ny AhB " ohAClO DOhiS OAaNs
Who is this man that engaged No. n"
Gritz shook his head unhappily. Il
don't know his name. We have to be
discreet in these matters
But what do you call himT' per-
sisted Coquenll. "You must call him
"In speaking of him we call him
the tall blond He has been here
several times with woman he calls
Anita"
The detective shrugged his shoul-
ders. Some one has been here and
locked this door on the inside.
want 1t opened"
"Just a moment" trembled Gritz.
81 have a pass key to the alleyway
door Wen go around"
They left the hotel by the main en-
trance and we're just going around into
Rue Marboeuf when the concierge
from across the way met them with
word that Caesar had arrived.
"Caesar?" questioned Gritz.
He's my dog. Ph-heet! Ph-eet'
All. here he is"' and out Of the shad-
ows the splendid animal came hound
ing.
They had entered the courtyard now
and Coquenil led Caesar to the spot
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