The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1910-09-01

pulse was slow. AT each beat IN
liquid IN the tube shot up six niche
aud then dropped SIX inches. bur u
the view OF Notre Dame the column
rose only three inches. then dropped
back aud shot up seven inches.
The doctor nodded gravely. Will,
Coquenil. with GREATNESS interest
with morbid fascination. watched
the beating of this red column. IL wa,
like the beating Of red blood.
"And this?"
As the picture changed there was q
! culver In the pulsating column. II hes
! itatiOn with quick tluttering AT the
1 bottom of the strolse: then the red
/ line shot up full nine inches. NJ Pau
4 glanced NJ he sheer aud saw perfect
4 reproduction OF private room No q In
the Ansouin Aud SLOWLY MS they look
( ed two holes appeared In the wall.
( Then Il dim shape took form upon the
floor. more aud more distinctly until
( the dissOlving lens brought Il mans
body INTO clear view. n body stretched
face downward in dark red pool that
and wetring the polished wood
"Groener." said the magistrate. do
you recognize this room?"
No" But the column was pulsing
wildly.
You are lying, Groener" accused
lantern operator. and there leaped
forth on the sheet the head of Mar
tineZ. the murdered. nmtilated head.
with shattered eye and painted cheeks
and the greenish death pallor showing
underneath. n ghnstly, leering cadaver
photographed AT the morGue.
who is it?' demanded the judge.
Il don't know" declared the ac-
cused.
Again the picture changed.
who Is this?'
Queen Victoria"
Here suddenly, at the view of Eng
lands peaceful sovereign, Groener
seemed thrown into frightful agita-
ton. Up and down in mad excite
ment leaped the red column as if the
frightened heart were trying 10 burst
the tube with its squirting red jet.
The doctor put his mouth close to Co
quenil's ear and whispered, Its the
shock showing now. the shock that he
held back after the body"
There! DO you know these faces?"
As he spoke there appeared the fake
photograph that Coquenil had found
in Brussels-Alice at the age of twelve
with the smooth young widow.
Look at the girl in this false pic
ture which you had cunningly made
in Brussels" cried the judge. "Who
is she? There is the reason for your
killing Martinez"
Now the prisoners pulse was run
ming wild, faster and faster.
Martinez knew the truth" he went |
on; MARTINEZ held your secret. How
had Martinez come upon IL? The |
whole aim OF this investigation has |
been TO get the secret. and we have got
H.. Groeuer. you have written this |
secret for us in words of terror We |
know what Martinez knew when you
took his life; we know the story of
the medal that he wore"
II know nothing about this man or
his medal" flung back the prisoner.
NO? Then you will be glad TO hear
the story. II was medal of solid
gold awarded Martinez by the city of
Paris for conspicuous bravery in saw
ng lives az the terrible charity ba-
.aar tire. Have you forgotten the de-
ails of the charity bazaar tire?"
Il am not interested in the subject"
answered the accused.
"Ah, but you are. or you ought to be.
hundreds burned 10 death-think of
hat! Cowardly men trampling wo-
nen and children. Duchesses burned
o death, Rich women burned TO
eath Think of 1t. Groener, and
lie signaled the operator. and look at
IT,
As he spoke The awful tragedy be-
au i'm one of those extraordinary NOV
lg pictures that the French make ,
fter q catastrophe. Here before them ,
capped redder flames than ever crac-
led through the real charity bazaar:
ere were women and children perish
az in more savage torture than the ,
ctual victims endured: here were hor- ,
ors piled on horrors Coquenil had .
cen this picture in one of the boule- '
ard theaters. and straightway after
he precious nine second clew of the
'ord test he had sent Papa Tignol or /,
Or IL poSthaste. II the mere words >
charity bazaar" had struck this man
umb with fear. what would the thing
self do-the revolving. CHASTITY thing?
Then suddenly the tension snapped;
lie prisoner sprang to his feet. and, I,
airing his arm from the leather q
eeve. he faced his tormentors des-
srately@
mo. no. no" he shrieked. you .
ogs. You cowards." u
Put the handouts on him." ordered Il
u
what does all this proven the pris-
Ter screamed in rage. Nothing!
othing, You make me look at dis
lsting. abominable pictures, and why
couldn't my heart beat? Anybody's e
art would beat If he had heart"
The fudge Went on in a tone as keen S