Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-04-02

OF ALICE ana the WIDOW only Six weeks
ago."
'Six weeks agow stared the other.
'sBut the widow told you It was taken
five years ago. Besides. Alice wasn't
in Brussels six weeks ago. was sheY'
''Of course not. The picture was
fake, made from q genuine one of
Alice and lady. perhaps her mother.
This photographer had blotted out the
lady and printed in the widow with
out changing the pose. It's simple
trick in photography"
"You saw the genuine picture?"
"Of course-that Is, saw q repro
duction Of It which the photographer
made on his own account. He suspect
ed some crooked work. and he didn't
like the man who gave him the order"
You mean the woodcarver?"
Coquenil shrugged his shoulders.
Call him woodcarver, call him what
you like; he didn't go to the photog
rapher in his woodcarver disguise. He
went as gentleman in a great hurry
and willing to pay any price for the
work."
"And the smooth young widow lied 2"
"Lied!' snapped the detective saw
agely. II should say she did"
'Then," cried Tignol excitedly-"then
Groener is not a woodcarver?"
HE may be woodcarver, but he's a
great deal more. He-he"- Coquenil
hesitated. and then. with eyes blazing
and nostrils dilating. he burst out:
IF / know anything about my BUSH
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 Martinezv'
''Name Of a green dogr' 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-atY'
"Her name is Mary. and he is her
stepfather."
"How do you know that?"
Coquenil smiled. II found an In
scription on the back of that Brussels
Photograph mean the genuine one.
~
and Groener must have overlooked 1t.
That was his second great mistake.
It 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 food of light on this case. The
child was not his little Mary"
81 see. 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 n,ust
hurry back 10 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 NJ.
Paul turned his steps toward beauti-
full cool glade. Here he came into
plain view Of 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 coaching party on a
very smart break. with four beautiful
horses, and some in a flashing red and
up beside the larger vehicle. Coque-
nils interest was heightened when be
overheard passing couple say that
these were the guests of no less per-
son 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? II
wasn't like Caesar.
"Come. come" he reasoned with
friendly chiding; don't be 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.
M. 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
"Cherchey'
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
presently. as he reached more open
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 splendid
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