Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1910-05-09
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the man before her had come into her
establishment that afternoon and pre-
vailed on woman at a table. to
whom he had introduced himself, to
go out and drive a few blocks with
francs. He assured her that he would
not require her company for over sew
en- or eight minutes. She accepted the
offer She knew that he had never
met the woman before Now the wo-
man in question was brought in. She
had been traced by Tignops men. She
corroborated what Nine. Cecile had
said. and both hurried out.
Now. sir. what have you to say?"
demanded the judge, facing the pris-
oner
Nothing"
At this the judge leaned over to Co
quenil, and after a few low words he
spoke to the clerk. who bowed and
went out.
The Judge resumed, do you also
deny that you have a room, rented by
the year. in the house Of Nine. CecieP
Il know nothing about such a ROOM"
declared the other.
Il suppose you didn't go there to
change your clothes"
Certainly not"
"Call Jules" said Hauteville. The
clerk reappeared with a large leather
bag.
"Open it," directed the magistrate.
"Spread the things on the table Groe-
ner, what about this wig and false
beard?"
Groeher walked deliberately to the
table.
1--WE never seen these things be-
fore. | know nothing about them," he
said.
The judge looked up and said quietly
to the guard Take of his handouts,
coat and shirt. boots and trousers"
The guard obeyed.
NJ Paul whispered to Hauteville.
Take off his garters and pull up his
drawers. l want his legs bare below
the knees"
IFS an outragew cried Groener.
OlGuCC, blls SluAGu TUE
Coquenil stood by in eager watchful-
ness as the prisoners lower legs were
uncovered.
"Ahr' he cried in triumph. II knew
it! Therew He pointed to an egg
shaped wound ON the right calf. two
red semicircles in the white flesh.
IT'S the first time eUer marked
man toith mV teethP'
What made that mark on your
leg?" asked the judge.
IL was bitten by dog"
ITS wonder you didn't shoot the
dog" flashed the detective.
"What do you mean?" retorted the
other.
Coquenil bent close, black wrath
burning in his deep set eyes, and
spoke three simple words that seemed
to smite the prisoner with sudden
fear. "Oh. nothing. RGOul"
So evident was the prisoners emo
tion that Hauteville turned for an ex-
PLANTATION to the detective. who said
something under his breath.
NClH NClJ 1hlpOL
reflected the magistrate. then to the
accused, NOW want you to put on
the things that were in that bag"
mo" he cried hoarsely 81 won't
do it! I'll never do it"'
Both the judge and Coquenil gave
satisfied mods at this sign of break
down. but they rejoiced too soon, for
by a marvellous effort of the will the
man recovered his self mastery and
calm.
After all" he corrected himself,
what does It mattery III put the
things on" He donned the boots and
garments Of the woodcarver.
'There"' said the prisoner when the
thing was done.
But the judge shook his head.
you've forgotten the beard and the
wig Suppose you help make up his
face" he said to the detective.
M. Paul fell to work zealously at
this task. and, using an elaborate col
lection of paints. powders and brushes
that were in the bag. he presently had
accomplished a startling change In
the unresistiBg prisoner He had lit
orally transformed him into the wood
carver.
If you're not Groener now" said
Coquenll, surveying his work with
satisfied smile. "I'll swear you're his
twin brother. It's the best disguise
ever saw. I'll take my hat off to you
on that"
Extraordinary" murmured the
judge "Groener, do you still deny
that this disguise belongs to your"
Il do"
"You haven't young cousin known
as Alice GroenerT
NO"
During these questions the door had
opened silently at sign from the
magistrate. ana Alice herself had en-
tered the room
Turn around" ordered the judge
sharply. and ms the accuycd obeyed be-
came suddenly face TO face with the
girl
st the sight of him Alice started 10
and fear and cried out, "Oh.
Cousin Adolf."
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