The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-07-07

first two were perfectly b,IsineSsik,
but the third HAL gave little ssaI
and looked at n.e in an ed way.
made up my mind he had seen the pie
ture before. but couldn't get anythin.
out of him. From here druv,
straight to police headquarters anc
had talk with the chief. An hour
later that photographer was ready t.,
tell me the innernost secrets Of his
soul. He told Tile lie made this pictur
Of Alice and the widow only six weeks
ago."
ask weeks ago." stared the other
But the widow told you 1t was taken
FIVE years ago. Besides. Alice wasni
in Brussels six weeks ago. was shey'
"Of course not The picture was a
fake. made from a genuine one o.
Alice and Il lady. perhaps her mother
This photographer had blotted out th'
lady and printed i'll the widow with
out changing the pose. It's simple
trick in photography"
You saw tAe genuine picture?'
"Of course-that is. | saw a 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 wnodcarver?"
CoQuenil shrugged his shoulders
you like: he didn't so to the photcg
rapher in his woodcarver disguise. FL
went as gentleman in a great hurr!
and willing to pay any price for the
work"
And the smooth young widow liedY
Lied" snapped the detective saw.
agely. "Eshould say she did,"
''Then." cried Tisnol excitedly-"then
Groener is not woOdcarver?"
He may he Il woOdcarver. but he's
great deal more. He-he"- CoQueni
hesitated. and then. with eyes blazing
and nostrils dilating. he burst out
IF ! know anything about my bust
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 Martinez!'
Name of a green dogy' 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-at?'
Her name is Mary, and he is her
, stepfather.'
How do you know that?"
CoQuenil smiled Il found an il
scription on the back Of that Brussels
Photographic mean the genuine one
1t was hidden under a hinged support
and Groener must have overlooked it,
| That was his second great mistake
1t read. TO my dear husband. Haoul
from his devoted wife. Margaret. ana
her little Mary You notice it says
her little Mary. That one word throws
flood of light on this case The
child was not his little Mary"
II see. l 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 must
hurry back to 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. Nj. 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 IL company Of ladies' ard
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
black automobile that was now drawn
F., up beside the larger vehicle. Coque.
nils interest was heightened when be
! overheard passing couple say tina,
these were the guests Of no less per-
J 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 squirrel or a rabbit? 1t
wasn't like Caesar.
Come. come" he reasoned with
friendly Gliding: don't be baby"
| Caesar Srowled in vigorous protest
and. darting away. began circling the
| ground before him. back and forth.
in widening curves, as CoQuenil had
| taught him.
Nj. Paul was puzzled. Evidently
there was a scent here. but what
scent? lie had made no experiments