The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1910-07-07

Nor did | until this morning." he
smiled. "Since then I-well. as my
friend Gibelln says. haven't wasted
my time"
your friend GibellnY repeated Al
Ice. not understanding.
Coquenil smiled grlmly. "IIe is an
amiable person for whom | am prepar-
Ing IA little surprise"
"Oh! And what about the chest OF
wers?"
ITS about one particular drawer,
| the small upper one on the right hand
side. Better write that down"
The small upper drawer on the
right hand side" repeated Alice.
81 find that NJ. Kittredge always
kept this drawer locked. He seems TO
be n methodIcal person. and want 10
know II he remembers opening It a
few days ago and finding 1t unlocked.
Have you got that?"
Yes"
Good! oh. one thing more. Find
out II 81. Klttredge ever suffers from
rheumatism or govt"
The girl smiled. "Of course he does
not. He Is only twenty eight"
please do not take this lightly.
mademolscllc," the detective chided
gently. ut is perhaps the most i'm
portant point OF all His release from
prison may depend on It,"
II was after g when Alice left the
circular railway at the Montrouge sta
ton. She came to an open place where
she recognized Bartholdi's famous Bel
fort lion Then she knew her way,
and, hurrying along the Boulevard
Arago, she came presently TO the
gloomy mass Of the Sante prison, l.
which. with its diverglng wings and
galleries. spreads out like great gray
spider in the triangular space between
the Rue Humboldt. the Rue de la
Sante and the Boulevard Arago.
No sooner had the guard heard that
she came with Il note from NJ. Paul |.
COquenil than he showed her politely
to small waiting room. A door open
ed, and a hard faced low browed man
of heavy build bowed to her with a
crooked, sinister smile and motioned
her into his private Office. 1t was NJ |
Dedet, the chief jaller.
She wanted to speak with the Amer
lean, NJ. Kittredge who had been sent
here the night before-she wanted to
speak with him alone.
The jaller snapped his teeth and mar
rowed his brows in hard stare. Did
Paul CoquenIl send you here for that?"
he questioned
Yes, sir" answered the girl. and
her heart began TO sink. you see. it's
a very special case and
Special case" laughed the other
harshly. 81 should say so. It's
,ase of murder"
But he is innocent, perfectly limo
,ent," pleaded Alice.
"Of course but II let every muir
ierer who says he's innocent see his
'weetheart--wel. this would be a fine
Prison. No, no. little one" he went on,
With offensive familiarity. II am sorry
o dlsappolnt you, and hate to refuse
4. Paul. but IL can't be done. This man
au secret, which means that he must
lot see any one except his lawyer"
Alice did not move. She had been I
lifting by table on which a large {
beet OF pink blottinG paper was spread ,
efore writing materials, And as she
stened to the directors rough words
he took up a pencil and twisted It
ervously I'm her fingers. Then, with
agitation as she realized
hat her effort for Lloyd had failed.
he began without thinking to make
tile marks on the blotter and then
'rltten scrawl-all with a singular
xed look I'm her eyes
you'll have TO excuse me-" said the
liler grufiiy.
Alice started to her feet. I'll beg
our pardon" she said weakly.