The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-04-04

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 ssThen why did you quarrel with Martinez p demanded the judge.
 Because he was interfering with a woman whom did love and would fight for.''
 sFor Gods sake, stopr' whispered the lawyer.
 Then you consider your love for mean the girl at Notre Dame2''
 ssYes' =
 You consider your love for her a fine, pure love in contrast to the other Iove2s'
 aThe other wasn't love.''
 As Vaudeville listened his frown deepened, his eyes grew. harder. That's all very fne,'' he objected, ssbut if you hated this woman why did you risk prison, and worse, to get her things? You knew what you were rIsking, I suppose 2'
 ssYes, knew"
 Why did you do fl?
 Kittredge hesitated s'I did it for for what she had been to me. It meant ruin and disgrace for her, and well, if she could ask such a thing I
 
 debt, and-I paid mine.''
 The judge turned to Mrs Wilmott, Did you know that he had ceased to love you 7''
 Pussy W11mott, with her fine eyes to the floor, answered almost in whisper, fsYes, knew it."
 ssDo you know what he means by saying that you would have spoiled his life an6i-and all that?sz
 sN-not exactly
 You do knowi' cried the American. "You know had given you my life In sacred pledge, and you made a piayfhing of it. You told me you were unhappy, married to a man you loath- ed, dull brute. But when I offered you freedom and my love you drew back When I begged you to leave him and become my wife, with the laws sanction, you sai6 no, because I was poor and he was rich. You wanted me, but you wanted your lux ury too. Love! What did you know about lover You wanted me along with your ease and pleasures, and you couldn't have me on those terms. NoF'
 "On the whole. think he's guilty" concluded the judge an hour later, speaking to CoquenIL
 "Queery' muttered the detective s.He says he had three pairs of boots.'' sCoquenfi had drawn two squares of shiny paper from his pocket and was studying them with a magnifying glass. Suddenly his face lighted, and he sprang to his feet. 'sGreat God of heaven!. he cried in excitement, his eyes glued to the magnifying glass, his whole soul concentrated on those two pieces of paper, evidently photo graphs.
 what is it2 What have you foundy' asked the judge.
 The alleyway footprints are not identical with the soles of Kittredge's boots.,'
 .But you said they were. The ex- perts said they were.'
 We were mistaken. They are al \ most identical, but not quite. In shape and size they are identical In the number and placing of the nails in the heel they. are Identical. In the worn places they are identical, but when you compare them under the magnifying glass this photograph of the footprints with this one of the boot soles you see unmistakab1e diff ferences in the scratches on separate nails fin the heel, unmistakable differ ences. There are slight differences in size, in position, in wear. They are not the same set of na1ls- It's i'm possible Look for yourself. Com pare any two and you'll see that they were never in the same pair of boots.''
 Tt seems true; it certainly seems true" Vaudeville grumbIet .'but how do you account for it? Coquenil smiled. .Kittredge told you he had three pairs of boots. They were machine made and the same size. He says he kept them all going, so they were all worn approximately alike We have the pair that he wore that night and another pair found in his room, but the third pair is miss ing. It's the third pair of boots that 1 made those alleyway footprints. I think we shall have found Martinez's murderer when we find the man who stole that third pair of boots,, unless Kfttredge lied when he told that girl he had never suffered with gout or rhenmatism.''