Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-07-14

TILE MEMORY OF A DOG.
a. was a quarter past 4 and still
night when Coquenil left the
Hotel DIES strangers. He car
~ ried the leather bag taken
from the automobile. A hundred
yards behind him, in exactly similar
dress, came Papa Tignol, peering into
the shadows with sharpest watchful-
ness against human shadows bent on
harming M. Paul. Close to Notre
Dame the leader paused for his COM
panion.
There's nothing" he said as the
latter joined him. "Take the bag and
wait for me, but keep out Of sight"
Coquenil walked across the square
to The cathedral.
He was pleased and confident as he
rang the night bell at the archbishop's
house beside the cathedral, for he had
on precious clew-he had the indica-
ton of this extraordinarily long little
finger. and he did not believe that in
all France there were two men with
hands like that. And he knew there
was n such man, for Alice had seer
him. Where had she seen him?
And presently, after a sleepy saluta-
ton from the archbishop's servant and
a brief explanation, M. Paul was
shown through a stone ~passageway
that connects the church with the
house, and he found himself alone in
Notre Dame. AS he stood uncertain
which way to turn the detective heard
a step and a low growl, and, peering
among the arches Of the choir, he saw
q lantern advancing, then a figure
holding the lantern, then another
'c%rouching figure moving before the
lantern. Then he recognized Caesar.
"Phee-et, phee-et" he whistled softly.
Good old Caesar! There, there!'
murmured Coquenil, fondling the
eager head. tits all right, Bonneton,"
and, coming forward, he held out his
hand.
Wondering, Bonneton led the way to
a small room adjoining the treasure
chamber.
Hey. F%rancois!" He shook a sleep
ing figure on a cot bed. Its time to
make the round"
Francois looked stupidity at Coquenil,
and then, with a yawn and a shrug
of Indifference, he called to the dog,
while Caesar growled his reluctance.
Its all right. old fellow" encour-
aged Coquenil. "Ill see you again."
whereupon Caesar trotted away reas-
sured.
Nov, then," began NJ. Paul, II
want to ask about that girl who sells
candles. She boards with you. You
know she's in love with this Ameri-
a who is in prison?"
II know"
"She came to see me the other day,
and the result of her visit was-well,
it has made a lot of trouble. What
I'm going to say you mustn't tell a
southeast of all your wife,"
"You can trust me-"
ITO begin with, who is the man with
the long little finger that she told me
about?"
"Why. that's Groener," answered
BOnnetOn simply.
"Groener? Oh, her cousin?"
EYES,"
"I'm interested, because I have a
collection Of plaster hands at my
house, and there's one with a long lit
tie finger that the candle girl noticed.
Is her Cousins little finger really very
long?"
'It's pretty long, said Bonneton. II
used to think it had been stretched In
some machine. You know he's a wood
carver"
"Bonneton." continued the detective
mysteriously, 81 don't know whether
it's from her dream or in some other
way, but that girl knows things that
that she has no business to know"
Then, briefly and impressively, CO.
quenil told of the extraordinary reve-
lations that Alice had made not only
to him, but to the director Of the
Sante prison. She's possessed Of dan
gerous knowledge, and I want to know
where she got 1t. I want to know all
about this girl"
Bonneton shook his head. I'VE know
very little about her, and the queer
thing is she seems to know very little
about herself. l believe she 10 per-
fectly honest. Anyhow. her cousin is