The Whitefish pilot., 1910-06-23

found OH the body Of this murdered
man.
How do l know? the beautiful
Mrs. Wilmott replied sharply. 81 spent
the notes in shops; Pm not responsible
for what became of them. Besides,
l am dining out tonight and | must
dress. really don't see any point to
this conversation
"NoY He smiled, and the keenness
Of his glance pierced her like blade
'The point is- my dear lady, that l
want you to tell ne what you were
doing with this billiard player when
he was shot last Saturday night
"1t's false; l never knew the man."
she cried. Its an outrage for you
toto intrude Cn Il lady and-and in
suit her.
"You used to back his game at the
Olympia"
'I'm fond of billiards. Is that
crimc:"
"You left your cloak and small
leather bag in the vestiare at the An
sonia," pursued NJ. raul.
ut isn't true:'
"Your name was found stamped In
gold letters under leather flap in
the bag"
She faltered. It-it was?"
Coquenil nodded. "Ycs. Now, what
were you doing with Martinez in that
room:"
For some moments she Gid not an
swer, but studied him with frightened,
puzzled eyes. Then suddenly her
whole manner changed.
"Now, I will tell you exactly what
happened" And, settling herself near
him, Pussy Wilmott entered bravely
! upon the hardest half hour of her
| life. After all, he was a man, and she
| would Go the best she could.
| "Well," she went on quite charming
ly, 81 have done some foolish things
in my life, but this is the most focl-
ish. did give Martinez the five pound
] notes. You see, lie was to play a
match this week with Russian, and
he offered to lay the money for me-
"But the dinner-the private room?"
| She shrugged her shoulders. 81 went
there for perfectly proper reason.
needed some one to help me. and IL
couldn't ask man who knew me,
sO'-
'"Then Martinez didn't know your
"Of course not. He was foolish
enough to think himself in love with
me, and-weil, l found it convenient
and amusing to utilize him.
"For what?"
Mrs. Wilmott bit her red lips and
then, with some dignity, replied that
she did not see what bearing her pur-
pose had on the case since it had not
been accomplished.
'Why wasn't it Accomplishment" he
asked
because the man was shot"
"Who shot him:"
81 don't know"
"But you We're present in the room
You heard the shot? You saw Mar
tinez fall?''
Eyes, but Now her agitation in.
creased. No one had entered the room
except herself and Martinez and the
waiter who served them, she insisted.
|
when the shot was fired, and he fell
to the floor. That was all.
Coquenil smiled induleently. What
did you do with the auger' he asked.
1.-THE auger" she gasped.
Eyes; it was seen by the cab driver
you took when you slipped out of the
hotel in the telephone girls raincoat."
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"And you threw it into the Seine as
you crossed the Concorde bridge?"
She stared at him in genuine admira-
ton. 'My God, you're the cleverest
man l ever metz
NJ. Paul smiled. II can return the
compliment by saying that it isn't ev-
cry lady who could throw a clumsy
thing like an auger from moving cali
over wide roadway and stone
wall and land it in u river ! suppose
you threw it over on the right hand
side?"
"Yes"
"How far across the bridge had you
got when you threw it? This may
help the divers"
1--WE were little more than halfway
across"
"WhO bought this auger"
Martinez
Ibid you suggest the holes through
the wall?"
"He did,
"But the holes were bored for you
because you wanted to see into the
ncXt roOm?''
YES" in Il low tone.
"And why?'
She burst out in fash Of feeling.
Because | knew that wretched dane
ing girl was going to be there with
"Yes?" eagerly.
"With my husband!'
'Iehen your husband was the person
you thought guilty that nightY" CUES
toned COQuenil.