Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-04-06

very strange. very Important.
reflected the magistrate, then to the
accused, '.Now / want you to put on
the things that were in that bag"
'No! he cried hoarseiy. II won't
do 1t! I'll never do itv'
Both the Judge and Coquenil gave
satisfied mods at this sign Of break
down. but they rejoiced too soon, for
by marvellous effort Of the will the
man recovered his self mastery and
calm.
"After ALL" he corrected himself,
"what does it matter? I'll put the
things on" He donned the boots and
garments OF the woodcarver.
'Therev' said the prisoner when the
ching was done.
But the Judge shook his head.
you've forgotten the beard and the
wig. Suppose you help make up his
face" he said to- the detective.
NJ. Paul fell to work zealously at
this task, and, using an elaborate col
lection Of paints. powders and brushes
that were in the bag. he presently had
accomplished a startling change in
the unresisting prisoner. He had lit
orally transformed him into the wood
carver.
IF you're not Groener now" said
Coquenil. surveying his work with
satisfied smile, "I'll swear you're his
twin brother. It's the best disguise l
ever saw. I'll take my hat of to you
on that"
ssENvtra ordinarvW ruruurod tho
judge. "Groener, do you still deny
that this disguise belongs to you"
81 do"
''You haven't young cousin known
as Alice Groener?"
mo"
During these questions the door had
opened silently at sign from the
magistrate, and Alice herself had en-
tered the room.
Turn aroundv' ordered the judge
sharply. and as the accused obeyed he
came suddenly face to face with the
girl.
At the sight of him Alice started in
surprise and fear and cried out, ooh.
Cousin Adolf''
IAN l talking to you with your
cousins voice? Pay attention-tell me
am II" asked the prisoner.
Alice shook her head in perplexity.
cts not my Cousins voice. she ad-
mitted.
The prisoner pulled off the beard and
wig. Now the girl retracted her origi-
nal Identification.
"And it's not your cousin declared
the prisoner. Then he faced the Judge
els it reasonable that l could have
lived with this girl for years in so in
innate way and been wearing dis
guise all the time? It's absurd. She
has good eyes. She would have de-
tected this wig and false beard. Did
you ever suspect that your cousin
wore wig or false beard?' he asked
Alice.
NO." she replied. II never did,"
'tYou see," he triumphed to the mag
istrate, "she can't identify me as her
cousin for the excellent reason that
I'm not her cousin. tell you I'm not
Groener."
''Who are you then?" demanded the
judge.
"You have no business to ask unless
you can show that l have committed
a crime, which you haven't done yet
Here Coquenil whispered to- the
Judge.
Certainly" nodded the latter, and,
turning to Alice, he said, 'You may
CO."
The girl left the room, followed by
M. Paul.
Coquenil soon re-entered, followed
by the shrimp photographer, who was
evidently much depressed. The shrimp
turned to the prisoner and started for
he cried. "That is the man who chok-
ed me-"
"One moment" said the magistrate.
'What is your name?"
Alexander Godin,' piped the pho
tographer.
ION the night of July you attacked
man passing along the balcony of
the Hotel des strangers? Is that corr
rect?"
The photographer put forth his thin
hands. palms upward, in mild protest.
ITO say that attacked him isis q
manner Of speaking. The fact is he
he"- Alexander s.roked his neck rue
fully.
II understand he nearly choked you.
The marks of his nails are still on
your neck?"
'They are. SIR
els this prisoner the MANI"
''Tll swear to it,
Good. Now stand still. Come here,
Groener. Reach out your arms as II
you were going to choke this young
man. Put your left hand on his neck.
with the nails Of your thumb and fin
gers exactly on these marks. There is
the thumb-right! Now the first finger
good! Now the third! And now the
little finger! AIR
The nails of the prisoners left hand
correspondent exactly with the nail
marks on the shrimp photographers
neck!
Ito Be Continued.)
A Fortunate Texan.
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