The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-04-13
CHAPTER xxI
AT THE TRIAL.

N~WAHa11 uGDdllS O1 Lu0 aOuTS Cu1t followed remained blurred mem.
 I orieS in the minds of Alice and - her rescuer. They wandered in a strange subterranean region of pas. sages and cross passages that widened and narrowed, that ascended and de. scended, that were sometimes smooth under foot, but oftener blocked witt rough stones and always black as night. Surely no more pathetic pair than these two ever braved the mazes of the Paris catacombs.
 At any rate, through the ghastly her TOT of darkness and weakness and pain there presently came hope-fick- ering torches in the distance, then faint voices and the presence oi friends, some workingmen, occupied with drainage repairs, who produced stimulants and rough garments and showed them the way to the upper world, to the blessed sunshine.
 An hour later M. Paul and Alice were in clean, cool beds at a private hospital near the commisSaryS house with nurses aEd doctors bending over them. And on a chair beside the girl battered and blackened, sat Esmer aida, while under the detectives pill low in an adjoining room was the scorched but unharIned diary of De Heidelmann-Brucki
 During tic weeks that Coquenil and Alice lay in the hospital, slowly recov. ering from the shock and their burns the time swung around for the trial of Lloyd Eittredge on the charge of murdering Martinez, the billiard play CT.
 Itswas a delightful September after. r1naIa Tbo nna1-.troor7a in fho DaIoiS de Justice was crowded with fashiona fbles intent on witnes ing the trial of Lloyd Kittredge. Pussy Wilmott, in her most fetching gown, sat well down in front. A distinguished looking man pressed through the crowd and wae given a seat on the platform occupied by the three judges. ''The Baron de Heidelmann-Bruckn whispered eager tongues as the nobleman was thus hon ored. Yes; it was the baron, intent on witnessing the last act in the awful drama he had inaugurated.
 And now, suddenly, the blow fell As the prosecuting officer scared along in his oratorical flight a note was passed unobtrusively to the presiding judge, a modest little note folded on itself without even an envelope to hold it. For several minutes the note lay 4A4AOIA(C0S S4CA LLC J0AECS WILL Ge1I IC less eye, glanced over it; then he start ed, frowned. and his quick rereading showed that spark of something had flashed from that scrap of paper.
 The presiding judge leaned quickly toward his associate on the right and whispered earnestly, then toward his associate on the left, and one after another the three magistrates studied this startling communication, noddins learned heads and lowering judicial eyebrows. The public prosecutor blazed through his peroration to an fnatten tive bench.
 No sooner had the speaker finished than the clerk of the court announced 8 brief recess, during which the judges withdrew for GelIberatfon and the au dience buzzed their wonder. During this interval the Baron de Heidelmann. Bruck looked frankly bored.
 On the return of the three an an. N<gB neenlent was made by the presid. ing judge that important new evidence in the case had been received, evidence of so unusual a character that the judges had unanimously decided to in- terrupt proceedings for public hear ing of the evidence in question. Itl was further ordered that no one De al lowed to leave the courtroom under any circumstances.
 CTo be cofItiaued.)