The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-31

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 CoQuenil sIl.4eu grInIy. "He is an amiable person for whom I am prepar- ing a-a little surprise.''
 .Oh! And what about the chest of drawers?"
 'It's about one particular drawer, the small upper one on the right hand side. Better write that down.
 ssThe small upper drawer on the right hand side," repeated Alice.
 "I find that M. Kfttredge always kept this drawer locked. He seems to be a methodical person, and want to know if he remembers opening 1t a few days ago and finding it unlocked. Have you got thatT'
 tsYes.''
 "Good!. Oh, one thing more Find out if M Kittredge ever suffers from rheumatism or gout-''
 The girl smiled "Of course he does not. He is only twenty-eight.''
 Please do not take this lightly, mademofselle,' the detective chfded gently. .'It is perhaps the most im- portant point of all- His release from prison may depend on it.''
 It was after when Alice left the
  ton. She came to an open place where she recognized Bartholdi's famous Bel fort lion. Then she knew her way, and. hurrying along the Boulevard Arago, she came presently to the gloomy mass of the Sante prison, which. with it's diverging wings and galleries, spreads out like great gray spider in the triangular space between the Rue Humboldt, the Rue de la Sante and the Boulevard Arago.
 No sooner had the guard heard that she came with a note from M. Paul Coquenil than he showed her politely to small waiting room. A door open ed, and a hard faced, low browed man of heavy build bowed to her with crooked, sinister smile and motioned her into his private office. It was Nj. Dedet, the chief jailer.
 She wanted to speak with the Amer ican, M. K1ttredge. who had been sent here the night before-she wanted to speak with him alone
 The jailer snapped his teeth and nar- rowed his brows in hard stare. Did Paul Coqueni1 send you here for that?" he questioned
 Yes. sir,'' answered the girl, and her heart began to sink. 'fYou see, it's a very special case and''-
 Special case,'' laughed the other harshly- "I should say so. It's a case of murder"
 sBut he is innocent, perfectly inno- cent" pleaded Alice.
 S'Of course. but if I let every mur- derer who says he's innocent see his sweetheart-wen, this would be a fine prison. No, nc. little one" he went on, with offensive familiarity, 'tI am sorry to disapIoint you, and I hate to refuse M. Paul, but it can't be done. This man is au secret, which means that he must not see any one except his lawyer
 Alice did not move. She had been sitting hy a table on which a large sheet of pink plotting paper was spread before writing materials. And as she listened to the directors rough words Ehe took up a pencil and twisted it -srvously in her fingers. Then, with increasing agitation as she realized that her effort for Lloyd had failed she began without thinking to make. little marks on the blotter and then written scrawi-an with singular fixed look in her eyes. You'll have to excuse me,'' said the jailer gruffiy. Alice started to her feet. "I-I beg your pardon" she said weakly. Her distress was so evident than even this caIloused man felt thrill o1 pity and stepped forward to assist her And as he passed the table his eye fell on the plotting paper Why, what is this?'' he exclaimed eying her sharply. "Oh. excuse me. sir.' begged Alice | ''I have spoiled your nice blotter. l am so sorry!' Never mind the biotter. but He bent closer over the scrawled words | and then, with troubled look, ''Dit 1 you write this ?' ''Why-er-why-yes, sir, I'm afrai,' I Gid,'' she stammered-
 Don't you know you did ?'' ''I-I wasn't thinking she pleaded in fright.
 He went to his desk, picked up a printed form. filed it out quickly and | handed it to her.
 ''There.' he said and his voice wa almost gentle, 'I guess I don't quite l understand about this thing" Alice looked at the paper blankly. 1 ''But what is it?' she asked 'It's what you asked fora permit l to see this American prisoner, by spe- l ciaI order.