The Prescott daily news., 1910-04-02

DSNduSC uShcu All. you uePu not smile. I made him give me proof When I got home that night l had q horrible feeling that Addison must have done it. So I waited until he came home. I could hear him moving about in his room. went in and ask ed him where he had been. He began to lie in the usual way. And then I told him murder had been committed at the Ansonia in private room No T. l wish you could have seen his face He never said word. He just stared at me. We'll, it was the longest time before 1 could get anything out. t.of him. Then he explained what had happen ed. He had started for the Ansonia with this woman, but she had changed her mind in the cab, and they had gone to the Cafe de Paris instead and spent the evening there. I said: Addison, put your things right on. We're going to the Cafe de Paris to settle this busi- ness The walters hadn't gone. and they all swore black and blue that Ad, lison told the truth"
 "H'm"' reflected CoqueniI. "I won- der why Anita changed her mind?"
 I'm not responsible fer Anita" an. swered Pussy, with dignified whisk of her shoulders
 You know great deal about this young man who is in prison" he sug- gested
 ''I know he is innocent"
 "l hope you can prove it''
 "Of course I can prove it." she de- c.ared 'M, Kittredge. an old friend. was arrested because he called for my things, but I asked him to do that It's absurdr'
 I'm afraid it's not so absurd as you think. You say he was an old friend. He must have been a very particular kind of an old friend for you to ask a favor of him that you knew and he knew would bring him under suspi- cion. You did know that, didn't you?"
 Go on; l don't mind." she said. q was not in love with M Kittredge Please make that perfectly clear. He was dear, loyal friend, but nothing more"
 Was he enough of a friend to be Jealous of Martinez"
 What was there to make him jeal- ous?"
 Well" smiled Coquenil, "I can imagine that if a dear and loyal friend found the lady he was dear and loyal to having supper with another man in a private room he might be jeal- ous''
 ''tfhe best proof that M Kittredge would not be jealous of me is that he loves another woman"
 ''The girl at Notre Dame?"
 Yes
 But Martinez knew her too. There might have been trouble over her." ventured NJ. Paul shrewdly.
 There was no trouble''
 You never knew of any quarrel be- tween Kittredge and Martinez? No words?"
 Never
 Coquenil now resolved to try a chance shot.
 He said impressively, How about Kittredge's letters to you?''
 He watched the effect anxiously.
 His letters to mer she cried, with start of dismay, while NJ. Paul nod ded complacently "He never wrote me letters-that is, not many--and whatever there were I-I destroyed"
 Coquenil eyed her keenly and shook his head. "A woman like you would never write to man oftener than he wrote to her, and Kittredge had a thick bundle of your letters. It was only Saturday night that he burned them, along with that photograph of you in the lace dress"
 She looked at him in frightened ap- peal. and then, with a gesture of half surrender. For heavens sake. how much more do you know about me-"
 Il know that you have bundle of Kittredge's letters here, possibly in that desk He pointed to charm ing piece of old mahogany inlaid with ivory. He had made this last deduc- tion by following her eyes through these last tortured minutes.
 Tt isn't true. l-I tell you l de- stroyed the letters" And he knew she was lying.
 Coquenil went to the desk and eX- amined it carefully. There were two drawers in raised part at the back; there was a long, wide drawer in front and over this space like a drawer under large inlaid cover hing ed at the back He searched every where here, but found no sign of the expected letters.
 "Well.' he said, with an air of dis