The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-04-09

The picture changed to view of the | Grand Opera House. and at the same 1 moment point of light appeared in 1 the headpiece back of the chair. If 1 was shaded so that the prisoner could not see it. and it illuminated a grad | uated white dial on which was a glass l tube about thirty inches long, the
 whole resembling a barometer Inside
 the tube red column moved regularly
 up and down, up and down. in steady | beats, and Coquenil understood that | this column was registering the beating 1 of Groener's heart. Standing behind | the chair, the doctor. the magistrate 1 and the detective could at the same time watch the pulsating column and 1 the pictures on the sheet. but the pris- 1 Oner could not see the column. What is that?" asked the doctor 1 Groener answered at once The Grand Opera House.
 Good. Now. another" '@The BastiIle column"
 'sAnd this?'
 'tNotre Dame church. So far the beats had come uniform 1y about one in a second. for the mans pulse was slow. At each beat the liquid in the tube shot up six inches
 
 the view of Notre Dame the column rose only three inches. then dropped back and shot up seven inches.
 The doctor nodded gravely, while Coquenil, with breathless interest, with a morbid fascination. watched the beating of this red column. It was like the beating of red blood.
 And this?s
 As the picture changed there was a quiver in the pulsating column, a hes itation with a quick futtering at the bottom of the stroke; then the red line shot up full nine inches. M Paul glanced at the sheet and saw perfect reproduction of private room No. 6 in the Ansonia- And slowly as they look ed two holes appeared in the wall. Then dim shape took form upon the floor, more and more distinctly until the dissolying lens brought a mans body into clear view. body stretched face downward in dark red pool that grew and widened. slowly staining and wetting the polished wood.
 "Groener.' said the magistrate, 'do you recognize this room ?"
 ..No.'' But the column was pu1sing wildly.
 You are lying. Groener." accused the judge. '@Fherer' He signaled the lantern operator, and there leaped forth on the sheet the head of Mar tinez, the murdered. mutilated head, with shattered eye and painted cheeks and the greenish death pallor showing underneath, a ghastly. leering cadaver photographed at the morgue.
 ''Who is it?'' demanded the judge.
 'fI don't know" declared the ac- cused.
 Again the picture changed.
 1'Who is this ?''
 Queen Victoria"
 Here suddenly, at the view of Eng lands peaceful sovereign, Groener seemed thrown into frightful agita- tion. Up and down in mad excite I ment leaped the red column as if the 1 frightened heart were trying to burst 1 the tube with it's squirting red jet. ] The doctor put his mouth close to Co., l quenirs ear and whispered. Its the l shock showing now, the shock that he 1 held back after the body.''
 There! Do you~know these faces?-
 As he spoke there appeared the fake l photograph that Coquenil had found | in Brussels-Alice at the age of twelve | with the smooth young widow.
 Look at the girl in this false pic fure which you had cunningly made in Brussels!'' cried the judge. 'sWho is she? There is the reason for your killing MartfnezI
 Now the prisoners pulse was rum ming wild. faster and faster
 ttAdartinez knew the truth" he went | en: Martinez held your secret. How had Martinez come upon it? The whole aim of this investigation has been to get the secret, and we have got it! GroeEer, you have written this secret for as in words of terror. We knew what Martinez knew when you took his life: we know the story of the medal that he wore"
 T know nothing about this man or his p1edaI,'' flung back the prisoner.
 .sNo? Then you will be glad to hear the ssory. It was q medal of solid gold awarded Martinez by the city of Paris for conspicuous bravery in say ing Eves at the terrible charity ba- zaaR fire. Have you forgotten the de tails nf the charity bazaar freT
 SsI ain not interested in the subject answered the accused.
 -'Ah. but you are. or you ought to be. Hundreds burned to death-think of that! Cowardly men trampling wo- men <nd children. Duchesses buIned ta death. Rich women burned to death? Think of it. Groener, and'- he sigaaIed the operator, ''GHd look ct itg'
 As He spoke the awful tragedy be gan in one of those extraordinary nov Ing pictures that the French make after a catastrophe. Here before them leaped redder flames than ever crac- kled through the real charity bazaar: here were women and children perish ing in more savage torture than the actual victims end ured; here were hor- TOTS riled on horrors. Coqueni1 had seen tais picture in one of the bouIe- rard theaters and straightway after the precious nine second clew of the word test he had sent Papa Tignol of