The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-06-02

i"iiHS Is an iron gate with night
Del fer extreme JUNCTION. Ring this
beil and ask to see the sacristan Bon
neton, and when he comes out give
him this" Coquenil wrote hastily on
a card ITS an order to let YOU
have a dog named Cacsar-my dog;
mes guarding the church with Bonnie
ton. Pat Caesar and tell him he's go
Ing to see NJ. Paul-that's me. Tell
MIN to jump in the cab and keep still.
He'll understandable knows more thaa
most men. Then drive back here az
quick as you cam
CoQuenil began at once with cues
tons to NJ. Gritz about private room
No. Z. Who had reserved this room
and what had prevented the person
from occupying it? Nj. Gritz replied
that No. had been engaged some
days before by an old client who. ut
the last moment. had sent a petit blea
TO say that he had changed his plans
and would not require the room. The
petit bleu did not arrive until after the
crime was discovered. so the room re-
manned empty. More than that. the
~CNA was IcShcu-IOCkCU Oh TIE out
side. with the key in the lock.
"Then any one coming along the
corridor might have turned the key
and entered No. To-
ut is possible" admitted NJ. Gritz.
but very improbable. The room was
dark. and an ordinary person seeing
door locked and a room dark
1--WE are not talking about an ordi-
nary person." retorted the detective;
I'VE are talking about murderer.
Come; we must look into this" and he
led the way down the corridor, nod
ding to the policeman outside No. G
and stopping at the next door, the last
In the line. the door to No. Z.
"You know haven't been in there
yet" He glanced toward the adioir-
ing room of the tragedy; then, turning
the key In No. I. he tried to open the
door.
"Hello! It's locked on the inside
tool"
'"Tiens! You're right" said Gritz a.
he rumpled his scanty locks in perplex-
ity.
"Some one has been fnside-some
one may be inside now"
The proprietor shook his head and
rather reluctantly went on to explain
that No. was different from the 9TH
er private rooms in this-that it had a
separate exit with separate stairs lead
Ing to an alleyway between the hotter
ana wall surrounding it. The alley
way led to gate in the wall opening
on the Rue Marboeuf.
AS Coqueni listened his mouth.
drew into an ominous thin line and
his deep eyes burned angrily.
IN. Gritz." he said in a cold. cutting
voice. you are man Of intelligence;
you must be. This crime was conn.,.
mitted last night about O'clock; it's
now half past In the morning. VIII
you please tell me how it happens that
this fact of vital Importance has been
concealed from the police for over six
hoursY'
why" stammered the other, IL
don't know"
Are you trying to shield some one9
Who Is this man that engaged No. n"
Gritz shook his head unhappily. Il
don't know his name. We have to be
discreet in these matters"
"But what do you call him?" per-
sisted Coquenil. "You must call him
something"
I'm speaking Of him we call him
the tall blond He has been here
several times with a woman he calls
Anita"
The detective shrugged his Shout
ders. Some one has been here and
locked this door on the inside, 1
want it opened"
Just moment" tremhled Gritx
II have pass key to the alleyway
door. Well 20 around"
They left the hotel by thu main en-
trance and were just going around into
Rue Marboeuf when the concierge
from across the way met them with
word that Caesar had arrived.
'CaesarT' questioned Grit1.
Hes my dog. Ph-h-eet! Ph-eet1
All. here he is!' and cut sof tho shad-
ows the splendid animal came bound-
Ing. ..- -
They had entered the courtyard now,
huU COQueull ieO CaeSQr 10 the SpOe
where the weapon lay still undisturb-
ed.
"Chcrcher' he ordered, and the dog
nosed the pistol with concentrated eff
fort. Then silently. anxiously. one
would say. he darted away. circling
the courtyard back and forth, shifting
the ground as he went. pausing &C.
casionally or retracing his steps and
presently stopping before NJ Paul
with a little bark of disappointment.
Nothing. eh? Quite right. Give me
the pistol, Papa Tignol. Wen try out
side. There!' He pointed to the open
door where the concierge was waiting.
Now, then, cherche!'
In an instant Caesar was out in the
Rue MarbOpuf circlino AGAIN md