The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1910-07-14
loves another woman"
THE girl at Notre Dame"

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 your
| He watched the effect anxiously.
His letters to me- she cried. with
start of dismay. while NJ. Paul nod
ded complacently. HE never wrote
me letters-that is. not maryland
whatever there were IL 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. 1t was
only Saturday night that be burned
them. along with that photograph of
you in the lace Dress
She looked at him in frightened APP
peal and then, with a gesture of half
surrender. For heavens sake how
much more do you know about meY
IL know that you have bundle of
Kittredge's letters here. possibly In
that desk" He pointed TO a charm
ing piece of old mahogany inlaid with
ivory. He had made this last deduc-
ton by following her eyes through
these last tortured minutes.
1T isn't true. IL tell you | de-
stroyed the letters" And he knew she
was lying.
Coquenil went to the desk and ex-
amined 1t carefully. There were two
drawers in a raised part at the back;
there was a long. wide drawer in
front and over this space like a
drawer under a large inlaid cover hing |
ed at the back. He searched every |
where here, but found no sign of the
expected letters.
We'll" he said. with an air of dis
appointment. Il find nothing here
Suppose we try another room"
Certainly" she agreed. and her face
frightened in such evident relief that
he turned TO her suddenly and said al
most regretfully: Madam, | hear you
are fond of gambling. You should
study the game Of poker. which teaches
us to hide our feelings. Now, then"
he walked back quietly TO the desk, Il
want you to open this secret drawer"
A big tear of weakness and humilia-
ton gathered and rolled down her
cheek, and then, still silent, she took
a hairpin from her hair, inserted one
leg of it into tiny hole quite lost in
the ornamental work at the back of
the desk. pushed against a hidden
spring, and. presto. a small secret draw
4r shot forward. In this drawer lay
packet of letters tied with a ribbon.
Thanks he said. I'm sorry" And
ne took the packet from the drawer.
why didn't | burn them? Why
lidnt | burn them?" she mourned.
You trusted to that drawer" he
No. no; l knew the danger, but l
couldn't give them up. They stood for
he best part of my life, the tenderest,
he happiest. I've been a weak, wick
d womau!'
ANY secrets in these letters will be [
respected" he assured
Ter, unless they have a bearing on
his crime"
Turning to him with tear stained
ace: Il didn't tell you The truth about I
and Martinez. There was
rouble between them. He speaks
bout it in one of his letters. 1t was
bout the little girl at Notre Dame"
You mean Martinez was attentive
, herr"
Yes"
did she encourage him."
81 don't know. She behaved very
She seemed attracted to
i'm and afraid of him at the same
me. Martinez told me what an ex-
aordinary effect he had on the sirl.
e said it was due to his magnetic
ower'
And Kittredge objected to this?"
"Of course he did, and they had a
larrel. It's all in one of those let
rs"
do you remember what he said?"
'Why-er-yes.
What was it?''
She hesitated moment. and then.
though weary of resisting. she re-
led. He told Martinez that if he
dn't leave this girl alone he would 81
eak his d. head for him." -,