Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1910-05-03

in Alice That's all: that's enough
Let me kiss you"
Lloyd" she whispered as he bent
toward her, cant you trust me with
that wOman's ~ meT'
He drew back aud looked at her half
reproachfully. and her cheeks flushed.
She would not have him think that she
could bargain for her lips. and. throw
ing her arms about him. she murmur-
ed; kiss me; kiss me as much as you
like. am yours, yours"
The guards gruf voice came be-
tween them
"One moment" Kittredge said, and
then to the clinging girl, "Why do you
ask that .woman's name when you
know II alreadyT
Wild eyed she faced him and shook
her head. II don't know her name.
don't want to know II"
"You don't know her name2" he re-
peated. and even in the tumult of their
last farewell her frank and honest
denial fingered in his mind
She did not know the woman's namel
Back In his lonely cell Kittredge pom
dered this. and. reaching for his little
volume of De Musset. his treasured
pocket companion that the jailer had
let him keep, he opened it at the fy
leaves She did not know this wom-
ans name! And wonderingly he read
on the white page the words and the
name written by Alice herself, scrawl-
ingly, but distinctly, the day before in
the garden of Notre Dame.
Coquenil was neither surprised nor
disappointed at the meager results Of
Alice's visit to the prison. 1t had not
been entirely vain since he had learned
that Kittredge might have used his
left hand in firing pistol and that
he did not suffer with gout or rheuma-
tism. This last point was of extreme
Importance.
And the detective was speedily put
In excellent humor by news awaiting
him at the Palais de Justice Monday
morning that the man sent to London
to trace the burned photograph and
the five pound notes had already met
with success and had telegraphed that
the notes in question had been issued
to Addison WilIn'tt whose bankers
were Munroc & Co, Rue Scribe.
Quick inquiries revealed the fact that
Addison Wilmott was we'll known
New Yorker living in Paris. man of
leisure. He and his dashing wife
lived in a private hotel on the Avenue
Kleber, where they led a gay exist
ence in the smartest and most spec
tacular circle Of the American colony.
He was dun. good natured and a
little fat. She was beautiful woman,
with extraordinary charm and 1.-THE,
girlish figure. He was supposed to
kick up his heels in quiet way, while
she did the things brilliantly and kept
the wheels of American colony gossip
busy enough, anyway-turning and
spinning until they groaned in utter
WEAKNESS
Such was the information NJ. Paul
had been able to gather from swift
and special police sources when he
presented himself at the Wilmott hotel
about luncheon time on Monday. Ad.
Olson was just starting with some
friends for a run down to Fontaine-
bleau in his new Panhard, and he lis
tened impatien'ly to Coquenil's ex-
planation that he had come in regard
to some English banknotes recently
paid to Mr.. Wilmott and possibly clev-
er forgeries.
Really exclaimed Addison.
hnt
would give him the notes in question
in exchange for genuine ones. This
would help the investigation.
"Of course, my dear sir" said the
American. but haven't the notes.
They were spent long ago"
"You remember whom you paid them
toT questioned the detective.
81 didn't pay them to any one" re-
piled Wilmott y gave them TO my
wife"
"Ah" said Coquenil. and presently
he took his departure with polite as
surances. whereupOn the unsuspecting
Addison footed away complacently fol
Fontainebleau.
1t was now about 2 O'clock, and the
next three hours NJ. Paul spent with
his sources of information studying
the career Of Pussy Wilmott from spe-
cial points of view in preparation for
a call upon the lady.
He discovered two significant things
first that. whatever her actual con.
duct, Mrs. Wilmott had never openly
compromised herself.
AS offsetting this. however. Coquenil
secured Information that connected
Mrs. Wllmott directly with Martinez
1t appeared that. among her other ex-
Pussy was passionately
fond Of gambling. She was known to
have won aud lost large sums at
Monte Carlo. and she was a regular
follower Of the fashionable races In
Paris. She had also been seen at the
Olympia billiard academy, near the
Grand hotel. where Martinez and
other experts played regularly before
eager audiences. among whom betting
on the games was the great attraction
HE used TO talk about this lady"
said one Of the markers; "he called
her the belle Americaine,' but am
sure he did not know her real name"
With so much I'm mind COquenll