Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-05-05

this, while l was waiting. She asked
where the telephone was, and l told
her it was on the floor below"
"Did any one see her leave the ho-
tel?' demanded Pougeot sharply, look
ing at the others.
'Its extraordinary" answered the
doctor, but no n seems to have seen
this woma go out"
Again Pougeot turned to the waiter.
what sort Of woman was she? A
lady or-or not?".
Joseph clucked his tongue admiring-
ly. "She was a lady, all right, and
a sumner! Oh. there's one thing
more"
"You can tell me later. Now, doc
tor, We'll look at the room. I'll need
you, Leroy, and you and you" He
motioned to his secretary and to two
Of his men.
DR.. Joubert, bowling gravely, opened
the door Of No. 6, and the commissary
entered, followed by his scribe, a very
bald and pale young man, and by the
two policemen. Last came the doctor,
closing the door carefully behind him.
Stretched at full length on the floor
near a pale yellow sofa lay a man in
evening dress, his head resting, face
downward, In a little red pool. He
was evidently dead.
HAS anything been disturbed here?
Has any n touched this body?" de-
handed Pougeot sharply.
NO." said the doctor; "Gibelin came
in with me, but neither of US touched
anything. We waited for you"
II see. Ready. Leroy" and he pro-
ceeded to dictate what there was to
say, dwelling on two facts-that there
was no sign of a weapon in the room
and that the long double window open
ing on the Rue Marboeuf was stand
ing open.
DR.. Joubert's examination establish
ed at once the direct cause of death.
The man, a well built young fellow
Of perhaps twenty-eight, had been shot
in the right eye, a ball having pene-
trated the brain, killing him instantly.
The face showed marks Of fame and
powder, proving that the w~eapon-un-
doubtedly IL ~pistOl-had been discharg-
ed from a very short distance.
Doctor" asked the commissary,
glancing at the open window, "if this
man shot himself, could he, in your
opinion, with his last strength have
thrown the pistol out there?"
Certainly not" answered Joubert.
"a man who received a wound like
this would be dead before he could
wink. Besides, a search has been
made underneath that window. and no
pistol has been found"
ut must be MURDER" muttered Pou-
geot. "See what he has on his per-
son."
These instructions were carefully
carried out, and it straightway became
clear that robbery, at any rate, had no
part in the crime. In the dead mans
pockets was found a considerable sum
of money, a bundle Of five pound
notes Of the Bank Of England, besides
a handful Of French gold. On his fin
gers were several valuable rings, in his
scarf was a large ruby set with dia-
monds, and attached to his waistcoat
was a massive gold medal that at once
established his identity. He was En-
rico Martinez, a Spaniard widely
known as a professional billiard player
and also the hero of the terrible char
ity bazaar fire. where at the risk of his
life he has saved several women from
the flames. Fol- this bravery the city Of
Paris had awarded him a gold medal
and people had praised him until his
head was half turned.
"Aha" muttered the commissary.
'There may be a husband mixed up in
this. Call that waiter again, and-er-
we will continue the examination out
| SIDE"
With this they removed to the adj
joining private room, No. 5, leaving a
policeman at the door Of No. 6 until
proper disposal Of the body should be
made.
In the further questioning Of JoseDh