The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-06-16

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tits about one particular drawer,
the small upper one on the right hand
side. Better write that down."
The small upper drawer on the
right hand s:de," repeated Alice.
II find that M. Kittredge always
kept this drawer locked. He seems to
be methodical person, and l want to
know if he remembers opening it
few days ago and finding it unlocked.
Have you got that?'
Eyes"
"Good! Oh. one thing more. Find
out If M. kittredge ever suffers from
rheumatism or govt"
The girl smiled. "Of course he does
not. He is only twenty eight"
"Please do not take this lightly,
mademoiselle," the detective chided
gently. "It is perhaps the most i'm
portant point of ALL His release from
prison may depend on it,
1t was after 6 when Alice left the
circular railway at the Montrouge sta
ton. She came to an open place where
she recognized Bartholdis famous Bel
| fort lion. Then she knew her way,
| and, hurrying along the Boulevard
AragO, she came presently to the
| gloomy mass of the Sante prison,
which. with its divercing wings and
galleries. spreads out like great gray
spider in the triangular space between
the Rue Humboldt, the Rue de Ia
Sante and the Boulevard Arago.
| No sooner had the guard heard that
she came With note from NJ. Paul
Coquenil than lie showed her politely
to small waiting room. A door OPEN
ed, and hard faced, low brOwed man
of heavy build bowed to her with
crooked, sinister smile and motioned
her into his private Office. 1t was Nj.
Dedct, the chief jailer.
She wanted to speak with the Amer
lean. NJ. Kittredge. who had been sent
here the night before-she wanted to
speak with him alone.
The jailer snapped his teeth and mar
rowcd his brows in Il hard stare. did
Paul Coquenil seEd you here for that ?"
he questioned.
Yes. sir" answered the girl. and
| ACl uCull DCSdu " oiHh AOu SCCs IL .
very special case and'-
Especial case," laughed the other
harshly. Il should say so. It's a
case of murder"
but he is innocent, perfectly inno-
cent" pleaded Alice.
"Of course. but if l let every muir
derer who says he's innocent see his
Svpnt hos VOL This would hp u fin Ia
prison. No, no. little one" he went on,
with offensive familiHrity, 81 am sorry
to disappoint you. ard hate to refuse
Nj. Paul, but it can't lie done. This man
is au secret, which means that he must
not see any one except his lawyer"
Alice id not move. She had been
sitting by Il table on which Il large
sheet Of pink betting paper was spread
before writing materials. And as she
listened to the directors rough word;
she took Up pencil and twisted it
nervously in her fingers. Then, with
increasing agitation as she realized
that her effort for Lloyd had failed
she began without thinking to make
little marks on the blotter and then q
written scrawl-all with singular
fixed pok in her eyes.
you'll have to excuse me-" said the
jailer grufiy.
Alice started to her feet. 81 beg
your pardon" she said weakly.
Her distress was so evident that
even this calloused man felt thrill Of
pity and stepped forward to assist her.
And as he passed the table his eye
fell cn the blotting paper.
"Why. what is this?" he exclaimed,
eying her sharply.
"Oh, excuse me, SIR" begged Alice
II have spoiled your nice blotter.
am so sorry!'
"Never mind the blOtter, but He
bent closer over the scrawled words
and then, with a troubled look, Ibid
you write this?'
" "Why-er-why-yes, sir, I'm afraid
did," she stammered.
Don't you know you did,"
IL wasn't thinking" she pleaded
in fright.
He went to his desk, picked up {
!, printed form, filed it out quickly ant
,, handed it to her.
"There," he said, and his voice wa!