The Prescott daily news., 1910-04-16

in Brussels" cried the judge. "Who is she? There is the reason for your killing Martinezr
 Now the prisoners pulse was run. ming wild, faster and faster.
 Martinez knew the truth" he went on; "Martinez beld your secret. How had Martinez come upon it? The whole aim of this investigation has been to get the secret. and we have got 1t! Groener. you have written this secret for us in words of terror. We know what Martinez knew when you took his life; we know the story of the medal that he wore"
 Il know nothing about this man or his medal" flung back the prisoner.
 "No? Then you will be glad to hear the story It was medal of solid gold awarded Martinez by the city of Paris for conspicuous bravery in say ing lives at the terrible charity ba- zaar fire. Have you forgotten the de tails of the charity bazaar freq
 'I am not interested in the subject" answered the accused.
 "Ah. but you are. or you ought to be. Hundreds burned to death-think of that! Cowardly men trampling wo- men and children. Duchesses burned to death. Rich women burned to death. Think of it. Groener. and"- he signaled the operator. and look ct itr'
 As he spoke the awful tragedy be- gan in one of those extraordinary nov ing pictures that the French make after catastrophe. Here before them leaped redder flames than ever crac- kled through the real charity bazaar; here were women and children perish ing in more savage torture than the actual victims endured; here were hor- TOTS piled on horrors. Coquenil had seen this picture in one of the boule- yard theaters, and straightway after the precious nine second clew of the word test he had sent Papa Tignol off for it posthaste. If the mere words charity bazaar" had struck this man dumb with fear. what would the thing itself do-the revolting, ghastly thing?
 Then suddenly the tension snapped; the prisoner sprang to his feet. and. tearing his arm from the leather sleeve, he faced his tormentors des- perately.
 "No. no no" he shrieked. You dogs You cowards!"
 Put the handcuffs on him." ordered Vaudeville.
 What does all this prove?" the pris- oner screamed in rage. Nothing! Nothing! You make me look at dis gusting. abominable pictures, and why shouldn't my heart beat? Anybody's heart would beat if he had heart" | The judge went on in tone as keen and cold as a knife: Before you go to your cell. Groener. you shall hear what we charge against you. Your wife perished in the charity bazaar | fire. She was very rich woman, 1 probably an American, who had been married before and who had daugh- ter by her previous marriage. That daughter s the girl you call Alice. Her true name is Mary. She was in the fire with her mother and was res cued by MartiHez. but the shock of seeing her mother burned to death aud perhaps the shock of seeing you re- | fuse to sdce her mother'-
 Its a lie." yelled the prisoner. | All this terror and anguish caused violent mental disturbance in the girl and resulted in a failure of her memory. When she came out. of the fire she did not know her own name. She was helpless And she iods great | keiress! If she lived she inherited her mothers fortune; if she died this for tune reverted to you. So you destroy ed her identity: you gave it out that she, too, had perished in the flames, and you proceeded to enjoy her stolen | fortune. while she sold candles in l Notre Dame church"
 You have no proof of itr'
 No? What is thisY and he sig naled the operator. whereupon the lights went down and the picture of | Alice and the widow appeared again. Now watch the woman. your Brus- sells accomplice; watch her carefully" The smooth young widow faded grad | ually, while the face and form of an- other woman took her place. Now we | have the picture as 1t was before you | falsified it. Do you recognize this | faceY