The Whitefish pilot., 1910-06-23

ueTeu lHls, Hnu, rticuIIS LUI liuLle
volume of De Mussot, his treasured
pocket companion that the jailer had
let him keep, he opened it at the fly
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 Wilmott, whose bankers
were Munroe & Co., Rue Scribe.
Quick inquiries revealed the fact that
Addison Wilmott was well known
New Yorker living in Paris, a man of
leisure. He and his dashing wife
lived in private hotel on the Avenue
Kleber, where they led gay exist
ence in the smartest and most spec
tacular circle Of the American colony.
He was dull 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 a 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 q run down to Fontaina
bleau in his new Panhard, and he lis
tened impatiently to Coquenil's ex-
planatio that he had come in regard
to some English banknotes recently
paid to Mr.. Wilmott and possibly clev.
er forgeries.
"Reallyv' exclaimed Addison.
Coquenil hoped that Mr.. Wilmott
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 l haven't the notes
They were spent long ago."
"YOu remember whom you paid then
to?" questioned the detective.
81 didn't pay them to any one," re
piled Wilmott. Il gave them to my
wife,"
"Ah!' said Coquenil, and presently
he took his departure with polite as
surances, whereupon the unsuspectinl
Addison footed away complacently fol
Fontainebleau.
1t was now about 2 O'clock, and thu
next three hours NJ. Paul spent witt
his sources of information studying
the career of Pussy Wilmott from spe
cia! points of view in preparation fol
a call upon the lady.
He discovered two significant thing.
first that, whatever her actual con
duct, Mrs. Wilmott had never openly
compromised herself
AS Offsetting this, however, CoQueni
secured information that connected
Mrs. Wilmott directly with Martinez
1t appeared that, among her other ex
elements, Pussy was passiOnately
fond of gambling. She was known tc
have won and lost large sums al
!, Monte Carlo, and she was 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 l am
sure he did not know her real name' -
With so much in mind COQueni
started up the Champs Elysees about
5 o'clock.