Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1910-04-28

R ON hluEDOeuI, WAS a
N little wineshop that remained
open all night for the accom-.
mediation of cab drivers and belated
pedestrians, and to this Coquenil and
the commissary now withdrew Re
fore anything else the detective wish.
ed to get from NJ. Pougeot his impress
sions of the case And he asked Papa
Tignol to come with them for a forti.
flying glass. They analysed the known
facts carefully.
Suddenly Coquelin stopped talking
abruptly to look at a comical little
man with a large mouth. the owner
of the place, who had been lowering
about for some moments as if anX-
ious to say something.
what is it, my friendT asked Co
quenil good naturedly.
At this the proprietor coughed in
embarrassment and motioned to a
prim, thin faced woman in the front
room. who came forward with fidgety
shyness, begging the gentlemen to for
give her If she had done wrong. but
there was something on her conscience,
and she couldn't sleep without telling
it.
"WellY broke in Pougeot impatient
ly, but Coqueni gave the woman a re-
assuring look. and she went on to eX-
plain that she was a spinster living in
a little attic room of the next house
overlooking the Rue Marboeuf. She
worked as a seamstress all day in a
Hok I,I c,o
came home at night she loved to go
out on her balcony, She would stand
there and brush her hair while she
watched the sunset deepen and the
swallows circle over the chimney tops.
But, my dear woman" smiled Co
Quenil. what has that to do with me?
l have very little hair and no tine to
brush it,"
The seamstress begged his pardon
The point was that on the previous
evening, Just as she had nearly finish
cd brushing her hair. she suddenly
heard a sound like a pistol shot from
across the street. and. looking down.
she saw glittering object thrown
from n window. She saw it distinctly
and watched where it fell beyond the
high wall that separated the Ansonia
hotel from an adjoining courtyard.
She had not thought much about it at
the moment; but having heard that
something dreadful had happened
Coquenll could contain himself no
longer, and, taking the woman's arm.
he hurried her to the door.
Now" ne said. ''show me just where
you saw this glittering object thrown
over the wall"
There" she replied. pointing, ut
lies to the left of that heavy doorway
on the courtyard stones. could see
it from my balcony"
"Waitr' and. speaking to Tignol in
a low tone, NJ. Paul gave him quick
instructions. whereupon the old man
hurried across the street and pulled
the bell at the doorway indicated.
did you happen to see the person
who threw this thing?" continued NJ
Paul gently.
"No. bur ! saw his arm"
Coquenll gave a start Of satisfaction.
"His arm. Then a man threw it?"
"Oh. yes; saw his black coat sleeve
and his-white cuff quite plainly"
"Do you remember the window from
which be threw this obiect?" The
detective looked at her anxiously.
"Yes. indeed, Il is easy to remember
It's the end window on the first foor
Of the hotel There
CUqueril felt thrill Of excitement.
for, unless he had misunderstood the
eommissary's diagram. the seamstress
was pointing not to private room No.
q. but TO private room No. Z!
"Iuoien~ he called. and. taking hls
friend aside. he asked. Does that end
window ON the hrst door belong q"
No q or No ~
No. T."
"And the window next 10 ity'
NO. e.
Thanks. lust a moment" and h.
rejoined tile seamstress But uuo
point is not quite clear" he said. "Jul
look across again. You see two Opel
windOws-the end window and the one
next TO IT. Isn't it possible that this
bright thing was thrown from the win
dow next 10 the end one?
"HO. no."
They are both alike and. both being
open. one might easily make a mis-
take"
she shook her head positively. Il
have made 20 mistake; il was the end
window"