The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-04-02


 offered the pistol to Lloyd's manacled hands. Maitre Pleindeaux took 1t, with frown Of surprise.
 Excuse me. your .honor,'' he bowed. s'I would like to speak to my client be- fore he answers that question" But Kittredge waved him aside. ''What's the use?'' he said. saThat is my p1stol.''
 sAhw exclaimed Vaudeville. s.It is also the pistol that killed Martinez"
 NOW continued the judge, you say you have never been in the alley way that we showed you at the Anso- mia. Look at these boots. Do you rec ognize them?''
 In opposition to the advice of his counsel Kittredge now admitted the. ownership of the boots that had made the accusing footprints, but he denied to Hauteville that he had ever quar- reled with Martinez. At this Haute- vile produced the letter Kittredge had written Mrs. Wilmott regarding Marti- neg.
 There was a quarrel, and you did threaten him?'
 'sI advise my client not to answer that question: interposed the lawyer. and the American was silent.
 s'As you please said Vaudeville, and he went on grimly: 'tKittredge, you have so far refused to speak of the lady to whom you wrote this letter. She was your mistress. Do you deny that?''
 ssYes,'' cried the American.
 'sAh!' shrugged the judge, and. turn ing to his secretary, 'sAsk the lady to come in.''
 Then in a moment of sickening mis- T-s AE black figure enter with an ashen white face and frightened eyes. It was Pussy Wilmott treading the hard way of the transgressor, with her hair done most becomingly and breathing delicate violet fragrance.
 Take him into the outer room," di- rected the judge, until I ring.''
 Little by little he dragged from her the story of her relations with Kit tredge, going back to their first ac- quaintance. This was in New York about year before. MT. Wilmott had not accompanied her on this trip, and. being much alone, as most of her friends were in the country, she had seen good deal of M. Kittredge She had met him through mutual friends, for he was well connected so- cial1y in New York. and had soon
 
 tzed it he was seriously infatuated, and the end of it was when she re- turned to Paris he followed her on another steamer, an extremely foolish proceeding, as it involved his giving up a fine position and getting into trouble with his family.
 "Did he ever give you presents?'
 Wees. He gave me gold bag that I happened to admire one day at Tiff fany's.'' Pussy flushed under the judges searching look. ssI wouldn't have accepted it, but this happened just as I was sailing for France. He sent it to the steamer
 ''Ah! Have you any idea how much M. Kittredge paid for that gold bagT'
 t'Yes. for asked at Tiffany's here, and they said the bag cost about $4OO.' The judge said in1pressively, Mad am, you may be surprised to hear that NJ. Kittredge returned to France on the same steamer that carried you.
 'sNo, no,'' she declared II saw al th 2 passengers, and he was not among ehem.''
 '.He was not among the first cabI passengers.''
 'tYou mean to say he went in the second cabin? I don't believe it.''
 ..No.'' answered Vaudeville, with grim smile, The didn't go in the second cabin; he went in the steerage!''
 ..In the steera2ev' she murmured,