The Prescott daily news., 1910-03-28

[ couldn't see him. "A good point. that" approved Co., quenil, paying attention. He certain ly kept No. dark"
 And he probably looked into No. 6 through the first hole while Martinez was boring the second. I suppose you can tell which of the two holes was bored frst?" chuckled Tignol.
 NJ. Paul started, and "I see-that's 1t! He bored this hole first; it's the right hand one when you're in this room. the left hand one when you're in No. '. As you say, the murderer looked through the first hole while he waited for the second to be bored; so naturally, he fired through the hole where his eye was. That was his first great mistake"
 What difference does it make which hole the man fired through?"
 Just. this-by firing through the left hand hole he has given us pre- cious evidence against him. Come back into the other room and I'll show you And when they had returned to No he continued: Take the pistol Pretend you are the murderer You've been waiting your moment while the auger grinds through from the other side. The first hole is finish ed. You see the point of the auger as it comes through the second. You grip your pistol and look through the left hand hole: you see the woman holding back the curtains; you see Martinez draw out the auger from the right hand hole and lay it down. Now he leans forward. pressing his face to the completed eye holes; you see the whites of his eyes not three inches away. Quick, Pistol up, Ready to fire; No. no; through the left hand hole where he fired"
 ''Sacre matinr' muttered Tignol. "Its awkward aiming through this left hand hole. because it's too near the sideboard l can't get my eye there to sight along the pistol barrel"
 You mean your right eyeY'
 "Of course.'
 Could you get your left eye there?"
 'Yes. but if 1 aimed with my left eye I'd have to fire with my left hand, and l couldn't bit COW that way"
 Coquenil looked at Tignol steadily. You could if you were left handed man."
 You mean to say The other stared.
 ssWn'yn to innly for lnF hon nHaA murderer
 It was nearly o'clock when Co queni left the Ansonia and started up the Champs Elysees, breathing deep of the early morning air. The night was still dark. although day was breaking in the east. And what a night it had been, After all, what had he acted on? A girls dream and an odd coin cidence Was that enough? Was that enough to make a man alter his whole life and face extraordinary danger? Was it enough?
 Coquenil was just glancing about for cab to the Turkish bath place in fact, he was signaling one that he saw jogging up the Avenue de la Grande Armee-when he became aware that a gentleman was approaching him. Turning quickly, he saw man of medium height with a dark beard tinged with gray. wearing loose black cape overcoat and silk hat. The stranger saluted politely and said with a slight foreign accent: How are you, NJ. Louis? have been ex- pecting you.'
 The words were simple enough. yet they contained d double surprise for CoQuenil He was at loss to under. stand how he could have been expect ed here, where he had come by the merest accident. and certainly this was the first time in twenty years that any one, except his mother. had addressed him as Louis. He had been christened Louis Paul.
 How do you know that my name is I.ouis?"
 'I know a great deal about you" an swered the other. and then, with sig niticant emphasis, q know that you are interested in dreams"
 Coqueni instinctively felt that some thing momentous was preparing.
 Rather clever. your getting on that cab tonight" remarked the other.
 ''Ah, you know about thati
 "Yes, and about the Rio de Janeiro offer. We want you to reconsider your decision"
 .'Who. pray. are 'we?"
 Certain persons interested in this Ansonia affair"
 "Persons who know about the crime?"
 Possibly"