The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-29

(Continued.1
 What difference does 1t make which hole the man fired through?'' ssJust this-by firing through the left hand hole he has given us pre- ctous evidence against him. Come back into the other room and I'll show you.,, And when they had returned to No he continued: 'HTake 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 1t 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 M hole where he fred
 1sSacre matinr' muttered Tignol. ssIt's awkward aiming through this left
 
 1eboaEd can't get my eye there Night along the pistol barrel.''
 0u mean your right eyeP'e
 s0f course.''
 Gould you get your left eye there?'' Yes, but if I aimed with my left eye I'd have to fire with my left hand, and couldn't hit a COW that way" Coquenil looked at Tignol steadily. You could if you were left handed man
 .You mean to say''- The other stared
 We've got to look for left handed murderer
 It was nearly o'clock when Co., QueniI left the Ansonia and started up the Champs E1ysees. breathing deep of the early morning air. The night was < still dark, although day was breaking in the east. And what night it had been! After all, what had he acted on2 A girls dream and an odd coin cidence. Was that enough? Was that enough to make a man alter his whole life and face extra ordinary danger? :? Was 1t enough?
 Coquenil was just g1ancing about for cab to the Turkish bath place in fact, he was signaling one that he saw Jogging up the Avenue de Ia Grande Armee-when he became aware that a gentleman was approaching him. Turning quickly, he saw a man of medium height with a dark beard tinged with gray, wearing a loose black cape overcoat and a silk hat. The stranger saluted politely and said with a slight foreign accent: How are you, M- Louis? I have been ex- pecting you.''
 zQrw 1zS~~- they contained double surprise for CoQuenil. He was at loss to under stand how he could have been expect ed here. where hs had come by the merest accident, and certainly this was the aryf time in twenty years that any one, except his mother, ha6 addressed him as Louis. He had been hrtBtened Louis Paul.
 How do you know that my name oSssY
 IT know a great deal about you,' an swered the other, and then, with sig n1ficant emphasis, sT know that you are interested in drea ms.''
 Coquenil instinctfveIy felt that some thing momentous was preparing. Rather clever, your getting on that cab tonight" remarked the other. "Ah, you know about that!'' ssYea, and about the Rio de Janeiro offer. We want you to reconsider your decision"
 ssWho, pray, are 'we?'
 aCertain persons interested in this nsonia affair."
 s'Persons who know about the imea''
 Posgibly."
 I'm! Do these persons know what
 hd the holes in No. 7?''
 panese prints ## ## Ra No. 6?''
 hellow hangings.'
 Eclaimed CoqueniI in sur
 they know why Martinez
 holes ?'
 the woman," was the
 M want Martinez killed ?''
 khy did she want the holes
 Anted to see into No. 7.''
 extraordinary. do you want with me?'
 persons represent''-
 the person you represent,'' fn-
 led CoqueniI ssA criminal of
 Mpe acts alone.''
 Aou lilze,'' answered the other
 ssThen the person I repre-
 es you to withdraw from this # hge was preposterous.
 retorted Coquenf1. '"Tell # nployer that am only