The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-04-01

hole after it was boredT' tYes, but he couldn't see anything, as No.f7 was dark
 tThen you have absolutely no idea who fired the shot?" Absolutely none.''
 Except that you think it wasn't your husband?'' tfI know it wasn't my husband.' t'How do you know that?" Because asked him. An, you need not smile. made him give me proof. When I got home that night had 8 horrible feeling that Addison must have done Lit. So l waited until he came home. I could hear him moving about in his room. went in and ask ed him where he had been. He began to lie in the usual way And then I told him murder had been committed at the Ansonia in private room No. 2. I wish you could have seen his face. He never said a word. He just stared at me. Well, it was the longest time before could get anything out of him. Then he explained what had happen ed He had started for the Ansonia with this woman, but she had changed her mind in the cab, and they had gone to the Cafe de Paris instead and spent the evening there. I said: Addison, put your things right on. We're going to the Cafe de Paris to settle this busi- ness The walters hadn't gone, and they all swore black and blue that Ad- dison told the truth.''
 sHm!' reflected Coqueni1. 'I won fer why Anita changed her mind ?''
 'fI'm not responsible for Anita" an- swered Pussy, with a digniAed whisk of her shoulders.
 eeYou know a great deal about this young man who is in prison,'' he sug- gested-
 ''I know he is innocent
 'sI hope you can prove it."
 "Of course can prove it." she de- clared, "M. Kittredge. an old friend. was arrested because he called for my things. but I asked him to do that. It's absurdY'
 I'm afraid it's not so absurd as yon think. You say he was an old friend He must have been a very particular kind of an old friend for you to ask favor of him that you knew and he knew would bring him under suspi- cion. You did know that, didn't you? ?"
 'tGo on; don't mind,'' she said ssI was not in love with RI. Kittredge. Please make that perfectly clear. He
 
 more.''
 '.Was he enough of friend to be Jealous of Martinez?'
 What was there to make him jea1- ! ous?"
 .sweIl," smiled Coquenil, q can imagine that if a dear and loyal friend found the lady he was dear and loyal to having supper with another man in a private room he might be jeal ous."
 5.sThe best proof that M. Kittredge would not be Jealous of me is that he loves another woman.''
 .fThe girl at Notre DameT'
 sYes"
 '.But Martinez knew her too. There might have been trouble over her,'' ventured M. Paul shrewdly.
 sAThere was no trouble"
 You never knew of any quarrel be tween Kittredge and AIartinez7 No words 2''
 Never
 Coquenil now resolved to try chance shot.
 He said impressiveiy, "How about Kittredge's letters to you?''
 He watched the effect anxiously. His letters to meY' she cried, with a start of dismay. while M. Paul nod ded comp1acently. 'He never wrote me letters-that is. not many-and whatever there were IT destroyed.'' Coquen1l eyed her keenly ana shook his head. "A woman like you would never write to a man oftener than he wrote to her, and Kittredge had a thick bundle of your letters. It was only Saturday night that he burned them, along with that photograph of you in thc, f~~ fs-nec''
 cTo be continued.l