Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-01-11

Copyright 1909 by D. Appleton 6 Co.
xs By CLEVELAND M0FFETT >

Paul, holding the dogs eager head
| with his two hands. II have work for
you, sir, tonight. All, he knows. See
his eyes! Look at that tall Wen
show 'etn, eh. Caesar?"
And the dog answered with delighted
leaps.
what are you going to do with
him?" asked the proprietor.
Make a little experiment. Do you
mind waiting u couple of minutes? 1t
may give us a line on this visitor to
Number Seven
9TH watt said Gritz.
Come over here" continued the
other. "Tll show you a pistol con-
nected with this case. And I'll show it
to the dog"
For the scent? You don't think a
dog can follow the scent from a pistol,
do your asked the proprietor incredu-
lousy.
II don't know. This dog has done
wonderful things. He tracked a MUIR
derer once three miles across rough
country near Liege and found him hid
den in a barn. But he had better con-
ditions there. We'll see."
They had entered the courtyard now
and Coquenil led Caesar to the spot
where the weapon lay still undisturbed.
"Cherche!' he ordered, and the dos
nosed the pistol with concentrated er-
fort. Then silently, anxiously, one
would say, he darted away, circling the
courtyard back and forth, shifting the
ground as he went, pauslng occasionally
or retraeing his steps and presently
~+1.x.,s.r L1F1.. NJ DAM with "a 1tff1n
bark of disappointment.
Nothing, eh? Quite right. Give
me the pistol, Papa Tignol. Wen try
outside. There!", He pointed to the
open door where the concierge was
waiting. Nov then, cherche!"
In an instant Caesar was out in the
Rue Marboeuf, circling again and again
in larger and larger arcs, as he had
been taught, back and forth, until he
had covered a certain length of street
and sidewalk, every foot of the space
between opposite walls, then moving on
for another length and then for an
other, looking up at his master now
and then for IA word of encouragement.
ITS a hard test" muttered Coquenil.
Footprints and weapons have lain for
hours in a d~renching rain. but Ali"
Caesar had stopped with a little whine
and was half %crouching at the edge or
the sidewalk, head low, eyes fiercely
forward, body quivering with excite
ment. Hes found something's"
The dog turned with quick, joyous
barks.
Hes got the scent. Now watch him.
and sharply he gave the word: VA"
Straight across the pavement darted
Caesar. then along the opposite side
walk away from the Champs Elysees,
running easily, nose down, past the
Rue Francois Premier, past the Rue
Clement Marot, then out into the street
again and stopping suddenly.
He's lost it," mourned Papa Tignol.
Lost 1t? OF course he's lost it,
triumphed the detective. And turning
to NJ. Gritz: "There's where your muir
derer picked UP a cab. It's perfectly
clear. No one has touched that pistol
since the man who used 1t threw II
from the window of Number Seven"
You mean Number Six" corrected
Gritz.
II mean Number Seven. We know
where the murderer took a cab, now
we'll see where he left the hotel And
hurrying toward his dog, he called
Back. Caesar"
Obediently the dog trotted back along
the trail. recrossing the street where
he had CROSSED 1t before, and presently