The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-31

Besides, they have given me law yer.''
 E'Then-then what shall I do with these?" She looked at the banknotes in perplexity.
 Return them.''
 "Ah. yes,'' she agreed 'fI will go to her apartment in the morning. Let me see, it's on the Avenue Where did I put her address?'' And she went through the form of searching in her pocketbook
 '@The Avenue Kleber," unsuspecting.
 "Of course, the Avenue KIeber. Where is that card? I've forgotten the number too. Do you remember it, dear?'
 Poor child! She tried so hard to speak naturally, but her emotion be- trayed her.
 '.Ah, I seer' he cried, ey1ng her steadily. ''She did not give you her ad- dress and you are trying to get it from me. Do you even know her name?'
 ''No," confessed Alice shamefacedly. Forgive me. I-I wanted to help you.'
 "By making me do a dishonorable thingT'
 Don't look at me like that. I would not have you do dishonorab1e thing, butt
 ''who told you to ask me these ques- tions?'
 .'M Coquenil"
 'fWhat! The detectfver'
 'Yes He believes you innocent. Lloyd, and he's going to prove it.''
 "I hope he does. but-ten him to leave this woman alone" Nothing would prevail on the young man to re- veal the woman's name.
 The guard came forward to warn them that the time was nearly up; they had three minutes more.
 stAll right" nodded Lloyd, and as he turned to Alice she saw tears in his eyes. "It's tough, but never mind You've made a man of me. little one. and I'l1 prove it. I used to have sort of religion, and then I lost 1t, and now I've got it again-a new religion and new creed. It's short and easy to say, but it's all I need. and it's going to keep me game through this whole rot ten business. Want to hear my creed? You know it already, darling, for you taught it to me. Here it is: T believe in Alice That's all; that's enough. Let me kiss you.''
 Lloyd" she whispered as he bent toward her, ''can't you trust me with that woman's nameY'
 He drew back and looked at her half reproachfully, and her cheeks flushed. She would not have him think that she could bargain for her lips, and, throw ing her arms about him, she murmur- ed: Kiss me; kiss me as much as you like. l am yours. .yours.'
 ho 1af11 11eS H.~ tween them.
 then to the cIinging girl, "Why do you ask that woman's name when you know 1t already?"
 Wild eyed she faced him and shook her head. 'I1 ddoon't don know her name. ooI1 want to know it.'
 You don't know her name?" he re- peated, and even in the tumult of their last farewell her frank and honest denial fingered in his mind.
 She did not know the woman's name! Back in his lonely cell Kittredge pom dered this, and, reaching for his little volume of De Musset. his treasured pocket companion that the jailer had let him keep, he opened it at the fly leaves. She did not know this wom- ans name! And wonderingly he read on the white page the words and the name written by Alice herself, scrawl- fngIy, but distinctly, the day before in the garden of Notre Dame.
 Coquenil was neither surprised nor at the meager results of Alice's visit to the prison. It had not been entirely vain since he had learned that Kittredge might have used his left hand in firing pistol and that
 
 tism. This last point was of extreme importance.
 And the detective was speedily put in excellent humor by news awaiting him at the PaIais de Justice Monday that the man sent to London to trace the burned photograph and the five pound notes had already met with success and had telegraphed that the notes in question had been issued to Addison Vilmott, whose bankers were MuIroe x Co. Rue Sc ribe. Quick Inquiries revealed the fact that Wilmott was q well known New Yorker living in Paris, man of leisure. He and his dashing wife lived in private hotel on the Avenue Kleber, where they led a gay exist ence in the smartest and most spec tacular circle of the American colony. He was dull, good natured and a little fat. She was a beautiful woman, with extraordinary charm and 1.-the. yirlish figure. He was supposed to kick up his heels in a quiet way, while she did the things brilliantly and kept the wheels of American colony gossip busy enough, anyway-turnfng and spinning until they groaned in utter WearinesS.
 ITO be continued