The Prescott daily news., 1910-04-16

your arteries are registered automat- ically. Now, then warn you if you don't sit down willingly-wel. you had better sit down." Then Groener sat ! down.
 Quickly the assistant adjusted the leather sleeve over the barred arm
 Immediately a familiar scene ap- peared upon the sheet. a colored pho. 1 tograph of the Place de la Concorde,
 What is it?" asked the doctor pleas. pntly.
 The prisoner was silent.
 You surely recognize this picture. Look. The obelisk and the fountain. the Tuileries gardens" The Place de la Concorde." an swered Groener sulleny. The picture changed to view of the Grand Opera House, and at the same moment a point of light appeared in the headpiece back of the chair. IT was shaded so that the prisoner could not see it. and 1t illuminated q grad uated white dial on which was n glass tube about thirty inches long, the whole resembling a barometer. Inside the tube red column moved regularly up and down, up and down. in steady beats, and Coquenil understood that this column was registering the beating of Groeners heart Standing behind the chair, the doctor. the magistrate and the detective could at the same time watch the pulsating column and the pictures on the sheet, but the pris- Oner could not see the column.
 What is that?" asked the doctor. Groener answered at once, "The Grand Opera House.
 Good. Now. another"
 The Bastille column"
 And this?'
 "Notre Dame church."
 So far the beats had come rnform- ly about one in second, for tie mans pulse was slow. At each beat the liquid in the tube shot up six inches and then dropped six inches, but at the view of Notre Dame the column rose only three inches, then dropped back and shot up seven inches.
 The doctor nodded gravely, while CoQuenil. with breathless interest, with morbid fascination. watched the beating of this red column. It was like the beating of red blood
 And this?"
 AS the picture changed there was culver in the pulsating column, a hes itation with a quick fluttering at the bottom of the stroke; then the red line shot up full nine inches. M. Paul glanced at the sheet and saw a perfect reproduction of private room No. 6 in the, Ansonia. And slowly as they look ed two holes appeared in the wall. Then a dim shape took form upon the floor, more and more distinctly until the dissolving lens brought a mans body into clear view. body stretched face downward in dark red pool that grew and widened. slowly staining and wetting the polished wood.
 "Groener." said the magistrate. do you recognize this roomT"
 No" But the column was pulsing wildly.
 You are lying, Groener." accused the judge "Therew He signaled the lantern operator. and there leaped forth on the sheet the head of Mar tinez, the murdered. mutilated head, with shattered eye and painted cheeks and the greenish death pallor showing underneath. a ghastly, leering cadaver photographed at the morgue.
 Who is it?" demanded the judge.
 'I don't know" declared the ac- cused
 Again the picture changed.
 "Who is this?'
 Queen Victoria"
 Here suddenly, at the view of Eng lands peaceful sovereign. Groener seemed thrown into frigfitful agita- tion. Up and down in mad excite ment leaped the red column as if the frightened heart were trying to burst the tube with its squirting red jet. The doctor put his mouth close to Co quenils ear and whispered, Its the shock showing now. the shock that he held back after the body"
 There! Do you know these facesT
 As he spoke there appeared the fake photograph that Coquenil had found in Brussels-Alice at the age of twelve with the smooth young widow.
 Look at the girl in this false pic tura which vou had cunningly made