Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-03-23

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"cHERcHEr HE ORDERED.
side. 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.
Its hard test" muttered Coquenil.
Footprints and weapons have lain for
hours in a drenching rain, but All"
Caesar had stopped with little whine
and was half crouching at the edge Of
the sidewalk. head low. eyes tiercely
forward, body quivering with excite
ment. "He's found something's
The dog turned with quick, joyous
barks.
"He's got the scent. Now watch
him." and sharply he gave the word
"Vav'
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.
There's where your murderer picked
up cab" said the detective. tits
perfectly clear. No one has touched
that pistol since the man who used 1t
threw it from the window. Back Gaze
sar!'' he called.
Obediently the dog trotted back
along the trail, recrossing the street
where he had crossed it before and
presently reaching the point where he
had first caught the scent. Here he
stopped, waiting for orders, eying II.
Paul with almost speaking intelligence.
f. Caesar growied impatiently, strain
ing toward the scent.
HE knows there's work to be done,
and he's right" Then quickly he gave
the word again, and once more Caesar
was away, darting back along the side
walk toward the Champs Elysees.
moving nearer and nearer to the houses
and presently stopping at a gateway,
against which he pressed and whined.
It was gateway In the wall surround
ing the Ansonia hotel.
'."The man came out here" declared
Coquenil, and, unlatching the gate, he
looked inside, the dog pushing after
him.
"This Is what you call the alley.way?"
questioned Coqueni. s
"Exactjy." ...5s: ~.
From the pocket Of his coat the de-
tective drew small electric lantern.
the one that had served him % well
earlier in the evening, and, touching
= switch, he threw upon the ground a
strong white ray, whereupon confu-
sion Of footprints became visible, as
IL number Of persons had trod back
and forth here.
what does this meanY" he cried.
Papa Tignol explained shamefacedIy.
1--WE did it looking for the pistol; it
was Gibelin's orders"
Bon Dieu! What pity! We can,
never get clean print in this mess.
But wait! How far along the alley
way did you look?"
Gas far as that back wall. Poor
Gibelin! He never thought Of looking
on the other side Of it. Eth, ehy'
CoQuenl breathed more freely. 1--WE
may be all right yet. All, yes" he
cried, going quickly to this back wall
where the alleyway turned to the right
along the rear Of the hotel. Again he
threw his white light before him and.
with start of satisfaction. pointed to
the ground. There. clearly marked.
was line Of footprints, single line,
with no breaks or imperfections, the
plain record on the rain soaked earth
that one person, evidently a man, mad
passed this way, going out.
"I1l send the dog first." said NJ.
Paul. Here. Caesar! Cherche!''
Once more the eager animal sprang
forward, following slowly along the
row Of trees where the trail was con-
fused, and then, at the corner. dash
ing ahead swiftly. only to stop again
after q few yards and stand scratch
ing uneasily at q closed door.
"Phat settles It." said Coquenil. 'He
has brought us to the alleyway door.
Am right?"
eyes," nodded Gritz.
sThe door that leads to No. TT
eyes"
"Open it." and, while the agitated
proprietor searched for his pass key,
the detective spoke to Tignol: II want
Impressions Of these footprints, to
best you can take. Use glycsf1A with
nlaater OF uaPis for the m0ll9 Taka