The Prescott daily news., 1910-03-29

be tc!d-l wish you would write it down so as to make no mistake. Here Is pencil. and here is piece of paper With nervous haste she tore a page from a little memorandum book and dictated a message to the American prisoner in the conciergerie, which Alice took down carefully.
 It was not until after vespers that Alice was able to leave Notre Dame and start for the Villa Montmorency.
 Left alone in CoqueniTs study by servant to await his coming. Alice glanced in surprise about this strane room. She saw a photograph of Cae- ser and his master on the wall and went nearer to look at it, Then she noticed his collection of plaster hands and was just bending over it when Coquenil entered She turned with start.
 1T beg your pardon" she nur- mured.
 Are you interested in my plaster castS?' he asked pleasantly.
 "l was looking at this hand,',' replied the girl. "I have seen one like it."
 Coquenil shook his head good na- turedly. That is very improbable"
 Alice looked closer. "Oh. but have" she insisted
 You mean in a museum?"
 No, no; in life
 You have seen a hand With little finger as long as this one?'
 Yes; it's as long as the third finger and square at the end. I've often mo- ticed it."
 'Then you have seen something very uncommon, mademoiselle That is the most remarkable hand in my collec- ton. It is the hand of man who lived nearly 200 years ago He was one of the greatest criminals the world has ever known
 The detectives curiosity was arous- ed Would you mind telling me the name of the person-of course it's man-who has this hand?"
 Yes" said Alice tits man, but 1 should not like to give his name after what you have told me-
 "A man that you like?"
 "Why-er-why, yes, l like him." But the detective noticed strange look in her eyes. He changed the subject.
 "You'll have cup of tea with me, won't you? Then we can talk com fortably. You haven't told me your name."
 My name is Alice Groener. My fa, I,, only cousin left. He is a woodcar- yer in Brussels. He would pay my board with the BonnetonS, but I don't want to be a burden. so I work at the church"
 The girl was seated in the full light. and as they talked Coquenil observed her attentively, noting the pleasant tones of her voice and the charming lights in her eyes, studying her with a personal as well as a professional in terest, for was not this the young wo- man who had so suddenly and so unac- countably influenced his life?
 Would you mind telling me some- thing, mademoiselle?" he said sud denly.
 What is it?'
 I'm asking this in the interest of NJ Kittredge Tell me if you know any thing about this crime of which he is accused. Do you know who was mur- deredY'
 Alice shook her head blankly. How could I? No one has told me"
 Tt was man named Martinez"
 She started at the word. "What-> the billiard player?" she cried.
 Did you know him?"
 "Oh. yes; very we'll"
 Now it was Coquenil's turn to feel surprise.
 You knew Martinez very well?"
 'I often saw him." she explained, "at the cafe where we went evenings" "Who were 'weY"
 "Why, Papa Bonneton would take me, or my cousin, M. Groener, or M. Kittredge."
 "Then M Kittredge knew Marti- nez?'
 "Of course. He used to go to see him play billiards"
 Were Kittredge and Martinez good friends?"
 "Oh, yes"
 ''Never had any quarrel?"
 "Why-er-no," she replied in some confusion.
 'I don't want to distress you. made moisele," said Coquenil gravely, but aren't you keeping something back?"