The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-04-07
Through
 The Wall By CLEVELAND MOFFETT
Copyright. 1909. by D. Appleton
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"Ah,' ne cried in triumph 'I knew st. ThereF' He pointed to an egg sasaped wound on the right calf, two tesa semicircles in the white flesh .Itss the frst time euer marked c nsafs softb nay teethP'
 ssWhat made that mark on your legY' asked the judge.
 .eII was bitten by dog.''
 ssIt's wonder you didn't shoot the dog.p flashed the detective.
 What do you mean?'' retorted the other.
 Coquenil bent close, black wrath burning in bis deep set eyes, and spoke three simple words that seemed to smite the prisoner with sudden fear, "Oh, nothing RGouIP'
 So evident was the prisoners emo ton that Vaudeville turned for an ex- plantation to the detective. who said something under his breath.
 .syery strange! Very important!' reflected the magistrate. then to the accused, Now I want you to put on the things that were in that bag"
 esNot" he cried hoarsely. s1 won't do it. sI'H never do it.''
 Both the judge and CoquenI gave satisfied mods at this sign of break down, but they rejoiced too soon, for by marvellous effort of the will the man recovered his self mastery and calm.
 .sAfter all,'' he corrected himself, sswhat does 1t matter? I'll put the things on.'' He donned the boots and garments of the woodcarver.
 .-Therer' said the prisoner when the thing was done.
 But the judge shook his head ssYou've forgotten the beard and the wig. Suppose you help make up his face.ss he said to the detective.
 <M Paul fell to work zeaIousIy at this task. and, using an elaborate col lection of paints. powders and brushes that were in the bag. he presently had accomplished startling change in the unresisting prisoner He had lit eral1y transformed him into the wood carver
 ssn you're not Groener now" said Coquenil.. surveying his work with a satisfied smile. "I'H swear you're his twin brother. It's the best disguise ever saw. I'll take my hat off to you on that"
 .sExtraordfnaryr' murmured the judge. "Groener. do you still deny that this disguise belongs to you?"
 ~You haven't a young cousin known as Alice Groener2"
 No"
 During these questions the door had magistrate. and Alice herself had en- tered the room.
 ssTurn aroundP' ordered the judge sharply. and as the accused obeyed he came suddenly face to face with the girl
 At the sight of him Alice started in surprise and fear and cried out, ooh, Cousin Adolfr'
 -Am l etalking to you with your cousins voice? Pay attention-tell me -am I T' asked the prisoner.
 Alice shook her head in perplexfty. s'Tt's not my cousins voice." she ad- mitted.
 The prisoner pulled of the beard and wig. Now the girl retracted her origi- nal Identification.
 esAnd it's not your cousin,'' declared the prisoner. Then he faced the judge 'sIs it reasonable that could have lived with this girl for years in so in- innate way and been wearing a dis guise all the time? It's absurd. She has good eyes. She would have de- tected this wig and false beard. Did you ever suspect that your cousin wore wig or false beard F' he asked Alice.
 'sNo, she replied. ''I never did"
 ssYou sec" he triumphed to the mag fstrate. .'she can't identify me as her cousin for the excellent reason that Pm not her cousin. I tell you I'm not Groener."
 .Who are you then7" demanded the judge ssyo,, hove ,,< I,,,zi,..s <11 ,s,1- ,,,,1, you can show that 1 have committed a crime. which you haven't done yet" Here Coquenn whispered to the judge.
 ssCertainIy," nodded tue latter, and, turning to Alice. he said, "You may go"
 The girl left the room. followed by M. Paul.
 CoqueniI soon re-entered, followed by the shrimp photographer. who was evidently much depressed. The shrimp turned to the prisoner and started for ward accusingiy. That Is the man." he cried. 'SThat is the man who chok- ed me"
 "One moment" said the magistrate. ssWhat is your name?'
 ssAIexander Godin," piped the pho- tographer.
 "On the night of July 4 you attacked q man passing along the balcony of the Hotel des Etrangers? Is that cor rect?''
 The photographer put forth his thin hands. palms upward. in mild protest. ITO say that I attacked him isis a manner of speaking. The fact is he he"- Alexander stroked his neck rue fully. ssT understand he nearly choked you. your neck p ssThey are. sir.'' els this prisoner the nanq. eTu swear to it." Good Now stand still. Come here, i Groener. Reach out your arms as if