The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-01-27

 .where did you get t7'' asked
 wrhe police photographer made soma: copies This is one of them.
 ssBut what made yan suspect that the l two women were the same2.
 q don't just know. answered God frey refiectively .sThey were both l French. and Rogers spoke Of the red l liDs; somehow it seemed proba ble- HeIlo-our friend is coming around. How do you feel?r
 Pretty weak.y Rogers Answened. all most fin whisper. "What sent me of ?'s Then his face turned purple, and I thought he was going of again. ! But after a moments heavy breathing lie lay quiet. T remember now, h9 said. Let me see that picture gain. q passed it to him. I aand was srembling so he could hardly Stake it. but saw he was strugg asDer rafe- l ly to control himself. .Do you know her2' Godfrey asked.
 Never saw her before. Rogers mutt 1 tered When first looked at her I l thought knsw her, but it ain't the l same woman ,"
 .tDo you mean to say. Godfrey de- handed sternIy. that that $ not the l woman who called pn ME Yantine to- night9'' sss' saA - 'z l Again Rogers shook bis head.
 "0h. mo-. he protested fits not the same woman at all This one is l younger-''
 Godfrey made no reply. but he sat down and looked at Rogers. and Rog- CTS lay and gazed at#tke picture. and graduailys his face softened as though at some tender memory!
 Come Rogers. urged at last; E.eyousd better nelI us all you know. If this is the woman don't hesitate to say so"
 1 I've told you all know. MT. Les i ter. said Rogers. butNhe did not meet my eyes. sAnd Elm feeling pretty bad. I think I'd better be getting to I bed.'
 s<s "Yes that's best agreeid Godfrey promptly. Parks will help you. z and he held out his hand for ths spIApto graph
 l Rogers relinquished it with evident lreluctance. Good night. gentlemen:s' he said weakly and shuhled away. leaning heavily on Parks shoulder. l 'sWeIlr said I. looking at Godfrey. 1 Hes lying. Of course.A We've go to l find out why he's lying and bring it home to: him. But it's getting late I must get down to the office One I give you the slip" zsks I 'sI'H have him looked after." I prom fsed. ssBut I fancy he'n be afraid to 7 run away Besides, 1t is possible he's 4 telling the truth don't believe any woman had anything to do with either deattl.''
 '.who did. then r asked Godfrey
 .Nobody'
 .You mean they both sufcided in that abnormal way ?''
 .No. it wasn't suicide-they were l killed-but not by human belng-at least not directly felt that 1 was doundering hopeiessly and stopped .sI can't tell you now Godfrey IApfead- T ed "I haven't had time to think it out. You've got enough for one day.'
 ssYes.'' he smiled: .'I've got enough I for one day And now goodby, Per haps I'll look in on you about midnight, on my way home. if 1 get through by then 7
 sl I was already longing for bed and ] there remained so much to be done But he after a day which knew had been a hard one. and with many col umn story still to write. was apparent ly as fresh and eager as ever:
 "A1l right" 1 agreed If you see g light. come up. If there isn't any light I'll be in bed. and I'll kill you if you a wake me"
 eConditfons accepted 2 he laughed as I opened the door for him.
 Parks joined me as turned bach into the house after Godfrey ie4t.
 T got Rogers to bed. sir.r he said
 Hell be all right in the morning But he's queer duck Flow long have you known him .. Parks ?''
 He's been with MT. Vantine aboui five years. don't know much abou
 him. He's silent kind of fellow
 keeping to hisself a good deal and
 sort of breeding over things. But h.
 did his work all right, except once il
 a while when he keeled over like h.
 did tonight
 Parks. said suddenly. ..I'm goini
 to ask you question You know
 that MT. Vantine was friend of mine and I thought a great deal Of him
 Now, what with this story Rogers tell ki and one or two other things. there i talk of a woman Is there any foun
 dation for talk of that kind ?'i
 ..No. sir.s said Parks emphaticaily
 I've been MT vantine,s valet fo I eight years and more, and Tn ali Una [ s-me .i1eS mas never been mixed zuF s-itl
 a woman in any shape or form. I al ways fancfed he'd loved lady wh 71<~<z1 -i