The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-04-01

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 This is very extraordinary evidence, Monsieur lAvocat,' he said. "We are here to sift the matter. If the boy did not kill his father, then who dd?"
 Monsieur" was the prompt reply, "be- fore l go farther, I have to request you to remove the gendarmes from guarding that young man, and to place them at the door. I myself will be responsible for Jacques Cassiat.'
 The magistrate made a sign, and the thing was done. Monsieur Droumbet con tinued:
 Monsieur le Magistrat, he pronounced, "perjury has been committed in this court within the last hour. You have been told lie! You have been told lie in order to shield the guilty man!'
 There was an intense silence. Francois Lafont was leaning farther forward in his seat now, breathing heavily. The cour- age born of the wineshops where he had spent the early morning was evaporating. The woman's eyes were like points of fire.
 "The man Lafout there," the advocate continued, with sudden sweep of the arm, Twas in the shed where the woman by his side was washing clothes, while the quarrel between father and son was at it's height. can prove that he was there. Let us as- sume that he entered the house, that he seized the opportunity of that quarrel and that poor boys precipitate departure to commit the evil deed which secured for him the old man Cassiat's savings, and to make this woman his wife"
 "A lie!'' the woman shrieked. "Mon- sieur," she added implorngly to the naagis- trate, "stop that man."
 Lafont, by her side, was shaking as If in an ague.
 q can prove," the advocate continued, ''that that man Lafont left the house after the poor boy Cassiat, that he left it secretly, keeping all the time under cover of the stone wall while he made his way to his own home. Arrived there, he fetched out his bicycle and came along the road on a casual errand. It was no casual errand, Monsieur le Magistrat
 "He came back to see the work which he had done! My facts are facts. The American gentleman of importance who sits by your side can testify to their truth. It was he who saw the man whom l now accuse as the murderer of Jacques Cassiat, skulking from the house where he had com mitted that foul deed!'
 Lafont was on his feet. The woman was shouting and shrieking at him.
 "She made me do it!' he cried. Tt was she who placed the knife in my hand She threw her arms around his neck! She would have strangled him if I had not struck"'
 "Liar. Coward. Poltroon. the woman shrieked as she fell upon her companion and forced her hands against his mouth. 'You give yourself to the guillotine! You have heart of putty'
 The gendarmes separated them. The magistrate made sign, and their hand fell heavy upon Lafont's shoulder.
 "You confess, Lafont?" the magistrate cried with outstretched finger. Ut is use- less to deny your guilt
 'I killed the old man." Lafont faltered, each word seeming to stick in his throat. "We talked of it often, she and l. She put it into my head, as she put the knife into my hand"
 The woman spurned him. Lafont was marched away. The boy, a little dazed, crept over to where MT. Cray was seated, and kissed his hand.
 Ut was Monsieur who discovered the truth,'' he murmured.
 My young friend" MT. Cray replied, truth always discovers itself"
 The magistrate took up knife and be- gan to pare his nails.
 "A most interesting morning. he said. Monsieur will do me the honor of taking dejeuner with me-"
 Any morning except this morning, with pleasure" Mr. Cray replied. Ut chances