St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-08-02
They only had to set

the bird at liberty.
Sarcany and Zirone left the old cemetery,
crossed the open space by the cathedral,
and walked toward the tower. One or
the ogival doOTs-the one under the drip
stone beneath ST. JuSt'S niche-waS open.
They entered and began to ascend the
stairs which led TO the roof.
1t took them two or three minutes TO
reach the top. They stood just beneath
the roof and there was no balcony. But
there were two windows opening out on
each side of the tower, and giving view
TO each point OF the double horizon of hills
and sea.
Sarcany and Zirone posted themselves at
the windows which looked over Trieste
towards the northwest.
The clock on the old sixteenth century
castle on the top of the karSt, behind the
cathedral, struck four. 1t was still broad
daylight The air was clear and the sun
shone brightly on the waters of the Adriatie
and most of the houses received the light
with their fronts facing the tower. Thus
tar circumstances were favorable.
Sarcany took the pigeon in his hands, he
StrOked it. spoke to il, gave it a last caress
and threw il free.
The bird tapped its wings, but at first it
dropped so quickly that it looked as though
it was going TO finish its career OF aerial
messenger by a cruel fall.
The excitable Sicilian could not restrain
a cry of disappointment
mo, II riseSi' said Sareany.
And the pigeon had found its equilibrium
in the denSer lower air; and then making
sudden curve it flew of toward the north
west.
Sarcany and Zirone followed it with their
eyes.
In the fight Of the bird there was no
hesitation. He went straight to his home,
which he would have reached an hour
before had it not been for his compulsory
halt among the trees of the old graveyard.
Sarcany and his companion watched it
with the most anxious attention. They
asked themselves if it was going beyond the
town-and then all their scheming would
come TO naught.
IL did nothing of the sort.
~ see it, l see il all the timer said
ZirOne, whose sight was of the keenest.
''What you have TO look for" said Sar-
cany, lis where It stops, so rs to fix the
exact spot"
A few minutes after its departure the
pigeon settled on a house with one tall
gable rising above the rest, in the midst of
a clump of trees. in that part of the town
near the hospital and public garden. Then
it disappeared into a dOrmer window open
ing on to the manSard, which was sur
mounted by a weather vane of wrought
iron, that ought 10 have been the work of
Quentin MatSys-if Trieste had been in
Flanders.
The general direction being ascertained,
ii would not be very difficult to find the
weather vane and gable and window. and.
in short, the house inhabited by the person
for whom the cryptogTam was intended.
Sarcany and Zirone Immediately made
their way down the tower, and down the
hills, and along the roads leading to the
Piazza della Legna. There they had 10
lay their course 50 as to reach the group of
houses forming the eastern quarter of the
city.
When they reached the junction of two
main roads, the COrsa Stadion leading TO
the public garden, and the AcquedOttO, 4
fine avenue of trees leading to the large
brewery of BoSchettO, the adventures were
in some doubt as to the true direction.
Should they take the right or the left? In
stinctively they turned to the right, intend
ing to examine one after the other, every
house along the avenue above which
they had noticed the vane among the
trees.
They went along in this manner, inspect
ing in their turn every gable and roof along
the Acquedotto. but they found nothing
like the one they sought AT last they
reached the end.
''There it is - exclaimed Zirone.
And there was the weather-vane swing
ing slowly on its iron spindle above dor
mer window round which were several pig
cons.
There was no mistake. 1t was the iden-
teal house to which the pigeon had flown.
The house was of modest exterior, and
formed one of the block at the beginning of
the ,AcquedottO.
Sarcany made inquiries at the neighbor-
ing shops, and learned all he wished TO
know.
The house for many years had belonged
to and been inhabited by Count LadiSlaS
Zathmar.
''Who is this Count Zathmar ?" asked
Zirone. to whom the name meant nothing.
HE is the Count ZathmaT," answered
Sarcany.
But perhaps if we were to ask him
Later on. Zirone; there's no hurry
Take it cooiiy. and now to our hotel ~
Yes. it is dinner-time for those who
have got something TO dine OH - said III
rome bitterly.
If we do not dine to-day, it is possible
that we shall dine tomorrow" answered
Sarcany.
with whom?'
''Who knows? Perhaps with Count
Zathmari''
They walked along quietly-why should
they hurry?-and soon reached their modest
hotel still much too rich for them, seeing
they could not pay their bill.
What a surprise was in store for theml y
letter had arrived addressed to Sarcany.
The letter contained 4 note for 200 forms
and these woodworking more:
Enclosed is the last money you will get
from me. 1t is enough To pay your passage
to Sicily. Go, and let me hear no more of
yOu. SILAs ToRoNTHAL."
''Capital,'' exclaimed Zirone; the
banker thinks better OF il just in time. As
Suredly we need never despair of those finan-
cial fOlksr'
That is what say" said Sarcany.
"And the coin will do for Us TO leave
Trieste"
mo; well stop here"
CHAPTER III.