The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-08-11

He has"
''Then I've the name of the scar
faced gentleman, thank you" remarks
Burton Now it is necessary you c1me
into this affair. Perrier. You've soJ to
aid not only me- but two women"
The answer that comes causes
Barnes to look aGhast.
Il dare not" answers Perrier, short
ly. 1.-The fate of my poor friend
Emory is too horrible
"Fatel What fate!"
why, he was to be here TWO days
ago, according to his letters to Inc,
10 arrange for guarding your villa. He
is not here even today. His last note
from st. Tropez indicated he was close
upon the track of those who have
sworn this blood feud against you
and all who aid you. That letter was
written four days ago and-what has
become of Emory"
How can l tell?" mutters the Amer
lean, gloOmily.
But 1 cam answers the private de-
tective. Madame Blackwood, for
whom 1 have executed some little COM
missions, called on me two days ago
excitedly. 'Perrier,' she said, in her
American abruptness, I want you TO
bring to justice some villains who muir
Gered a Yankee detective named Emory
the other day near st. Tropez- You
saw him killed.? asked. No. but
I've got evidence few words from
she checked herself; but added, 1 don't
dare to tell Mr.. RugSlcs of this; he's
so impulsive he'd spend his money and
his blood, too, TO bring a murderer OF
enc of his countrymen to justice: 80
you just so and get the evidence
against those fellows and trot them
to the guillotine' But the fate OF
Emory warned me: 1 determined to
give UP the whole affair." adds Per-
rier.
.9Thank YOU again." sneers Barnes,
and coming out the American laughs
10 himself: This detective should
catch flies on honey, not men with
arms in their hands. I'll try what the
public officers of the French govern
ment can do next time"
But the mention OF Madame Black
wood reminds him OF her letter. BY
George, Sally's note limited at grave
danger to me. 1t must be this Emory
business," and without more AGO MI
Barnes, hurriedly keeping his eyes
alert for sudden daggefs, makes his
v-av to the promenade by he sea and
shortly after enters the luxurious Hotel
st. Petersburg.
1t is 10 in the evening. He is about
to send I'D his card to Madame Black
wood and request an interview When
that siren enters magnificent lii sum
mer toilette of satins and laces and
nat to match, the same constructed AT
great cost by Monsieur Worth of Paris.
AS she comes in By the ladies' en-
trance the Kansas cattle KING. VINO
attends her, chances to glance into the
office and calls out: "Whew, Barnes,
that was a right lucky address you
gave me in Paris five weeks ago, and
taking him aside, whispers, I caught
the lady The goods came hlgh. Out
they're worth he money. Step up ana
have supper with US.
- This inxisllinp- Barns finds it n
possible to politely decline, as SaIly
Blackwood has already put her beautl-
full eyes upon him and said; so glad
you're here You mustn't refuse. We
saw so little f you in Monte carlo.
There is a slight sneer upon her face
which shows the lady hasn't forgotten
the peculiar interview with Barnes
when he had prevented the arrogant
adventures from kissing Enid. s.
But the lady laughs rather good
naturally as the cattle king continues;
You see. Sally was quite rheumatlcky
IN at Monte Carlo. The air dldn
agree with her. so we didn't re-
main"
A moment later Barnes fiTtds himself
ushered into La BldckYooIs private
narIor where a supper after the man
ner of Lucullus is shortly served ID
them. the wines being of the very I1neSt
vintages and the cigars tine pest III
France" as Ruggles remarks
Several times Burton is about TO hint
At the p1Irport of her note, but the eX-
pressive eyes of the adventures warn
him to hold his tongue. Coftee. now
ever. is no sooner served than the las
cinating creature says languldiV' Out
commandingly: Nov, Dan, suppOslus
Won run down stairs and have your
smoke there. I want to talk with Mr..
Rarnes of New York-somethiug ] don't
want YOU tc hear. That needn't make
Won ieaIous-it's about my parents III
Ohio"
IAN right. Duckfe. Yours to COM
mand always" returns the cattle KING,
Who as he lights his big perfecto ana
saunters to the smoking room OF the
hotel. grins to himself: Gee Whlz,
SALTY can twist me round her hnger
good deal easier han Mirandle. NIT
andie is the absent Mrs. Ruggles IN
London. ~.
The minute the cattle king disap-
nears the iady's manner changes.
She cries airily: Light cigarette
for me. old boy:" then asks half play
fully. half menacingly: Guess what
made me write to you?"
Hate" mutters Barnes, between
puffs OF his cigarette.
mo. though I ought to hate you
Oh. that was cruel in you, that threat
to tell my mother and my father
But you knew if you kept your con-
tract. I'd keep your secret" answers
Barnes.
Yes! Still it wasn't love, either.
laughs the lady. I've given up the
tender passion; it's too tiresome," she
sighs, as she languidly extends upon
an armchair a figure that had made
the fortune of the artist who painted
her portrait for the Paris Salon Il
let other people love me, like Dan
down there. What l want TO see you
about" La Blackwood's eyes become
intense and her voice falls to a whis-
per-'is to save your life-if 1 can. Do
you know that half of commune in
Corsica want your blood?"
I've guessed ii in the last few
days." observes Barnes, grimly.
Are you acquainted with a certain
Count Cipriano Danella?"
Never have seen him."
mo, but you've heard Of him?"