The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-08-11
Mr.. Barnes, American
A sEouEI TO "MR BARNES oE NEW YoRkn
CHAPTER VIII.

by Lady Chartris, though chatting
alertly, keeps both his eyes and his
ears open.
Their route is over the pretty forest
road that crosses the little promon-
tory of Mont Boron, driving between
detached villas, and in many cases
open vegetable gardens and little vine
yards, for Villefranche was much more
apart from Nice in 1888 than it is at
present. once or twice the American
listens intently, he thinks he hears
pursuing hOOfs. But these blend into
the noises of general traffic as they
reach and pass through the old town.
Crossing the river by the Pont Neuf
and turning down the Quai st. Jean,
they drive along the Avenue Massena
nearly to the sea
The town looks bright and alert this
lovely evening, having nearly recov-
cred from its conflagration of 1881.
Though visitors have the last month
been leaving the great watering place
by the Mediterranean, there are still
enough sojourners to comfortably fill
the public gardens. The band is play
ing, the night is only pleasantly warm,
and Lady ChaTtris seems in high spir-
its as Barnes says to her: You can
drop me anywhere now. Only, where
shall I meet you?"
AT the Hotel dc Ia Mediterranee.
There Count Danella is doubtless wait
ing for me-" replies the hostess. call
for me at II and I'll drive you back"
Barnes alights and, as he glances at
the neighboring Hotel des Angiais, ne
TecoilectS this had been the scene of
his first call upon Enid when Lady
Chartris had invited him to accom-
pany her and her charge to Monte
Carlo. He can scarce believe it is only
a month ago since he had looked in
hnN
happiness. Tomorrow Enid will be his,
thinks the young man as he passes
russian cOunteSSeS, an Austrian arch
duchess and several visiting English,
American and French ladies and gem
tlemen who in light summer costumes
are chatting pleasantly near the band
stand of the public gardens.
The brilliant music of its orchestra,
which is playing a polka, catches his
ear The gay dresses of the fashion
able lolterers from the four quarters
OF the world and their frivolous gaiety
seem to proclaim that medieval as
sassination is far apart from the mod
ern nineteenth century.
Suddenly somebody mentions the
name of the fascinating American ad-
ventures, a Partisan countess is say
Ing to a lady friend: THAT La Black
wood brushes US with her toilettes. Did
you ever see such a robe as the wretch
sported today"
By Jove, that reminds me. I Won
der what Sally has TO say to me?"
thinks Burton, and pulls out an al
most forgotten note from his pocket.
A big arc light, which was the great
illuminating medium of that epoch,
permits him to read:
Mon Cher Barnes:
Don't hold your horses, but come to
me at the st. Petersburg like a shot
j want TO warn you of very immi-
nent danger. / have just discovered
your location here by accident Don't
think L hate you, though I ought to.
Yours sincerely, SALLY SPOTS"
will that woman never let me
alone?" thinks the American, and
\ pushes the note back in his pocket
I'm forget Sally SPOTS forever by 60
\ ing and seeing the minister"
He turns up the Avenue de La Care,
Whistling softly Going to see the min
lister produces a peculiar and curious
feeling Man of the world as he is, he
grows bashful about it, few min
utes' walk and he is at the Avenue
Notre Dame. But at the entrance to
The residence Of the divine, a suspicion
enters his mind that he is being fol-
lowed.
lie makes his interview with the min
lister of the Church of England a very
short one, and coming rapidly out of
the house, his quick eyes perceive two
men on the opposite side of the street.
These turn casually toward the traffic
OF the busy avenue from the railroad
station and are lost in the crowd from
an arriving train. One of them is on
horseback. Can it be that this fellow
has followed him from Lady Chartris
villa?
Now that his footsteps are being
6npOpH ha h., I
Perrier, the French detective recon-
mended by the Pinkerton man. There
fore, keeping his eyes about him sharp
at any dark corners of the streets. he
walks to the Rue Palermo, and rings
the bell at the house mentioned in EN-
ory's letter.
Here an old woman concierge informs
him that Monsieur Perrier's room is
No. 4 on the second floor. She takes
up his card and astonishes him by re-
turning almost Immediately and saying
that Monsieur Perrier is out
Nonsense, 1 heard somebody sneak
TO you. My business is of such impor-
lance that I must see him." and Mr.
Barnes. pushing his way to No. 4 on
the second floor, is confronted at the
door of this apartment by a man of
very brisk manner, sharp, penetrating
eyes and nose whose peculiar aQuil-
Inc formation impresses itself on Mr.
Barnes memory
In order TO avoid any mistake"
whispers the American, 81 sin1plv
mention to you the word Vendetta"
And L simply reply .Marseiiies.' g"
answers the man, "but I don't wish to
have anything to do with the affair"
You are Monsieur Perrier?"
Yes, OF course; you know by my re-
turning the word of recognition to
YOU, remarks the Frenchman. about
10 close his door, politely, but firmly.
But Barnes presses into the room
with him and says: Il must have a
reason for your declining to aid me.
This is too important for you not to
listen 10 me-"
nave been informed" answers Per-
I1er' by my poor friend Emory's let
tiers OF this peculiar and most unfortu-
nate aftair. but I do not wish to en-
gage in it."
Why not?" asks Barnes, shortly.
Don't you think [ have money to paw
for it 2"
"Of course. know monsieur is rich"
answers the Eranohv,.,,