Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1908-03-18
CHAPTER VIIl.-continued.

will that woman neve: let me
alone?' thinks the Amey:can, and
pushes the note back in his pocket.
I'll forget Sally SPOTS forever by CO.
Ing and seeing the minister
But at the entrance to the residence
OF the divine suspicion enters his
mind that he is being followed. He
makes his interview with the minister
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.
Now that his footsteps are being
logged, he thinks he had better see
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
Emory's letter.
Here an old woman concierge in.
forms him that Monsieur Perrier's
room is number four on the second
floor.
Barnes, pushing his way to number
four on the second floor, is confronted
at the door Of this apartment by man
OF very brisk manner, sharp, penetrat-
ing eyes and nose whose peculiar
Barnes memory.
- In order to avoid any mistake"
whispers the American, Il simply men
ton to you the word 'Vendetta.'
And ! simply reply 'Marseilles,' ="
=, 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.
Il must have a reason for your de.
Ginning to aid me. This matter is too
important for you not to listen to me-"
Il have been informed" answers
Perrier, by my poor friend Emory's
letters of this peculiar and most un-
fortunate affair, but l do not wish to
engage in it,
Why not?" asks Barnes, shortly.
Don't you think have money to pay
= for it,"
"Of course, 1 know Monsieur is
rich,' answers the Frenchman, depre-
catngly. But my life is my only as
set. | have a wife and children. | saw
one vendetta in Corsica few years
ago, and 1 don't want to get into an
other cat fight where cats are armed
with stilletos. Your enemies already
know your location at Villefranche,
Bernardo Saliceti ha' come from Cor.
sica hoping to win t.: election in his
island by vengeance upon YOU He
and Enrico Danella, the dead Musso's
nephew, are in Nice"
HAS Enrico a scar upon his fore
,head over his yeft eye?" asks Barnes,
eagerly.
He has
Then I've the name of the scar
faced gentleman, thank you," remarks
Burton. Now it is necessary you
SolilC 1lllO ILLS dudlI, IcIIlCI. 1Ou We
got to aid not only me, but two
women
The answer that comes causes
Barnes to look aghast.
Il dare not" answers Perrier, short
~. The fate of my poor friend En-
DRY is too HORRIBLE"
Fate. What fate?"
why, he was to be here two days
ago, according to his letters to me,
to arrange for guarding your villa.
He is not here even to-day. 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 tell?" mutters the Amer.
lean gloomily.
But can," answers the private de-
tective. MADAME Blackwood, for
whom l have executed some little COM
missions, called on me two days ago
excitedly. 'Perrier,' she said, in her
American abruptness, I want you to
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