The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-03-18

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 ito"
OF course, l know Monsieur is
rich, answers the Frenchman, depre-
catlngly But my life is my only as
set. have wife and children. saw
one vendetta in Corsica a few wears
ago, and don't want to get into an
other cat fight where cats are armed
with stilletos. Your enemies already
know your location at Nillefranche,
Bernardo Saliceti has come from Cor
sica hoping to win the election in his
island by vengeance upon you He
and Enrico Danella, the dead Mussos
nephew, are in Nice
Has Enrico 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
come into this affair Perrier You've
got to aid not only me, but two
| women"
The answer that comes causes
Barnes to look aghast.
II dare not" answers Perrier. short
| ly 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 Emoryo"
How can | tell?" mutters the Amer
! lean gloomily.
But can answers the private de-
tective. Madame Blackwood. for
whom have executed some little COM
missions, called on me two days ago
eXcltedly. Perrier, she said, in her
American abruptness, want you to
bring to justice some villains who
murdered a Yankee detective named
Emory, the other day near ST. Tro-
| PEI You saw him killed. asked.
No, but I've got evidence few
words from she checked herself;
but added, i don't dare to tell Mr..
Ruggles of this; he's so impulsive
he'd spend his money and his blood,
too, to bring murderer of one of his
countrymen to justice. So you just
go on and get the evidence against
these fellows and trot them to the
| guillotine.' But the fate of Emory
i warned me, ! determined to give up
the whole affair."" adds Perrier.
Thank you again." sneers Barnes,
and coming out the American laughs
to himself. But the mention Of Ma
dame Blackwood reminds him of her
letter. by George Sallys note hint
ed at grave danger to me. 1t must
be this Emory business" and without
more ado Mr.. Barnes, hurriedly keep
ing his eyes alert for sudden daggers,
makes his way to the promenade. by
the sea and shortly after enters the
luxurious Hotel ST. Petersburg.
1t is ten in the evening. He is
4 about to send up his card to Madame
Blackwood and request an interview
when she enters. AS she comes in
by the ladies' entrance, the Kansas
cattle king, who attends her, chances
| to glance into the office and calls out:
"Whew, Barnes, that was lucky ad-
] dress you gave me in Paris five weeks
ago" and, taking him aside, whispers,
II caught the lady. The goods came
high, but they're worth the money.
Step up and have supper with us"
This invitation Barnes finds it i'm
possible to politely decline. as Sally
Blackwood has already put her beauti-
fnl eyes upon him and said: so glad
| you're here. You mustn't refuse. We
A moment later Barnes finds him
| self ushered into La Blackwood's priv
ate parlor, where supper is shortly
served to them. Several times Burton
is about to hint at the purport of her
note, but the expressive eyes of the
adventures warn him to hold his
| tongue. Coffee however, is no sooner
served than the fascinating creature
says: Now, Dan, supposng YOU run
downstairs and have your smoke there
want to talk with Mr. Barnes OF
New York-something ! don't want
YOU TO hear That needn't make YOU
jealous-its about my parents il
Ohio
The minute the cattle king disap
pears the lady's manner changes. She
cries ail'ily: Guess what made ms
write to YOU
Hate mutters Barnes, between
putfs OF his cigarette.
No, though ought TO hate you
What ] want to see you about l.;
Blackwood's eyes become intense ant
her voice falls TO a whisper-"s II
save your life-if can. DO YOU know
that half of a commune in Corsic;
want your blood?"