The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-02-12


thing in Lady Chartris' head that will
make her so happy she'll think you the
incest little chick out of its SHELF
The American courteously leads the
Chartris infant to her hotel but even
as he bids the child adieu at the door,
the clerk coming out. says: Monsieur
Barnes, note for you at the office"
Burton has been compelled to regis
ter himself and party. He steps in,
tearing open an envelope addressed in
an unknown hand, reads what, stable
minded as he is. gives him shock.
This compels me to tell Edwin. |
must post him little bit" he thinks
rapidly, and acting with equal prompt
ness, steps into the cafe. Not finding
Anstruther there, Barnes walks up the
stairs.
AT the door of his wife's chamber,
the English naval officer is pacing the
corridor
Marina is much better. She has
recovered her senses" says Edwin,
elatedly. But Enid believes it best
for me not to see her Immediately, and
the French physician declares it is
madness at present to think of the
fatigue of a long railway journey for
my wife"
II had feared that" remarks Barnes.
The important thing is now to guard
her"
Guard herr"
Yes. 1t is now imperative that |
tell you, Anstruther, something would
have kept from you"
Two minutes hurried conversation
and the English sailor says in quarter
deck directness: II understand. No
one goes into that door except the doc
tor and Enid. If anyone prowls around
here-lend me your revolver, Barnes.
You always carry one"
Yes, and you must from now on do
the same" answers the American as
he passes the weapon to the English
man. He steps to his own room, and
gets another pistol from his valise,
muttering grimly: eff have to shoot,
it will be to kill. Now, this makes it
necessary to see Elijah Emory at
once. Luckily I cabled him
Making his way hurriedly to the
busy Cours Belzunce, Barnes steps
into the Hotel des Deux- Mondes, a
well-known house of commercial en-
tertainment. A moments inquiry of
the polite clerk and he steps into the
correspondence room of the hotel.
After looking about moment, he
places his hand on the shoulder of a
man engaged in writing.
Il saw you come ; in the door,
Barnes!" says the man, continuing his
labor Glad to behold you. Your
wire from Ajaccio came last night.
I've got all the information for you
missed you at the care, and reck-
oned you'd gone on to Paris. Here's
what you wanted, finished" He passes
him the paper.
Barnes chances carefully about the
room-which is deserted.
There's no living thing here except
flies" remarks Emory. 81 took care
of that before | began to write my
confidential report for you. I'll keep
my eye on the door, so you can speak
freely"
Have you ever been over in Cor
sica?" whispers his client
Never" says the detective. "Ant
l don't banker after going there. If {
Corsican commits crime and gets tt
his blessed island, he can stay there
for me. To arrest him the gendarmes
might have to kill his whole tribe
they hang together like flock of wilt
hogs"
Yes, too much. Now I'll tell yo,
what want you to do for me, Emory
want you to act as a buffer"
"a buffer agin whato"
Against the intangible. l haven
settled exactly against whom, blu
listen to my story. 1t won't take owe
half an hour Then you'll know hoy
| to act"
Rapidly, but under his breath
| Barnes tells the American detective O
| the extraordinary, uncalled for an
| mistaken Corsican blood feud that h
fears instead of having been Statistic
| two nights before by the death of tw
men, has been increased and extended
During the first of his story, Emor
beams upon him with the genial smil
| of man expecting ducats. Durin
| the latter part of it, his face grow
| worried, several times he nervousl
| wipes the perspiration from his brow
and squirms all over his seat uneasils
| At the close he shudders: Gee whii