The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-09-12

cried. She did not seem to hear this.
Now. what do you wish to dO?''
Il don't know What ought TO do?
My uncle-dO you know the Count was
my uncle?-or, rather, not my own un-
Gle, no real blood relation"
mo, had no idea"
When the trouble came at Warsaw
he had to fly, and he was carrying GER
tain papers with Instructions to friends
of the Fraternity to Cracow. A raid
is expected there; and there are papers
which threaten US all. Even my own
dear mother is in danger. He told me
10 carry those papers through TO era
COW at any cost; to get your help if
need be- and to say that your friend,
/ Count Ladislas, was also involved. I
was to tell you this if you showed
/ any reluctance to help me. But now
what can we do?" and she looked the
picture of dismay.
You were travelling as an English
girl?"
YES, as Miss Mary Smith. He got
passports for me in that name and for
himself as Ivan GTubel. my servant"
Where are they?"
He has them and the rest of the
papers. They are sewn into his coat"
"Why did he make all this mcthOdi-
cal preparation p
He was recognized, I think, IN
Bratinsk. That was why we were driv-
ing away. He expected to be pur-
sued"
IF I get the coat, can you find the
papers?"
Yes, but-he is-dead;" and she
shuddered.
I'VE have to think Of the living
Yourself, my friend, and your mother.
It is not a pleasant thing to strip
the coat off a dead man; but it had to
be done. So went and did II as quick
ly as I could. I took it back to her
and she was hurriedly searching for
the papers when she gave a little gasI
of alarm and shrank close TO me as q
horseman appeared, picking his way
very gingerly down the hill It was ms
friend, the police agent from Warsaw
In moment he took in the scene He
recognized me at once, and my com
paniOn a moment later.
"Ah. this is better luck than I ex.
pected. A smash, Ell? So you didn't
get far away after all? I knew
) should catch you. but didn't hope Z
do # so soon. Where's Count Peter
Valdemar?"
< You again is it?" I said. with e
smile. THE young lady, a country
woman Of mine, Miss Mary Smith, has
| met with an accident and her servant
r named Ivan Grubel has been killed
The horses ran away"
e KILLED, Ell? That's his coat then
I Give that TO me-" My. companion
caught her breath and clutched ny
! arm.
! You guessed too fast, my friend
2 you did so this morning, you know
5 as 1 showed you afterwards. This Goa
e is mine" and with that I slipped m!
] arms into it and put it on.
n Yes, it's easy to see it's yours b!
; | the way it fits you" he sneered. M
arms were some three inches too IOnl
e for the sleeves and the body was ridicu
n lousy short. I know you by this time
r You must give me that coat. I saw
k the woman there searching the pocket
$ for something"
4 IF you want it, you'd better com
20 and take it. I shan't give it up unies
y you do"
q For your own sake don't mix up an,
more with this. If you are an Eng
% lishman, go away and leave me TO dea
n with this woman. But give me tina
coat. You know to whom it belonged
To- and I must have it,"
7 He dismounted and walked towar
9 me.
You had better keep your distance,
I said quietly.
II You resist? Then I must do m
d duty. You are my prisoner"
. The threat of arrest seemed to scar
n the girl badly, but without a second
hesitation she tried to shield me b
10 taking everything on her own shoul
ders
L alone am responsible" she CRIED
stepping forward. Give up the Goa
Mr.. Anstruther. 1t is I who should
I the prisoner"
She acted pluckily, like the little brio
she was, and with the best intention
in the world. But it was a huge mis-
take. She had practically given tn
whole thing away.
The significant leer Of triumph on tn
police agents face made it plain tina
he appreciated this.