Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-06-15

"Assuredly. I have driven here as
quickly as possible from Nc. II, Rue
Barbette."
This attack, so direct and uncompro-
missing, did not fail to have its effect.
A ready mask Of suspicion fell across
the woman's impudent pretty face.
There was just a tinge of stage
laughter in her tone when she cried:
"Really. how interesting! And where
Is the Rue Barbette, monsieur? In
what way am / concerned with-No. II,
did you say?"
Brett we'll knew how to conduct the
attack Upon this lady. His voice fell
to a determined note, his eyes looked
~gravely into hers as he answered: ut
Is useless to pretend that o do not
understand me. You are losing mo-
ments worth gold, perhaps diamonds!
Within a few minutes the police will
be here and then 1t will be too late.
Help me first and l will let the police
take care of themselves. Refuse me
your assistance and / will leave you
and your friends to the mercy of the
district commissaire."
A dangerous light leaped into the
woman's eyes at this direct challenge.
Monsieur is pleased to speak in rid
dies" she said. This Is a restaurant.
We can execute your orders, but we
are not skilled in acting charades. You
will find better performers In the
booths out there" and she swept her
hands %scornfully towards the boule-
ward, with its medley of tents, stalls
and merry-go-rounds.
Brett smiled. "You are a stupid
woman" he said. "You think you are
serving your friends by adopting this
tone. In effect you are bringing them
to the guillotine. Now, listen. If I
leave you without further words you
do not see me again. You will
know nothing of what is go
ing on until the police have
lodged you in a cell. Neither you
nor your associates can escape. l
promise nothing. but perhaps If you tell
me what I want to know there may be
a chance for you. Otherwise there is
none. Shall I go?"
And he turned as II to approach the
door.
For an instant the woman hesitated
and Brett thought that he had scored.
Watt she said, lowering her voice,
though there was still the of
subdued passion in her accents. "Who
Is your friend?"
"a gentleman whose identity in nc
way concerns you. You must deal with
me, and It will be better If you ask
who I am"
IT know" she said, laconically
Come this way. both of you"
She raised a fap-door located at one
side of the counter. Brett followed her
into a passage behind the doorway thai
led into the bar. Fairholme succeeded
him.
The trio passed rapidly through q
door at the end of the passage and
quickly found themselves in a long
low room, usually devoted to billiards
The place was dark and smelled evilly
OF stale tobacco. Daylight penetrated
but feebly through the red blinds that
blocked up three windows on ne~side
Tho woman drew two of these blinds
and thus Illuminated the interior. The
windows opened on to a yard and the
place was thoroughly shut off from all
observation from the street.
Now" she said, II will show yor
something"
She walked toward the fireplace al
the emo of the room. On the mantel-
piece was a square Of iron sheeting
painted white and studded with CT
rious-looking spikes in circles, trlangles
and straight lines. From a box close
at hand ahe took half a dozen small
glass bulbs. red and blue. She placed
them In a line on some Of the spikes
at intervals of two inches. Then she
retired to tina side OF the room where
they had entered. The distance was