Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-18
Continued From Yesterday,

NJ. Ferraud spoke to the young
woman who waited on the table.
Please find Carlo, the driver. and
bring him here"
in hand. curious.
Carlo began the F~renchman. lean
ing on his elbows, his sharp eyes boring
into the mild brown ones OF the Cor
sican, 1--WE shall not return to Carghese
tomorrow but the day after
Mo return tomorrow" cried Carlo
dismayed. "Ah, but tho signore does
not understand. We are engaged day
after tomorrow to carry O. party to
Bonifaolo. We have promised. We
must return tomorrow
Fitzgerald saw the drift and bent
forward. The admiral fumed because
his italian was an Indifferent article.
But" pursued NJ. Ferraud, we will
pay you twenty francs the day, just
the same"
I'VE are promised Carlo shrugged
and spread his hands, but the glitter ia
his questioner's yes disquieted him.
Whats this about7' growled the ad-
miral.
1.-THE man says he must take us back
tomorrow, or leave us, as he has prom
ised to return to Ajaccio to carry q
party to Bonifacio," M. Ferraud eX-
planned,
"Then, If we don't so tomorrow il
means a week In this forsaken hole3'
ut Is possible" NJ. Ferraud turned
TO Carlo once more. I'VE will make II
fifty francs per day"
impossible, signore!"
"Then you win return tomorrow
without us"
Carlos face hardened. But"
Come outside with me-" said NJ.
Ferraud In q tone which brooked no
further argument.
The two stepped out into the hall,
and when the Frenchman came back
his face was animated.
IN. Ferraud," said the admiral Jelly.
my daughter has informed me what
passed between you. I must say that
you have taken a deal upon your
self"
IN. Ferraud is right" put in Fitz-
gerald.
you, too?"
Yes. 1 think the time has come for
M. Ferraud to offer full explanations"
The butterfly-hunter resumed his
chair. "They will remain or carry us
on to Corte. From there we can take
| the train back to Ajaccio, saving a day
and n half. Admiral, | have q con-
fession to make. IL viii surprise you,
and I offer you my apologies ct once"
He paused. He loved moments like
this, when he could resort to the dra-
matte in perfect security. IT was the
man In the chimney"
The admiral gasped. Laura dropped
her hands TO the table. Cathewe sat
back stifly. Coldfeld stared. Hide
garde shaded her face with the news
paper through which she had been idly
CHANGING.
"Patlencel" as the admiral made as
though to press back HIS chair. MFR.
Fitzgerald knew from the beginning.
Is that not true?"
ct is, M. Ferraud. Go on"
"Breitmann is the great-grendson Of
Napoleon. BY this time he is travelling
owe some mountain pass, with his in
heritance snug under his hand. You
will ask, why all these subterfuges,
this lodging IN and out? Thus. Could
l have found the secret of the chin
ney--I worked from memory-none Of
US would be here, and one of the great
c~onspiracies of the time would have
been nipped IN the bud. What do you
think? Breitmann proposes to SO into
France with the torch of anarchy In
his hand; and IL he does, he will De
shot. He proposes to divide this
money among his companions, who,
with their pockets full OF gold, viii
deSart him tha daV he fOuchaS France.
DO you reeollect the scar on his tenn
pie? 1t was not made by IL sabre; it
is the mark of a bullet. He received It
while a correspondent In the BalkanB.
Well, 1t left a mark on his brain also.
That Is to say. he is conscious of what
he does but not why he does It. He
is q sane man with an obsession. This
wound, together with the result of
Germany's brutal policy toward him
and Frances indifference, has made
him a kind Of monomaniac. You will
ask why l, an accredited agent in the
employ of France, nave not stepped in
and arrested him. My evidence might
bring him to trial, but 1t would never
convict him. Once liberated, he would
begin all over again, meaning that 1
also would have to start in at q new
beginning. So I have let him pro-
coed to the end, hnd in doing so 1
shall save him in spite of himself. You
see. I have a bit of sentiment"
Hildegarde could have reached over
and kissed his hand.
''Why didn't he tell all this to me2"
cried the admiral. why didn't he tell
meg ! would have helped him"