The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-07-07

;e lieve mo,
: did not care to continue the coz
- Versatlon. and she soon left the room
~ From that moment. however, / nc
ID ticed she never ceased to observe m'
e and many a time when | pretended :
be asleep in one Of the arm chairs i
a the hall, her large black eyes wer
;, fastened on me as If they were tryln
:, - to pierce my thoughts.
e Who was she, and what did sh
q want from me7 This was only m,
!, ifth dav in the place. / was alread,
a beginning to feel a bit bored; and
J.. problem, no matter how small, CAM
i as welcome relief.
4 With the officials in the hotel Mile
Arco was a persona grata, for, unlike
. most women, who in money matters
q are inclined to be nigga rdly, she tipped
the walters and mhermaids mos
y liberally. The manager of the hote
e and his wife had also taken a great
e fancy to her. and she was always
e warmly welcomed by them in their
sanctum, where she would sit anc
smoke cigarette after cigarette.
Feeling myself closely watched by
her. 7 returned the compliment, and
noticed that she would repair to the
office at those hours when the post
came in, and look over the clerk g
shoulder at the letters he sorted. And
then 1t struck me that no missiye ever
came addressed to her, although ono
afternoon. happening to pass her room
at the moment the maid opened her
respondence, with several letters in
| front of her.
| The next morning. when Mile. Arco
| left the hotel, / went out at the back,
| made quickly for the postofrice by an
other road, and hid myself behind the
hedge of IN 9 empty cottage opposite.
| saw her enter the postoffice and
leave il few minutes later. She
looked up and down the road. and, no
out of her pocket, opened It, and read
it eagerly
Bah I said to myself, .'you are
not clever, my girl. A child could
have seen through your game. Now
we shall have some fun
That same evening after dinner rain
fell IN torrents and most Of the guests
were in the drawing room. A few were
indulging in a harmless game Of cards.
two girls were at the piano singing
sentimental songs, and Mile. Arco re"
clned in a rocking chair, book in
her lap. The count, q very reserved
man, with whom I had thus far eS~
changed only few words, was talk
ing to retired naval officer who had
spent some years in Russia.
Eyes | heard the count say, eve
want thorough change, 1t is dis
graceful state of things. These grand
dukes
"Talking of Russia l cut in. "al-
low me to read to you something that
just happened in Paris
took paper from nv pocket, and
as | unfolded it I noticed the count,
whom I had interrupted in the middle
of his speech, gaze at me with any
thing but pleasure.
Last night" I read, "the police
were called to a house in the Rue
Delambre. in the Montparnasse guar
ter, where, In bedroom on the fifth
floor, they found the body Of a young
woman stabbed to the heart. On a
piece of paper pinned to her dress the
following lines were scribbled in pen
Gil:
This woman. wretched spy in the
employ af the Russian police, has for a
girls studying at the Paris universities.
Two girls who recently returned to Russia
were, on that woman's information. ar
rested at the frontier. and have not been
heard Of since. There are, we know, 9TH |
er female spies now carrying on their ne
farous work in some of the French wa
tering places, and their turn will soon
come.
The police are investigating the affair.
which has created tremendous sensa-
tion among the Russian students here.
There was a moment 8 silence when
L had finished, and then two or three
of the guests remarked that 1t was a
terrible business. The count remained
silent. He soon after went to bed,
and I followed his example.
The next morning after breakfast ]
sat outside the hotel smoking my
cigarette. The guests were at the
springs or strolling about, while the
countess had gone on one of her usual
peregrinations. Toward two the count !
appeared, and, passing me, gave me
one Of his formal mods. l went up to
him.
Pardon me- / said; 81 owe you
an apology for interrupting YOU some
liberty Of stopping you from launching
into what looked very much like dia
tribe against the Russian authori |
ties. You were apparently not aware |
that a political spy was sitting within |
a yard of you.'
"a spyi" he gasped.
Yes, a spy, in the person of that |
good-looking girl, Mile: Eugene Arco.
apology
M. Guibert,' he laughed 81 don t |
know whether TO challenge You to
fight OF to ask you to do me the honor
TO lunch with me today
''TheFe is no necessity for either
replied 81 am only too happy to
have rendered you slight service.
How do you know she was spvH
he asked. "Have YOU any prooff'
No. only strong suspicion. But we
shall now have proofs
The head waiter was standing at
the door.
"I have not seen Mile Arco this
morning. ] called out TO him. 81 hope.
she is not i'll
''She has gone away" the man re-
piled. "She loft early this morning. -
The count looked puzzled. We
walked little way down the road,
and then ] said:
81 had my doubts about that girl
from the start: she is a bungler, a
novice in the business. Fancy her
suspectlng me. native OF Brittany, Of
being Russian Nihilisti Political
spy'ng is dirty work: but il you do it
you must do IT we'll or it becomes dan
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