The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-06-21

fairly good master. You have earned
many a buona Ira" I paused sug-
g~estively.
He was voluble in his gratitude.
Heaven was witness that he had been
faithful and honest.
Then will you tell me who was talk
ing to you a few minutes ago? VIII you
tell me exactly what he said to you?"
Certainly he would, and with an ease
born of years of careful cultivation he
lied as cheerfully and iuently as st.
Hilary himself.
1.-The man. monsignore, is the cousin
of the husband of my sister. He Is
the concierge of the Pallazzina Baroni
On the Rio Santa Barbara. Perhaps
you. have seen. monsignore. the o
dfrful poodle that is the property of
the Pr~incipessa Fini. who lives in that
palace. / assure you. monsignore, that
the principessa adores the poodle with
the woolly coat that hangs in strings
at the tail with a devotion that is as
great as If the wonderful poodle were
her own son. But this poodle. you
AiuSt hhC Siutut III VI an ihtCiAteShNO
that Is marvellous and a badness that Is
lamentable. He is always running
away from his dear mistress. Tonight
he went for a ride on the steamboat
oh, he is of an intelligence that Is truly
remarkable-and came to our fonda
menta to visit another dog, but a dog
of so plebian a birth as to be disgrace
full. And so the concierge has come,
swearing, after the wicked beast, and
no doubt the monsignore heard the
barking"
1t was useless to get anything out of
Pietro. He lied because he loved to
lie, and then there had been the money
that had crossed his palm.
THAT will do" l said gravely.
I did not inform st. Hilary the next
morning of my foolish boast to the
duke. Nor did | tell him that the duke
had already been bribing my servant
to spy on me. Hearing that, he would,
| was sure, insist upon our postponing
the search for the casket until the
week was over. That would not suit
my plans at all. But | did tell him of
the dukes pseudo casket. He was de-
lighted at this turn of affairs.
80 our friend the comedian has dis
covered Il casket all by himself" he
exclaimed, rubbing his hands with joy.
His object, of course, is to gain the
consent of Miss Quintard to marry
him. Now that he has obtained that
he will cease to bother us, if, indeed.
he has concerned himself about us at
all. But | forgot" he added hypocrit-
ically. selling my hands. You, my
dear Hume, do not consider this good
news at ALL"
IF it were true that Miss Quintard
were actually engaged to the duke" l
replied indifferently, Il should tell you
and the casket to go to the devil. But
l happen to know that she will wait
n week at least, before binding herself
to him or any other
capital, my dear Hume. capital. In
a quarter of an hour | shall be dressed.
4 cup of coffee and a cigarette. and
we will continue our search. 1t is ear
ly. but not too early TO interview a
servant hopping a doorstep
The Palace Caesarini. as every tour
list knows, is one of the most beauti-
full and historic in Venice. Its distin-
gushing mark, however, is the square
tower that stands at it's rear. The
campanile, as bare of ornament and
as stolid as one of those towers of de-
Tense one sees at Regensburg, is no
more than a case for the stairway in
side. Ugly as it is, it serve to bring
into more striking contrast the light
ness and delicacy of the Gothic jewel
work of the facade of the palace. Five
arches, richly carved with foliage, sup
port the upper stories. The loggia be-
meath is exquisitely proportioned. The
broad marble steps, leading to the wa
ter's edge, extend the whole width of
the palace front. The pointed windows,
Moorish in the ~profusion of their carv-
ing. are noticeable because Of the
quantity grctesque beasts, with mon
strous tails and %protruding tongues.
that are carved in inches between each
window.
Our interest in the palace. however,
was centered in the tower. From this
tower we expected to be led to the
eighth landmark. We thought it most
unlikely that the iron safes had any
significance. For no Imaginable rca-
son surely could the clockmaker have
chosen so public a hiding place. In
deed. the casket might not be in the
Caesarini palace ut all, yet we expect
ed to find it there. At first thought
this seemed unreasonable. Why should
he have hidden the gems In another
house? The existence of the iron
safes suggests the answer.
st. Hilary had read in the Annals
of the Inquisition that the last work
Giovanni had undertaken was the
building of these safes. When once
he had determined to steal the casket
he must have thought of a hiding
place. He knew that his own house
was impossible. The mechanism of
these safes was intricate and delicate.