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Show I Mr.BaraesJ 5 American Archibald Clavcring Gunlcr A Sequel to Mr. Barnes of New York Aulhorof "Mr. Barnes of New York," ! "Mr. Poller of Ten..," I j "Thai Frenchman," Etc. Q ' Coprrlulit, 1UW. IKkIiI MeaUACo., N. V. SYNOPSIS. lluilnri II. lliirnPN. a ucnllliv Anmrlcnn touring CorHlrn, ii'.ii'iion the yimmt l'."K-IIhIi l'."K-IIhIi II fi I tut tit. IMunril (Inriu-il Atiilrulli-r, Atiilrulli-r, mill IiIh CoikIiiiii liilnV, .Muriiiii. dniiKlitnr of tin' I'anllH, frnin the ni'ir-dcriitiH ni'ir-dcriitiH vi'iiilcttn, iiiiilt'iHtiituliiit; Unit Ills rmviinl Ih In, lie lli limn) or IIh' fill Im' Iiiviih. Knlil Aiiilriii lirr. hIhIit of tin- l-:tt-Hull lli'iili'iuint. Tlx- fnur My from .m- fl eld In MnrHi'llloH on lioanl I In' 1'fvin li nti'uni'r f'oiiNtiintliH'. Tin- vcnuVtta titii- B itui-H mill n tin- iinrli'l nil- nliom to liniinl (ln Irnln for I.0111I1111 ill Miirm'llli Miirln.i Im limnli'tl 11 itiyHlrrloiiH until wlilt'li ciiimi'H her In rollnp.si- mnl nori'Mil-t nori'Mil-t a I iM 11 piiHIiiiitii'iiinnl of lln Jouiiii'V. 1 til I MOM KI'lH I l.'t 1 1 Of till' lliyilll'lllMIH llllll' mnl ici'clvcH li't tirn w I i . 1 1 Inrorin I1I111 tlmt I hi Ih nuirltcil by tlu .inlet ta. Ho oimiloyn 1111 Atni-rli'mi ilctccliv mnl plmm to limit tho vi'iiilcttn at tlii'lr own Kiunu. CHAPTER I. Continued. "How ln.ro you send my child nwuy when t lmd ordered hor to bud?" ru-ninrliH ru-ninrliH her mother, nti;iily. fl 'lied? Oh, Mutid In too young to bo sent to fl "You think she Ih too young?" Lady Clmi trla' tone Ih niipcimed. Two mlnutoH after, MIsh Otitirtrts, cut I UK bonbons In the hccIiiMou of n jmiKiillleeiit confectloner'H ubop on the (!ourH lielzmico, remarks, Hiisplelons-ly: Hiisplelons-ly: "Wliut nro you doliiK nil thin for, Mr. IhirncH of Now York?" "I've K)1 n llttlo Information to got fioui you, Maud," wiyn tho Ainerleiin. "Wliut kind of a looking man wax ho who gavo you tho communication for Mrs, AiiHtmthcr?" "Ho was nn Italian or forolgnor or Romcthlng of that kind with tho man-ucrR man-ucrR of a waiter or a gontlonmn. Ho lmd a long, thin scar over his loft eye-brow. eye-brow. 1 notlcod tltnt liocnuso his nloovo biittnna had tho tianio crest as Miirho D.inella'H by tho by, Iiow'h dear Musho?" "Tho deuee! Do you think Marina know him?" Tho American's volco Is fl bourse with concern. "How can I toll? llrldlo didn't boo him. I simply gavo hor tho nolo. It knocked hor Btupld, and alio almost Then Maud's eyes opened bigger than over, for Mr. Humes says stem-ly stem-ly "(live mo that note!" "What makes you think 1'vo got it?" Maud mutters, affrighted. "Olvo tuo tho note you picked up from tho lloor of tho depot when it fell from Marina's fainting hand, nnd tucked In that loft glovo of yours." "Not unless you buy 'em for two fl boxes of innrrons glnrus!" nssortod tho Infant, commercially. B "Done!" says tho American, sharply. B Miss Chartrls unbuttons her left fl. glovo nnd carefully extracts from It and passes him throe pieces of paper. "Now pay up!" she exclaims. I Hut after matching tho tlireo frag-incuts frag-incuts of a letter and glancing hastily over them tho fnco of tho gentleman In front of her has grown so distressed and horrified that the candy she is eating eat-ing slips from Mnud's lingers and fulls upon tho lloor of tho shop. CHAPTER II. The Document In Barnes' Pocketbook. "You have read this?" Barnes Is speaking while ho Is deciphering as woll as ho can tho mutilated nolo. "How could I in the carriage with you and after that under mamma's ttwful eyes?" "Whore's the fourth tho other piece?" asked llurton, savagely. "I I couldn't get the other tho people peo-ple were stamping about so." stammers stam-mers Maud. "Shu was tearing It up j when she keeled over." "Did Marina say anything?" "Yos, slut sorter gasped: 'Don't tell him!" Then Kdwln grabbed lior. Hut what's In It?" asks Maud, as Humes strives again to gain tho full meaning of the three-quarter epistle. "Nothing that would Interest n little girl." "Hut it would Intorest nin. Lot mo toll ma Then she'll let up on 1110." "Not a word to anyone!" says llurton, llur-ton, sternly. "Two ntoro boxes of innrrons 3Hj places." "Hero, buy them!" The American VVJI passed to Maud's qagerly outstretched 9VJ baud a couple of 20-frunc gold pieces. PVJ "Hut " Barnes' demeanor has become ftVB lorrlfylng, "If you blab of this to I'M- win Anstruthcr, I'll tell your mother that you kept this note trom her." "Great Jonesl" 'mutters Maud, shlv-erlng. shlv-erlng. Then sho Implores: "Hut It I keep dark, you'll beg mo off for run-11 run-11 lug away with you?" "Yos, avoid your mother's eyes for two hours and I'll probubly put somo-thing somo-thing in Lady Chartrls' head that will mako her so happy she'll think you.thp nicest llttlo chick out of Its sTiell!" Tho America!) courteously lends tho Chartrls Infant to hor hotel, but oven m ho bids the child udleu at the door, the fieri, ctnlng out, says "Monsle r Harnei n nale for vmi at the offlct llurttin haf been compelled to regis tnr himself and parly He steps In. tearing open an envelope addressed in nn unknown hand, reads what, stable-minded stable-minded as he Is, gives him a shock. "This compels mo to toll Kdwln. I ; muot post him a llttlo bit," bo thinks rapidly, and acting with equal promptness, prompt-ness, steps Into the cafe. Not finding Anstruthcr there, Barnes walks up the stairs. At the door of his wife's chnmber, tho Kngllsh naval olllccr Is pacing tho corridor. ' "Marina Is much better. She has recovered her senses," says Kdwlu, elatedly. "Hut Enid believes It best for me not to see her Immediately, and the French physician declares it Is madness at present to think of the fatigue tif a long railway Journey for my wife." "I had fenred Hint," remarks Barnes. "The Important thing Is now to gunrd her." "C.uurd her?" "Yes. It Is now Imperative- that I tell you, AiiHtrnthor, something I would have kept from you." Two minutes' hurried conversation and the English sailor says In quarterdeck quarter-deck directness: "I understand. No one goes Into that door except tint doctor doc-tor nnd ICnld. If unyime prowls around here lend me your revolver, Barnes. You nlwnys carry one." "Yos, mid you must from now on do the same," answers tho American na he passes tho weapon to tho Englishman. English-man. He steps to his own room, and gets another pistol fiom his valise, muttering grimly: "If I have to shoot. It will bo to kill. Now, this makes It necessary to see Elijah Emory ut j once. Luckily 1 cabled him." Milking his way hurriedly to the ! busy Coiirs Helzunce, Barnes steps Into tho Hotel ilos Deux-Mon-'ns, n well-known house of commercial onto! on-to! tulnmcnt. A moment's Inquiry of the polite clerk nnd he steps Into the correspondence room of the hotel. After looking about n moment, ho places his hand on the shoulder of n man engaged In writing. "I saw 'you come In tho door, Barnes!" says the man. continuing his labor. "(Had to behold you. Your wire from Ajacclo came Inst night. I've got nil tho Information for you. I missed you nt tho garo, nnd reckoned reck-oned you'd gono on to Paris. Here's what you wanted, llnlahcd." He passes him the paper. Barnes glances carefully about tho room which Is deserted. "There's no living thing- hero except llles," remarks Emory. "I took caro of that before 1 began to wrlto my "Gee Whir, You Want Me to Put My Finger In a Regular Corslcan Vendetta?" confidential report for you. I'll keep my eyo on tho door, so you can speak frooly.1' "Have you over been over in Cor-slca?" Cor-slca?" whispers his client. "Novor!" says tho detective. "And I don't hanker after going there If a Corslcan commits a crlnio nnd gets to his blessed Island, ho can stay therefor there-for me. To arrest him tho gendnrmes might have to kill his whole- tribe; they hnng together like a flock of wild hogs." "Yes, too much. Now I'll tell you what I want you to do for mo. Emory. I want you to net as a buffer." "A buffer agin what?" "Against tho intnnglblo. I hnvon't settled exactly against whom, but listen to my story. It won't tnko over half an hour. Then you'll know how to act." Itnpldly, but tnulor his breath. Hnrnos tells the American detective of the extraordinary, uncalled for and mistaken Corslcan blood foud that ho fears Instead of having been sntlsllcd two nights before by tho death of two men, has been increased and extended. During tho llrst of his story, Emory beams upon him with tho genial smile of a man expecting ducats. During tho hitter part of It, his face grows ' worried, several times ho nervously wipes the perspiration froin his brow, nnd squirms all over his scat uneasily. At tho close ho shudders: "Geo whiic, you want me to put my finger In a regula. Corslcan vendetta? Notonyer blooming life! Not for all tho rhino in Baring Brothers'. Besides, women sometimes lake a hand In these affairs and play th very devil." "Yes, It's becauso ono unfortunate lady Is already in this nffalr nnd another an-other may bo drawn Into It I speak to you," Implores Barnes. "I know money won't tempt you, Emory, but 11 countrywoman, coun-trywoman, or rather ono who will bo u countrywoman " "Oh, you mean tho futuro Mrs. Uarnes of Now. York. Woll, for her sake, hang mo If I don't go 'you!" "Thank vou!" Uaruo glvo Emory 'x grat'ful grip, nil.rg ea00'1- N..u lot's look uvfi 'hl affair. Thi n' h monej cnniiKh In u.e pockets nf one or two of these people ti carry the feud to the ends of the earth. few moments ago I told you about Edwin's Ed-win's bride following the man sho thought had killed her brother to , Egypt. Now, when I walk down Hrond- , way on a pleasant ovonlng from thu theater. I'm not Holng to be looking j over my shoulder for a dagger In my ' back. Thero's only one way to settlo I this affair." I "How's that?" "Squelch It!" says Harnes, savagely, "by killing those who would mtirdui me and my kin." j "Hut, the French government?" "Tho French government won't prevent pre-vent my defending myself. In Corsica Itself France hns practically never In torforcd In vendettas. As I wired, yoi have obtained 83 far as you can, a llsl of nil the relatives of Musso Danella.' Barnes looks over tho paper Emory hns given him nnd observes: "All, ex cept Correglo Ciprlnno Danella, Mus so's half brother, arc practlcnllj French." "Yes," snya Emory, "except thoro'i) a cousin a kind of knockabout fel low, Enrico, who's Corslcan also I didn't get him till the last. You'll find his name nt the bottom Of tho page.", "Where Is he?" asks Barnes. "Oh, Enrico's ubout tho Ilivlern some place, I reckon. They say bo's always near a gaming tablo when he's got nny money In his pocket. When he hasn't, Enrico don't caro whnt ho does to get more," answers the detective. detec-tive. "Hut, from your report, Correglo, tho biothor, Is now in Marseilles. We'll take this Correglo first. Ho has n country estate near Serra In tho Island anil spends tho balance of his time ehlelly In southern France; Is intensely intense-ly Corslcan." returns Harnes. Taking from his pocketbook tho fragments of the note Maud had given him the one' that had produced Marina's nervous stroke ho places them before the detective, de-tective, nnd nsks: "Is this Correglo Danella's handwriting?" "I can't toll, but I'll find out for you," nnswors Elijah, then his eyes begin to roll, ns ho mutters: "Whew! Judging from tho part of It I can read, that's a nasty document." "Yes, though I don't think wo'vo got tho worst of it, It is as crafty ns it is cruel. It was given to tho bride not entirely recovered from tho agitation of that horrible wedding night to so shock her delicate and already overtaxed over-taxed nervos that wo cannot move away from here. Some devil in Marseilles Mar-seilles Is trying to hold us hero till these bloodhounds arrivo from Coralca nnd have time to net. Hero's another I note In the same handwriting that puts me in," remarks Burton, moodily. "I received It nt my hotel half an hour ago. It's tho Corslcan custom to glvo a delicate hint to the doomed." He reads: " 'Hnvo a caro of yourself! This la thy warning. Itemcmbor death Is on you and your spouse nnd your offspring, off-spring, born nnd unborn.'" "I'leasant rending for n man with his wedding day Just abend of him," snarls the New Yorker, "That's what makes mo us vindictive ns they are." "Do ynn think with this in your hand," whispers Emory, Impressively, "you should havo a wedding day. I've heard such monstrous reports about them from Porrler, tho French detective, detec-tive, who went over theso once " "Not until this is finished," interjects inter-jects Burton, with a moan of disappointment. disap-pointment. Tho detective's comment mnke oven Harnes' regular pulso beat slower. "Well, what are your plans to meet this?" nsks tho American criminologist. criminolo-gist. "My plans nro very simple," says Harnes, tersely. "I'm going to get our women In a safe placo and then-i thon tho hunted becomes tho hunter!" "Hut how aro yo to got tho women safe? Someouo mny bo potting 'em while you'ro rounding up tho others! How aro yo going to fix that?" (TO 111! CONTINUED.) |