An Artist In Crime

[Copyright, 1895, by G. P. Putnam's Sons.]

 "Why, stupid, that is what I send you down there for. As the postmaster is an acquaintance of mine I could get the address, should it reach him, without having you there. But that is only a faint hope. We know that the hild is in East Orange. East Orange has just so many houses. You must examine every one, if necessary. Now go, and if yon don 't find the child I have no further need of you. I give you this commission partly as a chance to redeem your other mistake and partly because you have seen the child once and could recognize her. "

"I'll find her," said Lucette, and she departed.

A week later Mr. Barnes was in New Orleans, where he devoted himself to discovering, if possible, the early histories of Mr. Mitchel and the murdered woman. Weeks passed, and he made no progress.

One morning in the latter part of April he was feeling somewhat despondent over his ill success, when, as be glanced listlessly through The Picayune the following paragraph caught lis eye :

"Mr. .Barnes, the celebrated New York detective, is in the city and stopping at the St. Charles hotel. It is believed that he is in search of a desperate criminal, and probably the news loving world will soon be treated to one of the famous detective's clever elucidations of some mysterious crime. "

This both annoyed and puzzled Mr. Barnes. He had not told any one his true name and could not guess how the reporters had found his identity. While he was thinking of it a card was brought to him which bore the name, "Richard Seften. ' '

He directed that the gentleman should be shown to his room, and soon after a man of about 35, with dark complexion," black hair and keen hazel eyes, entered, bowing politely and saying:

"This is Mr. Barnes, I believe. "

"Be seated, Mr. Sefton," said Mr. Barnes coldly, "and then tell me why you believe me to be Mr. Barnes, when I registered as James Morton. "

"I do not believe you to be Mr. Barnes, " said the other, coolly seating himself "I was inaccurate in using that expression. I know that you are Mr. Barnes. ' '

"Oh!  You do! And how, pray, do you know that I arn Mr. Barnes?"

"Because it is my business to know people. l am a detective like yourself. I have come to help you. "

" You have come to help me! You are very kind, I am sure. But since you are so very clever, perhaps you would not mind telling me how you know that I need help and in what direction. "

"With pleasure. You need help because, pardon my saying it, yon are working on a case in which time is precious to you, and you have already wasted about six weeks. I say wasted, because you have learned nothing that will aid you in your search. "

"In my search for what?"

"Mr. Barnes, you are not over cordial. There should be some fraternal courtesy between us. I have come to you as a friend, honestly wishing to aid you. I have known that you were in the city for some time. I have heard of you, of course. Who in our business has not? Therefore I have spent a great deal of spare time watching you. I did so simply to notice and perhaps to learn something from your methods. In this way I became acquainted with the fact, first, that you are interested in the name Mitchel, and, secondly, in the name Leroy. I have simply put the two together and jumped to the conclusion that you are trying to learn something about Leroy Mitchel. Am I right?"

"Before I reply to you, Mr. Sefton, I must have more assurance of your good will and responsibility. How do I know that you are a detective at all?"

"Quite right! Here is my badge. I am in the department here. "

"Very well so far, but now how can you prove that you have any good reason for assisting me?"

"You are a hard man to help, I declare. Why, what object but a friendly one can I have?"

"I am not prepared to answer that at present. Perhaps I shall be able to do so later."

"Oh, very well! You can look me up all you want to. I can stand it, I assure you. But, really, I did want to help, though of course I have no right to intrude. As you say you do not need me, why I" -

"I did not say that I would not accept your aid. You must not think me ungracious. I am simply a detective, and careful from habit. I certainly should not speak confidentially to a man that I meet for the first time, and so disclose any of my own purposes. But it is different with you. You must have had a definite idea by which you expect to give me assistance or you would not have come here. If you are earnest and honest, I see no reason why you should not disclose the main purpose of your visit at once. "

"If only to prove my honestly I will do so I believe you are looking for Leroy Mitchel. If so, I can tell you how to find him in a few hours, or, at the worst, in a day or two. "

"You know of a Leroy Mitchel who is now in this city?"

"I do. He is over in Algiers, a worker in one of the car houses. He is a common, drunken brute, and that is the only reason why there would be any difficulty about finding him. When he is sober, he is easy to see, but as soon as he gets some money he is off another.

"Certainly- that is; I did know such a woman once. But she has not been in New ? for years. At one time any one could have given you her address. I see now that this man is the one whom you want, for once be passed as this woman's husband. "

"You are sure of this?"

"Positive. "

"When and where can I see this man?"

"He works in the shops of the Louisiana and Texas railroad, over in Algiers. You can find him through the foreman. "

"Mr. Sefton, it may be that you have given me information which will be of service to me. If so, you will not regret it. I will myself examine into the matter. For the present, if I do not make a confident of you, you must attribute it to caution rather than to distrust. "

"Oh, I am not easily offended. I would act in the same manner in your place. But you will find that l am your friend. You can count on me to aid you on demand. I won 't trouble you again till you send for me. A note to headquarters will reach me quickest. Good morning. "

"Good morning, Mr. Sefton, and thank you." Mr. Barnes extended his hand, feeling that perhaps he had been unnecessarily discourteous.

Mr. Sefton took it with that genial smile of friendship so common to the native southerner.

Left alone, Mr. Barnes at once prepared for a trip to Algiers, determined not to let any more time be lost. He reached the shops just after the men had knocked off for luncheon. The foreman, however, told him that Leroy Mitchel had been at work in the morning, so he waited patiently.

When the men came back to resume work, the foreman pointed out a man who he said was Leroy Mitchel. The fellow had a bad face, and if ever he was a gentleman he had sunk so low through drink that no evidence of it remained in his appearance. Mr. Barnes went up to him and asked when he sould have a talk with him.

"Now, if yon pay for it, " replied the man insolently.

"What do you mean?" asked the detective ' '

Just what I say, ' ' said the other. "We get our pay here by the hour, and if you want my time, why, you'll have to pay for it at union rates. " And he laughed as though a good joke had been propounded.

"Then," said Mr. Barnes, taking in the kind of a man with whom he had to deal, "I'll engage you on a job that I have for you and pay you double "wages as Iong as I use you. "

"Now you are talking," said the fellow. " Where'll we go"

"I think I'll take you to my hotel. " And thither they proceeded. Up in his own room again Mr. Barnes felt at ease, while his companion certainly made himself comfortable, selecting a rocking chair and putting his feet up on the window sill.

"Now then," began Mr. Barnes, "I want to ask you a few questions. Are you prepared to answer them?"

"That will depend on what they are. If you don't ask impertinent questions or ones that I think I ought to get more than double wages for answering - why, I am with you. ' '

"In thefirst place, then, are you willing to say whether you ever knew a woman who called herself Rose Mitchel?"

"Well, rather. I lived with her till she broke me."

"Do you know where she is now?"

"I don't, and I don't care to. "

"Suppose I were to tell you that she is dead, and that she had left $100,000 which is unclaimed?"

The man jumped to his feet as though shot and stood staring at the detective. He gave a long, low whistle, and a keen, tricky gleam came into his eye, which Mr. Barnes noted. At length he spoke :

"Are you giving me this straight?"

"I am telling you the truth. The woman is dead, and that amount of property is where I can get it for the man who can prove that he is entitled to it. "

"And who would that be;" He waited eagerly for the reply, and Mr. Barnes saw that he was playing trump cards.

"Why, Mr. Mitchel, that is what I am down here for. You see, I thought the party would be willing to pay me a good commission for proving him the heir, and that is why I am hunting him up. I started out with the idea that I might find her husband. He would have a claim. "

"I see. " Saying which, he sat down and seemed lost in thought. The detective deemed it well to wait for him to speak again, which he did.

"See here," he exclaimed. "How much do you want for getting this money for me?"

"I cannot get it at all unless you are the woman's husband," replied the detective.

"Well, I am her husband. Didn't I tell you I lived with her till she broke me?"

"Yes, but are you legally married to her?"

"Why, to be sure. Don't I tell you I am her husband?"

"Then, in the name of the law, I arrest you," said Mr. Barnes, suddenly rising and standing over the man.

"Arrest me," said the fellow, jumping up, pale with fright. "What for?"

"Rose Mitchel has been murdered, and the man who killed her has confessed that he was hired to do it by you."

"He's a blasted liar."

"I hope so for your sake. But as you admit that you are her husband, you are the man we are looking for. I'll have to take you to New York. "

"But, I say," said the fellow, now thoroughly alarmed, "there is a big mistake here. I've been lying to you ; I'm not the woman's husband, and my name is not Mitchel. "

"That won 't do, my man. I had you pointed out to me by Sefton, the detective here."

"But he is the very man that hired me to pass off as Mitchel to you."

Mr. Barnes chuckled as he found his rose successful. He had suspected all along that the New Orleans detective was trying to lead him off on a wrong scent and now thought he saw a nance to turn the tables upon him and get some valuable information.

"That is a very thin story," said he, "but if you will tell me all you know, perhaps I may believe you. "

"You bet I'll give you the whole story straight to get out of this scrape. In the first place, my name is Arthur Chambers. I was up in the world once, had money and was respectable. But drink changed all that. Now anybody can buy me for a few dollars, and that is what Sefton did. He came to me about a week ago and told me that a detective was down here from up north nosing around for this Mitchell. He said it was important to an employer of his up in New York to have this detective balked ; that he was hired to do it, and to make him lose time ; that time, in some way, was an important item."

"You say, " interrupted Mr. Barnes, "that Sefton told you he was hired by Barnes one in New York to throw me off the scent?"

"That 's what he said , " replied Chambers. Mr. Barnes easily guessed who was employing Sefton, and once more he paid the tribute of admiration for the caution and ingenious scheming of Mr. Mitchel.

"go on," said the detective.

"There ain't much more to tell. Sefton hired me to play off that I was Mitchel, and he gave me a cock and bull yarn to feed you with about a woman named Rose Mitchel "'

"What was that story?"

"Say, look here," said Chambers, his confidence and cunning returning as he felt himself out of danger of arrest. You don't want that fairy tale. You would rather have the story, wouldn't you?"

''Certainly." 'Well, I'm an old timer, lam. There ain't much that's happened in the Crescent that I couldn't remember if I was paid for It. ' '

"See here, my man, you are not dealing with Sefton now. You tell me what I want to know, and if I find it is true I'll pay you for it. But if you play any tricks, I'll make it warm for you. "

"That's all right. Supposel begin by telling you that this Rose Mitchel, that you say was murdered, was known down here chiefly as Rose Moutalbon. La Montalbon, she was generally called. "

"La Montalbon?" repeated Mr. Barnes. "Then was she an actress?"

"Actress? Well, I guess she was; considerable. But not on the stage. No, she kept a gambling dan on Royal street. Fitted up like a palace, too, and many a young fool has lost his last dime in that house.

"But what about Mitchel? Do you know whether he was connected with her in any way''

"I can't give you that dead straight. There was some mystery there. I used to go to the Royal street place, and I knew Mitchel in a sort of way. He was always hanging around there. Then there was a while that he didn't show up, and then he turned up again and was introduced as La Montalbon's husband. There was a story going that he had married another girl and deserted her - a young creole, I think, though I never heard her name. "

"Did yon know anything about a child, a girl?"

"That was another queer part of it. There was a girl, Jittle Rosy. Some said it was the creola's, but La Montalbon always claimed it was hers. "

"What became of Mitchel?"

"About a year after he passed as La Montalbon 's husband he skipped out - vanished. Several years after that there was another sensation. The child was kidnaped. La Montalbon offered big rewards to recover her, but she never did. Then about three years ago her place began to run down ; she lost money, and finally she, too, disappeared. "

"If this story is true, it may be quite important. Do you think you could identify this man Mitchel?"

"Well, I don't know f or certain. But, see here, come to think of it, there were two Mitchels, and both named Leroy too."

"Are you sure of that?" "Pretty sure. They were consins. The other fellow was younger. I didn't know him myself. He was a Young Men's Christian association sort of a boy, and not quite in my line. But I sort of remember hearing that he was in love with the creole girl. But, say, I'll tell you who can give it to you straight as a shingle. "

"Ah, who is that?" "An old man named Nenilly. He knew all about the creole, and so must know about the Mitchels. I think he was in La Moutalbon's power. She knew something about him and blackmailed him, as she did lots of others. Now that she is dead you might make him open his mouth. "

" Very good. Get me his address, and then see what you can find out about the other Leroy Mitchel, the good boy. Discover what became of him and I'll pay you well. Meanwhile don't let Sefton know that yon are not carrying out his scheme.

" "Say, pard, I tumble to you now. You suspected Sefton and you playee your cards to draw me out. Well, yon did it neat, and now I'm with you. Good day. When I see you again, I'll have some news for you. "

The following day Mr. Barnes called at the bachelor home of Mr. Nenilly. : The handsome old man received him in stately fashion and courteously asked the detective to explain his mission.

For a moment Mr. Barnes did not know how to proceed. He at last said ;

"Mr. Nenilly, I have come to ask your aid in the cause of justice. I have hesitated to do this, not wishing to disturb you. That I do so now is due to the fact that every other resource has been tried and has failed me. "

"Proceed, sir, " said the host, with a courteous bow.

"I am seeking certain information about a woman who was known as La Montalbon, and" - An instantaneous change came over the face of Mr. Nenilly. His hospitable smile of welcome vanished. He rose erect and stiffly said :

"I know nothing of that woman, and must wish you a very good morning," with which he deliberately began to walk from the room. Mr. Barnes for a moment was noplused, but saw that he must act quickly or lose all chance of gaining any information from this man.

"One moment, Mr. Nenilly," he said. "You certainly would not refuse to help me convict her murderer. " As he expected, the last word brought him back.

"Murderer? Did you mean to intimate that she has been murdered?  Saying this he stopped for a second, and then slowly returned and sat down again.

"Rose Montalbon was murdered in New York some months ago. I believe that I am on the track of the guilty trian. Will you aid me?"

"That depends upon circumstances. Yon say the woman is dead. That alters my position in this matter very much. I had reasons, good ones to me, for refusing to converse with you on this subject. But if the woman is dead the objections vanish. " Mr. Barnes thought he understood. Here was one of those who had been ruled by fear, as Chambers had said.

"What I want from you, Mr. Nenilly, is very simple. You either can or you cannot give me the information that I wish. Did you know a man named Leroy Mitchel who was at one timer this woman 's husband?"

"I knew him very well. He was a scoundrel of the deepest dye, for all that he had the manners of the polished gentleman. "

"Do you know what became of him?"

"No; he left this city suddenly and has never returned. ' '

"Did you know little Rose Mitchel?"

"Many a time has she sat upon my knee. This man was her father. He wronged one of the sweetest little girls that ever lived."

"Yon knew this girl? Knew her name?"

"I did."

"What was it?"

"That is a secret I have guarded for too many years to be willing to yield it now to a stranger. You must show me good reasons for giving it to you before I tell it."

"I will explain. This man Mitchel is now in New York. He is about to marry a sweet, good woman. Yet I think that he murdered Rose Montalbon, or Mitchel, to get her out of his way. I think that she was blackmailing him. Besides, he has his child with him."

Mr. Nenilly started up and paced the room for some time, much agitated. Finally he stopped and said : "Yon say he has the child with him?"

"Yes. Here is her likeness. " He handed Mr. Neuilly the photograph made by Lucette.

Mr. Nenilly looked at it, muttered "Very like, very like!" then remained silent for some moments; finally he said:

"And you think he murdered the woman, Montalbon ?"

 "I do." 

 "It would be terrible to hang that child's father. What dishonor! Wha dishonor! But justice is justice !"  He seemed to be talking rather to himself than to Mr. Barnes. Suddenly he turned and said :

"I can not tell you the name for which you ask. But I will go with you to New York, and if this story of yours is true I will move heaven and earth to see justice done. That villain must not ruin another young life. "'

"Good," exclaimed the detective, delighted with the result of his visit.

"One more point, Mr. Nenilly. Who do you know of the existente of anothe Mr. Leroy Mitchel?"

"I never met him, though I knew of him. There was a mystery about that which I never could unravel. I think that he loved this same girl. At any rate, shortly after she died he lost his reason, and is now in an insane asylum. Of course he cannot help us. "

Mr. Barnes, after arranging where t meet Mr. Neuilly, returned to the St Charles to make his own preparation for going north. Up in his room he found Chambers awaiting him.

"Well, " said the detective, "what have your learned?"

"Nothing that will please you, I am sorry to say. Only I have found the other Mitchel. He is a lunatic in an asylum out in the suburbs. But the fellow up north is your man sure. This one, they say, went crazy because his sweetheart gave him the mitten. "

"Did you find out the woman 's name?"

"I could not do that. It seems as carefully bidden as thongh it was a state secret. That gives you an insight into what the creole pride is. "

"Very well. I think you have worked for me faithfully. Here is a $100 bill. Will that satisfy you?"

"Perfectly. I wish you luck. "

An hour later a telegram was handed to Mr. Barnes, which read:

Have found the child. Lucette.

In the afternoon Mr. Barnes started for New York accompanied by Mr. Nenilly. That same night Mr. Robert Leroy Mitchel received a telegram which read :

Barnes off for New York. Has old Nenilly with him. If the last named knows anything. you must be careful. Selfton,

After reading this Mr. Mitchel completed his toilet, used the dispatch to light a cigarette and then took his fiancee to the opera.

Will be continued.