Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 106, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 May 1912 — The Grand Babylon Hotel [ARTICLE]

The Grand Babylon Hotel

(Copyright The Frank A. Munsey Co.) CHAPTER Yffl. The Baroness’ Arrival and Departure. On the following morning, just before lunch, a lady, accompanied by a maid and a considerable quantity of baggage, arrived at the Grand Babylon Hotel. She was a plump little old lady, with white hair and an old-fashioned bonnet, and she had a quaint, simple smile of surprise at everything in general. Nevertheless she gave the impression of belonging to some aristocracy, though not the English aristocracy. Her tone to her maid, whom she addressed in broken English—the girl being apparently English—was distinctly insolent with the calm, unconscious insolence peculiar to a certain type of continental nobility. The name on the lady’s card ran thus: “Baroness Zerlinski.” She desired rooms on the third floor.

It happened that Nella was in the bureau. - “On the third floor, madam?’’ questioned Nella in her best clerkly manner. “I did say on de third floor,” said the plump litle old lady. "‘We havle accommodation on the second floor.” “I wish to be high up out of de dust and in de light,” explained the Baroness. “We have no suits on the third floor, madam.” “Never mind, no mattaire! Have you not twtTYooms that communicate?” Nella consulted her books rather awkwardly. “Numbers 122 and 123 communicate.’’ “Or is it 121 and 122?” the little old lady remarked quickly, and then bit her lip. “I beg your'pardon— l should have said 121 and 122.”

At that moment Nella regarded the Baroness’ correction of her figures as a curious chance but afterward, when the Baroness has ascended in the lift, the thing struck her as somewhat strange. ~'7 Perhaps the Baroness Zerlinski had stayed at the hotel before. For the sake of convenience, an index extended back thirty years. Nella examined it, but it did not containe the name of Zerlinski. Then it was that Nella began to examine what had crossed her mind when first the Baroness presented herself at the bureau, that the features of the Baroness were remotely familiar to her. She thought, not that she had seen the old lady’s face before, but that she had seen somewhere, some time, a face of a similar cast. It occurred to Nella to look at the “Almanach de Gotha” —that record of all the mazes of Continental blue blood; but the “Almanach de Gotha” made no reference to any barony of Zerlinski.

Nella inquired where the Baroness meant to take lunch, and was informed her in the diningroom. She at once decided to lunch there herself.

Seated in a corner, half hidden by a pillar, she could survey all the guests, and watch each* group as it entered or left. Presently the Baroness appeared, dressed in black, with a tiny lace shawl, despite the June warmth; very stately, very quaint and gently smiling.

Nella observed her intently. The lady ate heartily, working without haste and without delay through the elaborate menu of the luncheon. Nella noticed that she had beautiful white teeth. Then a remarkable thing happened. A cream puff was served to the Baroness by way of sweets, and Nella was astonished to see the little lady remove the top and with a spoon quietly take something from the interior which looked like a piece of folded paper. No one who had not been watching with the eye of a lynx would have noticed anything extraordinary in the action; indeed, the chances were nine hundred and ninety-nine to a thousand that it would pass unheeded. But unfertunately for the Baroness it was the thousandth chance that happened.

Nella jumped up and walking over to the Baroness, said to her: “I’m afraid that tart is not quite nice, your ladyship.” “Thanks, it is delightful,” replied the Baroness coldly. Her smile had vanished. “Who are you? I thought you were de bureau clerk." "My father is the owner of this hotel. * thought there was something in the tart which ought not to have been there.” Nella looked the Baroness full in the face. The piece of folded paper to which a little cream had attached itr self lay under the edge of a plate. “No thanks.” The Baroness smiled hsr simple smile.

Nella departed. She had noticed one trifling thing besides the paper, namely, Chat the Baroness could pronounce the English th sound if she chose. That afternoon, in her own room, Nella sat meditating at the window for a long time, and then she suddenly sprang up, her eyes brightening. “I know,” she exclaimed, clapping tier hands; “it’s Miss Spencer disguised! Why didn’t I think of that before?”

Her thoughts ran instantly to Prince Ariberfc—

“Perhaps I can help him,” she said ter herself, and gave a little sigh. She went down to the office and inquired whether the Bardness had given any instructions about dinner. She felt that some plan must be formulated. She wanted to get hold of Rocco, and put him on the rack. She knew now that Rpcco, the uneqUaled, was also concerned in this mysterious affair. “The Baroness Zerlinski has left, about a quarter, of an hour ago.” said the attendant. “But she only arrived this morning.” “The Baroness’ maid said that her mistress had received a telegram and must leave at once. The Baroness paid the bill and went away In a four wheeler.” “Where to?” “The truslks were labeled for Ostend.” Perhaps it was instinct, perhaps it was the mere spirit of adventure, but that evening Nella was/to be seen of all men on the steamer for Ostend which leaves Dover at in. She had told no one of her intentions, not even her father, who was not in the hotel when she departed; she had scribbled a brief note to him to expect her hack in a day or two, and had posted this at Dover. The steamer was the Marie Henrietta, a large and luxurious boat, whose staterooms on deck vie with the glories of the big transatlantic liners. (To be Continued.)