Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1911-03-07
THE BEAT OF THE YEAR
BY Robert Livingston Eeecher.
Copyright. 1909. by the Pearson Pub
fishing Coz
BY Robert Livingston Beechsr.
Copyright. 1909. by the Pearson Pub
Continued From Yesterday
The polleeman,g face fuehed.

The policeman's face flushed.
Twenty thousand in cash now
went on The voice. "Thatll leave NE
hye thousand OF my own 10 get away
on. II this thing blows over and the
governor doesn't disinherit me, III
make you d little present OF an extra
one hundred thousand dollars when |
come into the property. Twenty thou
sand sure, no matter what happens.
One hundred and twenty thousand II
were both OF us in luck Twenty
thousand means wine and women and
song and q place in the country and q
captaincy. You truss up these two
friends of mine good and tight. take
me away with you somewhere and tie
me up again for the night. and then
| put on your citizens clothes. and come
and get me in the morning. and I'll
90 with you round to the bank and
hand you the twenty thousand. They
can't prove 1t on you. and even II they
| DO. they can't do much to you, and
you'll have the cash.
Bruce and McGinnis exchanged
! glances.
After q moment, the policeman
| spoke.
asked, hoarsely.
Have you beat on Fifth ave
nue?" asked the man On the floor.
had once" said the bluecoat.
Who were the richest men on
your beat?"
The big man at the door named a
dozen OF the big men of the city.
Do you know who's the richest OF
| them?"
The policeman nodded.
I'm his SON." said the man on the
floor.
The policeman gave little start
Then | seen you once" he said
slowly, one dark night. You was
coming home late from some party In
your best buds and you stopped anG
asked me for a light | remember
how your face looked when you STRUCK
the match"
The speaker Strengthened up anc
the revolver once more swung SLOWLY
in its arc from left TO right and ther
back TO left again.
Stand back against the windows
you twO," he roared If you put
down your hands. I'll fill you full OF
lead. An that goes! :"
circle OF nickel-plated steel. backed
slowly up against the window-sills and
the big man in blue advanced to the
side Of the desk. Then, still swing
ing the flashing weapon from side &c
side. he knelt and, striking a match
against the mahogany. held il over the
PROSTATE mans face. Finally. the
match went out.
Unnt'r uaII ha
man On the floor, look at my watch
In the left-hand top drawer of that
desk-also my wallet and the papers
in it."
The policeman pulled open the
drawer with his left hand, fumbled
about in II. and then took out some
papers and held them up TO the light
streaming in the window. Finally, he
replaced them and held up a heavy
watch on the end OF a heavy chain
OF Roman gold. The rays from the
arc lamp outside skipped and danced
around the metal and a golden glow
seemed reflected in the heavy face
above.
Take it-and the chain-as first
payment" said the PROSTATE man.
A slight tremor passed over the
slipped the cleaning mass of metal
into side pocket and rose to his feet.
We'll" said the man on the floor
the voice shook a little. but there
was note of triumph in it" well,
what about that twenty thousand"
The policeman laughed roughly.
I'm risk It." he said.
The big. raw-boned Irishman, up
against the window-sill nearest the
bathroom stirred. Instantly the re-
volver covered him.
:" No tricks now" warned the police
man.
The voice was husky. The eyes gilt
tered An unmistakable menace filed
the air.
"All right. me lad" replied the
Irishman. only for Hivin's sake
femme take down me fists You know
I've got nothing on me. Lemme take
'em down"
The policeman stepped back a pace
and then moved TO the left until the
desk lay between him and his two foes.
All right" he said. after a mo-
ment, take 'em down. Then come
over and unite him" He nodded to-
wards the man on the floor on the
MeGinnis dropped his arms with a
huge sigh of relief. He stretched him
self several times and then began rub
bling his right shoulder with his left
hand, turning as he did so, his left
side towards the big man on the other
side of the desk.
Begorra, exclaimed the Irish
man, Ne shoulders that sore We
might have patted it with yer shilla-
lab"
He raised his head and looked across
the Morris chair at his younger COM
panion In misfortune. standing in
front of the other window. three feet
away Bruce's lips were tight shut.
He WAS evidently holding up his arms
with difficulty.
McGinnis. still rubbing his right
shoulder. now looked over his left at
the patrOlman.
Can't yer see the lads played
out?" he burst out. Let him take
'em down"
The pOliceman's eyes shifted for an |
instant to the younger man and the |
muzzle of the revolver instinetively |
moved to the left.
Take 'em down." said the bluecOat. |
AS he spoke. a streak of yellow light |
hn. hal