Arizona republican., 1911-03-10
Copyright, 1909. by the Pearson Pub
fishing Coz
CONTINUED From Yesterday

Then he sprang TO his feet.
Well, here you are, are your" he
exclaimed, angrily What have you
got to say for yourself?
Bruce stopped A hot reply was on
his tongue but he crushed II down.
." I've been working on that story OF
ours. Mr. Connors." he said struck
a new clue. | wasn't sure where TO get
hold of you, so | followed it up my
self. The afternoon was slipping by
and l didn't think it would be for the
papers interest for me to wait. I'm
sorry if I've offended you"
The older man glsred.
3" Well. of all the gall" he began.
Then he stopped short. Well. what
did it all amount to?" he added
guess won't have 10 change my story
much. will /? Have you seen it,"
Bruce could not for the life OF him
il and his anger flared up again
What are. you laughing at?" he
demanded, holly.
Bruce sobered instantly.
L beg your pardon" he said. I'm
afraid we'll have to have an entire new
story"
The older man drew himself up.
% Is that SOP" he said. stiifiy. Well
give me whatever new points you have
and I'll work them into my story"
The younger mans face grew grave.
I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr. Con.
nors." he said. slowly. What's yours
is yours what's mine is mine I'm
sorry, but I've got to stand on my own
feet from now on"
He turned and continued on to the
Night City Editors desk He knew
that Connors had followed him. He
knew that the cOpy-readerS on both the
city and the telegraph desks were look
ing curiously az him.
The city room had become very
quiet Down below the presses had
ceased toll.
The Night City Editor laid down n
blue pencil and looked Ut.
Well" said he, grufIly. where've
you been all day? Mr.. COnnors says
you threw him down"
Bruce felt himself. for an instant
the " cub " reporter of yore. Then he
smiled
" I've Just told Mr. Connors how It
happened" he said. " struck 4 new
clue and followed it up. Well need a
brand-new story"
What's that" said :he Managing
Editor. coming forward and sitting
down beside his second in command.
What story's that. my boy?
The Newtown Creek thing" voi-
unteered the Night City This hoy
went out TO help Mr.. COnnors this noon
and. contrary 10 strict orders. let the
Long Island City police station about
two o'clock and never reported till
now"
The Managing Editor looked up at
the young man standing beside the
desk.
Its too late TO change that story
much unless helrs broke loose" he
said.
ITS broken" said Bruce.
Well" exclaimed the Night City,
sharply. "what've you got"
Bruce bent down over the desk. The
two editors leaned toward him. The
nearest copyreadeTs on the city desk
tried to look as if they were not lis
tening.
q believe I have found ont who the
murdered man was and who killed
him" said Bruce. in a low voice. The
murdered man doesn't count for much.
He was only an employee in factory
in Long Island City"
He paused.
" But the man who killed him is.
believe, the only son and heir of one
of the richest men in this city"
The Night City Editor half rose from
his chair. Then he sat down again.
The Managing Editor looked squarely
a. the speaker.
What's his name?" he asked,
quietly.
Bruce leaned over closer to the two
men and whispered a few words.
When he had finished the editors turn
ed and looked at each other. Bruce
heard COnnOrs give a little scornful
laugh just behind him.
The Night Editor was the first to
speak.
What have you got to show that
that's the man." he asked.
Bruce took a heavy gold watch out
OF his pocket. opened the front case.
pointed to some initials, and handed
it to the. Night Editor.
A present from his father" he said.
The Managing Editor glanced at the
initials. and then laid the watch down
on the desk.
Anything else?" he asked.
Bruce opened a sIlver-cornered
leather wallet, took out some papers
and documents. and laid them beside
the watch When each had been ex-
amined. the Managing Editor spoke.
These seem genuine he said.
but. of course, they're not enough.
Where's the man himself? Has he
been arrested"
Bruce shook his head.
Not exactly" he said
Not exactly" repeated the Night
City. his voice rising. What do you
mean by not exactly?'"
THE police haven't got him yet"
replied Bruce, but ! have"
The Managing Editor looked up
quickly.
What's that?" he said. You've
got him? How's that?
| mean" said Bruce. " that I've got
him under lock and key"
The Managing Editor brought his
big fist down on the desk with a bang.
Where. my SOM" he exclaimed.
Here" said Bruce.
Hell, q" roared the Managing Edi-
tor Where"
Bruce tried hard not to smile. He
was being repaid for the labors and
dangers o: the long day.