The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-03-10

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Certainly not" reioined Bruce.
Don't you worry about me. either"
he added. noting the look OF uneasi-
ness in his friends eyes. Pm all
right. Wait and see
He turned and entered the City
Room. AS he walked rapidly down
between the rows of desks. a short,
stout man who was reading the first
page of the first edition looked IN.
Then he sprang to his feet
Well. here YOU are. are you?" he
exclaimed, angrily :" What have YOU
got to say for yourself?"
Bruce stopped. A hot reply was on
his tongue but he crushed 1t down.
I've been working on that story Of
ours, Mr.. Connors." he said struck
new clue. | wasn't sure where to get
hold of YOU. SO | followed 1t up my
self. The afternoon was slipping by
and 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 glared.
Then he stopped d. short hort wei as 0y what
did 1t all amount to?" he added. II
guess | won't have to change my story
much. will /? Have you seen it,"
Bruce could not for the life OF him
suppress a smile. The older man saw
II and his anger fared up again.
What are you laughing at?" he
demanded, holly
Bruce sobered instantly.
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 so? he said. stifdy Well,
give me whatever new points you have
and III work them into my story
The younger mans face grew grave.
N afraid | 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 Ccnnors had followed him He
knew that the copy-readers on both the
city and the telegraph desks were look
ing curiously at him.
The city room had become very
quiet. Down below the presses had
ceased toll.
The Night City Editor laid down
blue pencil and looked up.
Well said he, grumy. 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.
e I've just told Mr.. Connors how 1t
happened" he said. ! struck new
clue and followed it up. Well need
brand-new story"
:. What's that" said the Managing
Editor, coming forward and sitting
down beside his second in command.
What story's that, my boy?
" The Newtown Greek thing vol
unteered the Night City. This boy
went ont to help Mr.. Conners this noon
and. contrary to strict orders. left 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
It's too late to change that story
much unless hell's broke loose" he
said
It's 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 copyreaders on the city desk
tried to look as IL they were not lis
tening.
~ believe have found out 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 a 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
1t 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 ConnoFs 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? f" he asked.
Bruce took heavy gold watch out
of his pocket, opened the front case,
pointed 10 some lHllldls, ana ndu06u
1t 10 the Night Editor.
A present from his father" he said
The Managing Editor glanced at the
Initials, and then laid the watch down
bn the desk.
" Anything else? he asked.
Bruce opened a silver-cornered
leather wallet, took out some papers
md documents and laid them beside
The watch. When each had been ex-
lmined. the Managing Editor spoke.
These seem genuine" he said,
but. of course, they're not enough.
Where's the man himself? Has lie
teen arrested?
Bruce shook his head.
Not exactly" he said.
Not exactly! repeated the Night
sity, 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