Arizona republican., 1911-03-12
The speaker moistened his lips


 reasoned 1t out that I would watch the house for him. so he was meeting her on elevated stations, in the sub ! way. and the like. Then they'd go down to Coney Island or to the theater, and I'd follow along, too. keeping out of their sight, but never losing sight of them If could help it."
 The man in the chair stopped Something glistened on his cheek.
 What happened when you followed him?" broke in Bruce, who had 0een busily writing in one corner of the room. Which of his homes did you trail him to the first night?"
 The man in the chair laughed harshly.
 Which," he repeated. Which? Neither. He was too smart for that. He knew he had something to hide. and he knew I knew he had, and he must have suspected all the time that l was on his trail, though he never turned quickly or looked back or gave any such a give-away sign as that. Oh no, he was too clever for thati But 1t was plain enough that he knew, or at least wasn't taking any chances.
 The first night that saw her meet a Brooklyn City Hail and then took the subway to Manhattan and sat down in a car near the door. l was in the next car behind. sitting so could see him up ahead. Each time we drew into station l kept my eyes on him to see If he were getting ready to get out.
 We'll, he never made move at any of the express stations below the . t,, there, he sat quiet too. reading a paper. A lot of people got out of my car there and a lot more got in and the same happened at the lower end of his car. the end nearest me, but I managed 10 keep my eye on him through the shift ing crowd. Then the guard between the two cars shut his doors and pulled the bell-rope and l sat back in my seat for a second. Then I leaned for ward again. just to make sure. and my man had gone.
 He'd waited till the very last sec ond and then slipped out of the door nearest him just as the guard was closing it. And there was I shut in and the train moving and he out there on the platform, perhaps looking in at me through the windows as the train went by, for all know"
 The man in the chair drew a long breath. Bruce wrote on. The room was very quiet.
 It's been hide-and-seek for two | months" the man in the chair wec. on l again. "The next time-he could | have got home much quicker. of course. | by going straight across the East ] River 10 Manhattan, instead of going ! way down 10 the Brooklyn City Hall, ! but I guess he went that way so as | tos get the chance to fool me on the ! subway each time-the next time, he l got up 10 go at the Grand Central and ! I got up, too. and when I stepped out ! on the platform he wasn't there. , He'd either walked out and then i turned and gone back again or he'd , just walked on into the next car ahead. ' wasn't sure which. Anyway the doors had shut by this time and there . was I out on the platform and he in the train.
 God knows what a time I've had ! following him-into saloons, through | the front entrance and out through the | side; same thing with Broadway | hotels; all over the town. and each . time I'd lose him just at the last"
 If he was millionaire's son, why didn't he jump into a cab each timer" broke in the Night City Editor, from i where he stood near the door He could have shaken you of easily every | time that way. You hadn't any money for cabs"
 The man in the chair smiled a ghastly smile.
 He was much too clever" he said " Can't you see that that would have gone long ways to prove my suspic- ion that he wasn't what he pretended to be? What has a man who has to earn his bread and butter in factories to do with cabs?"
 The Night City made no reply.
 Some one knocked on the door and all in the room gave a start
 Who's to make up the second edi- tion?" voice asked
 Tell the Telegraph Editor to take charge" said the Managing Editor. after a moments hesitation. There are no important changes that know of-for this edition" he added.
 He'll find a list of new stories ly- Ing on my desk" the Night City called out
 The footsteps died away down the hall The man in the chair began speaking again. ." You may think it queer 1 couldn't fl hang on to him." he said. but it's easy enough to lose yourself in a big town like this when you're trying your hardest to get lost. And he fooled me for two months. If there wasn't some such thing as Providence, I'd |. have been too late" He stopped moment to wet his lips again. His audience stirred uneasily. Two nights ago." the man in the chair went on, came over to Man. lattan again. had no object. It was )ne of my off nights. that Is, not one )f the regular nights on which he went out with her. God knows how I 'elt. Something told me matters couldn't go on this way much longer. just had to come over here and walk he streets. So I rode up to Fifty-ninth in the walked over to Fifth Avenue. md then started down town. It was lbout eight o'clock went three or four blocks and hen he walked right by me-full lress. top hat and all. but knew him nstanter. >, Do you think I'd ever not Inow him the way I'd followed him. 'ainy nights and all? Oh. knew him III right; but he hadn't seen me in the rowd on the sidewalk.
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