Arizona republican., 1911-03-12

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 We've got some pictures of him and two-column cut. Dallin knows him ] personally, too. I had him told to wait here untilH half-past one I saw him in the Dramatic Room just now" The Managing Editor rose. picking up the watch and the documents as he did so. Where've you got him?" he de- manded.
 In the Sunday Room" said Bruce.
 Hell, said the Managing Editor | again.
 A moment later five excited men crowded through the door of the Sun day Room and confronted McGinnis and his prisoner. Push down the gag" said Bruce. McGinnis did so and Dallin stepped forward and looked fixedly at the man in the chair. Then he turned toward the Managing Editor.
 That's not he," he said. Bruce gave start His head began to go round. He realized that he was very tired Connors laughed The other men in the room looked at Bruce, but said nothing.
 At last Bruce found his voice
 Are you quite sure. Mir. Dallin?" he said.
 Quite" replied the Society reporter. This man here and the other man do look something alike-same build. same color of eyes and hair. and so on. The fact that this man has either cut off his mustache or doesn't wear one doesn't figure. I know the other man very well. This Is not he"
 You're right" interrupted the man in the chair. I'm not that devil, |"
 A sudden light flashed in upon Bruces brain.
 Then who are you?" he asked.
 I'm Joyce" said the man in the chair.
 McGinnis swore loudly. The two editors. Dallin. and Connors looked at each other. They were still in the dark. Only the Irishman and the cub reporter had seen the great light.
 The Managing Editor turned toward Bruce.
 Who is this man?" he asked. sharply.
 This is the man thought was the murdered one" replied the reporter
 Who was murdered, then?" broke In the Night City.
 Bruce nodded toward the man in the chair.
 Ask him." he said. "I know now, but you'd better ask him"
 The man in the chair laughed a hol- low. hopeless laugh.
 The body found in Newtown Creek" he said, grimly. is the body of the man I was supposed 10 be-
 What! roared the Managing Edi- tor. Whats that you say? He's dead? You murdered him?"
 The man in the chair strained at his bonds.
 No, didn't murder him." he cried "Who says l murdered him? I killed him. Yes, killed him, but it was an accident. He deserved to die, anyway. killed the devil. but I'm no mur- derer."
 The Managing Editor turned toward his second in command.
 Jump a man up to his fathers house." he said He lives with his father-and see If he's there"
 Bruce stepped forward.
 I've already covered that end of it. sir" he said "The butler says our man left there early last night and said he would be back sure this after noon 10 attend to some important busi- ness. He hadn't got back half an hour ago."
 The Managing Editor turned to Dal- lin.
 Call up the house again" he said. " and see if he's got back yet"
 ,1A s,,rr k1 I11 A, hind him, and the Managing Editor looked at his watch.
 How long will it take you to write this?" he asked Bruce.
 The young man took a roll of paper out of an outside pocket.
 "It's all written" he said. three columns. All need to do Is to change the names about in several places and make a few other changes"
 Let me see your story. my son." the Managing Editor said and sat down at the desk and skinned ! through the pages.
 Then he turned to the bound man in the chair. You, say you're no murderer. eh?" he observed, grufiy. How's that?" The man in the chair moved uneasily | "He was a devill |" he burst out, | hotly. I was engaged to the best girl | In the world, the sweetest. the purest. | I'd known her for years. She watched ! over me almost like a mother. I never had mother; at least, I can't remem- Der one. Nor father. either"
 He paused and swallowed lump in his throat.
 |" She took care of me like a mother" he went on. "Sewed for me; darned my socks; put my name on my 3hirts-
 He stopped again.
 Then that hell-hound came along md fascinated her with his swell ways. saw it from the first I al- ways suspected him. He had too much money for a man working in a fac ory. Where did he get it? If he had (. why was he in the factory?
 began to follow him to find out who he really was. I felt sure Green ng wasn't his right name. Then he ound out I was after him and he quit he factory, and, some time after that, he broke her engagement with me md took uD with him"