The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-03-08

Who are you? he almost shouted.
| am reporter said the younger
man
The face of the man on the door
appeared to grow less flushed He con
trolled himself with an effort.
Reporters" he said, in a strained
voice What have you got to do
with me."
Step out into the light where he
can see you. McGinnis. said Bruce.
The lrtshmsn stepped over near the
mans feet and then faced about The
light from the outside spared no de-
tail OF his big REQ face
The man on the floor looked up at
the big man, and kept his eyes on his
face for some time.
Well? said he. at last
So that's it," said McGinnis.
Yer pretending yer don't remember
me- Or p'r'aps yer've really forgot
yer hired that rig from me last even
ing. | remember yer all right, though
yer've gone and shaved of yer mus
tache."
The man on the floor shut his eyes.
Well? !" he repeated
Well" broke in Bruce. :. the games
up. isn't TT?
The man on the floor reopened his
eyes and wet his lips once more.
Do you know who am? " he asked.
ignoring the question
Bruce sat down in Morris chair
between tie windows and glanced into
the bathroom before he replied.
Yes" he said. your right names
not Greening. | know. what it is.
Your father is a rnulti-millionaire.
You are his only son.
Your friend. the ianitor In the bath
room there didn't know who you
were" Bruce went on. but he had
his suspicious. We know.
Then you know said the man on
the floor. !. that I'm telling you the
truth when say that I've got some
money now and that I'm going to get
great deal more. You want money
So does your stable friend here. |
haven't got very much in ready cash
About $4,000, think If you'll let
me go. I'll split $4,000 between you
$4,000 apiece-and when the old
man dies, III hand you over $4,000
more apiece That'n be $50, 900 for
each of you. You can't afford to let
good thing like that get by YOU
Bruce looked up at McGinnis.
No murderer can buy me of" he
said, calmly. Can he, your"
] may be dom fool, said the big
man, but I'll put no fist to blood.
money. me lad"
Name your terms. then broke IN
the prisoner. sharply
! have none said Bruce
The man on the floor turned his head
so he could look at McGinnis again
Don't be an ass. McGinnis,. he
said. You're getting on in years.
You need the money. Think what
1000 means, .
The Irishman shook his head
Think what twice that sum would
mean" persisted the man on the floor,
desperately. One hundred and
twenty thousand dollars, Tie up your
friend here until can get out Of the
way and you'll get 1t ALL
McGinnis looked over at the young
man in the Morris chair.
:" He's foine reptile. amt he?" he
said.
The man on the floor lay silent for
minute.
Then / can't buy either of you
OFF, he asked. az last.
NO, SAID Dotn men.
The prisoner raised his head as far
above the polished floor as he could.
Police. he shouted. at the top of
his voice. Police. Help, Murder.
Police'
For an instant, Bruce and McGinnis
seemed stiipefed Then the Irishman
flung himself down upon the PROSTATE
man and damned the silk cloth back
into his mouth
AS he did SO. the noise of someone
running on the sidewalk came up from
below. Heavy feet pounded UP the
stairs and a heavy stick ratified on the
door. The noise of the struggling
men on the floor had indicated whence
the cries for help had come.
Open or I'll break 1t In, shouted
a voice
McGinnis rose and opened the door
A big policeman. with heavy jaw and
q coarse face stepped inside. shut the
door, and then put his back against
IL. In his left hand he held his night
stick. In his right was revolver.
The newcomer looked at Bruce and
AcGInnie and then down at the man
on the foor.
Vel" said he. grufny, what's
tbs gamer
Bruce stepped forward.
I'm q reporter" he said.
On, you are, broke in the pa.
srolnan. With hal.sneer. well see
about that Take that rag out Of his
throat
McGinns bent over, ioozened the
cloth, and then pushed IT down over
The Victims chin. The man on the
foor twisted bfg head around and fas-
tened his eyes upon the patrolman.
The games this" be said I'm
the owner Of this apartment. These
two men here are burglars"
AcGinnig started 70 gay something.
but fi1e policeman sIlenced him with a
rougn gesture.
90 on" said the bluecoat
came back here a. eight O'Clock. I"
continued the man On The floor and
these thngs Jumped out on me- He
besIsated for secopd II you don't
believe me" be added. desperately.
ask the ,anIsor He's inside there on
the bathroom floor, bound and gagged.
Reporters aren't in the habit Of at
taking jsnftorz, are they. ofscer?"
The policeman laughed q sneering
lsugh ard slipped his right-stjck back
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