Arizona republican., 1911-03-09
BY Robert Livingston Beschsr.
Copyright, 1909, by the Pearson Pub
fishing Coz
Continued From Yesterday

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and a two-column cut. / had Steed
ask Dallin if he knew our friend here
and he said he did. Knows him WELL
Bully for you! said the Irishman.
An hour later, Bruce went out and
returned almost Immediately.
The butler at the house." he ex-
claimed, as he slipped into the chair
at the desk and pushed his hat back
on his head; " the butler says our
friend left there early yesterday eve
ming. He hasn't been back yet"
Bruce wrote on hurriedly in silence.
At intervals, the big man in the Nor
ris chair made the rounds OF the three
prisoners and tested their bonds and
gags.
At midnight. Bruce looked at his
watch and turned round.
I'm most done, McGinnis," he
said, quietly. Go to that stable
where we left your runabout and
have a closed carriage and a coach
man who knows how to keep his
mouth shut outside here in half an
hour"
The half hour had five minutes yet
TO 90 when the young man at the desk
jumped TO his feet and flung the pencil
down on a mass of copy-paper COW
cred with writing in a large boyish
hand
There, he exclaimed. Its done
for better or worse. Chiefly better.
/ hope. At any rate, it's got a few
facts Connors hasn't got, | guess"
He crossed the room 20 one Of the
windows. A closed carriage was just
stopping outside A moment later,
the Irishmaa Te-entered the room.
Hold the fort just a trihe longer.
McGinnis." said Bruce. Just an
other short session at the phone and
I'm ready"
When ne returned. his youthful face
showed his satisfaction.
" I've just been phoning one Of the
Office employees" he explained. hur-
riedly. He'll be waiting for us in
side the side door which is always
kept locked. | had him so down 10
the Sunday Room on the second floor
near the staircase which leads to the
private entrance, and he reports that
the Sunday staff have gone home for
the night. Well smuggle our man in
there and then III 20 and report prog
ress"
McGinnis grinned. Then he nodded
towards the open door on either side
Of him.
How about the janitor and the
cop?" he asked.
Well let them stay quiet here" he
piled Bruce. until the last editions
on the street. After that the deluge.
Our friend in the bedroom may raise
an awful howl, but | guess we can
weather il. We're in for il, anyway"
Twenty minutes later, a closed car
rage stopped outside the newspaper
building. The three men disappeared
inside.
In the darkness. Bruce turned to the
man with the key.
Is the Sunday Room door IN
locked. Alp" he whispered
Yes. sir
Then go up TO the top Of the stairs.
hold the gate open at the top. and,
when the hall is clear. whistle"
The man went up the stairs and
turned the corner of the elevator shaft.
The iron gate clicked.
Bruce and McGinnis carried their
burden half way up and waited 4
later, a low whistle came
down TO them.
When the door of the Sunday Room
had closed behind the four, Bruce gave
4 sigh of relief
don't know that we needed to be
so mysterious about IL at this end"
he said but it's better 10 be on the
safe side. It's better not TO let too
many people know whom we've got |
here before we print the news our
selves"
He turned TO McGinnis.
Stay with our friend, Mac" he |
said. smiling. Al will lock You both !
in and then I'll so and hurl a harpoon
into Connors."
In the hall outside, copy-boy was
hurrying by with a bundle of first edi- |
tons under his arm. Down in the |
basement, the great presses were still |
Bruce grabbed one Of the papers and |
held up the front page under a ceiling |
light. His eye instantly fell upon a |
arge, single-column spread head"
II ran as follows:
MANS HEADLEss BoDY FOUND IN NEW
TOWN CREEK
Case Recalled by Grue-
some Discovery at Long Island City
70 CLUE TO THE VICTIMS IDENTITY
Body Had on Only an Undershirt from
Which Laundry Marks Had Been
Removed
POLICE SUSPECT BLACK HAND
Detectives Seeking Man Who Hired Il
Ti0O-Sedted Rig and Abandoned it
iR the Streets
Bruce read It through. glanced at
he first paragraphs of the story. and
aughed. Then he stuffed the paper
n his pocket and started down the
Dng hal of whose end lay the
City Room.
AS he passed along. a young man
topped out from one of the side
ooms and caught him by the arm.
truce turned quickly.
" Oh. hello Steed," he said.
What's up. Bruce?" queried the
Their They've been asking about
on all night. Connors is sore as hell.
les been knocking like an anvil