Arizona republican., 1911-03-05
THE BEAT OF THE YEAR.
By Robert Livingston Beeehsr.
(Copyright, 1909. by the Pearson Pub
 fishing CO.)
(Continued From Yesterday
he captive moved restlessly.

' am reporter" said the younger man.
 The face of the man on the fiool appeared to grow less flushed. He con trolled himself with an effort.
 Reporters? he said. in a strained voice. What have you got to dc with me?"
 Step out into the light where he can see you. McGinnis," said Bruce. The Irishman stepped over near the mans feet and then faced about The light from the outside spared no de tail of his big red face.
 The man on the floor looked up al 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. I 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.
 We'll" broke in Bruce, the game s up. isn't it?"
 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 a Morris chair between the windows and glanced into ! the bathroom before he replied.
 Yes" he said. your right names not Greening. I know what it is. Your father is a multi-millionaire. You are his only son. Your friend, the janitor. 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 I 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 s25.000. I think If you'll let me go. I'll split 20.000 between you -s10,000 apiece-snd when the old man dies. I'll hand you over $500 more apiece. That'n be s60.000 for each of you. You can't afford to let a good thing like that get by you."
 Bruce looked up al McGinnis.
 No murderer can buy me off" he said. calmly. Can he. you?"
 ' 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 $60,000 meansi
 The Irishman shook his head.
 Think what twice that sum would desperately. One hundred and twenty thousand dollars. Tie up your friend here until can get oat Of the way and you'll get it all"
 McGinnis looked over at the young man in the Morris chair.
 He's foine reptile, aint he?" he said.
 The man on the floor lay silent for a minute.
 "Then can't buy either of you off?" he asked. at last.
 "No." said both men.
 The prisoner raised his head as far above the polished floor as he could.
 Police, 1" he shouted, at the top of his voice. Police! Help! Murder. Police."
 For an instant, Bruce and McGinnis seemed stupefed. Then the Irishman flung himself down upon the prostrate 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 heavy stick rattled on the door The noise of the struggling the cries for help had come.
 "Open or I'll break it in," shouted voice.
 McGinnis rose and opened the door. A big policeman, with heavy jaw and a coarse face stepped inside. shut the door. and then put his back against it. In his left hand he held his night stick. Tn his right was revolver.
 The newcomer looked at Bruce and McGinnfs rud then down at the man on the floor.
 Well" said he, grufiy, whats the gamer"
 Bruce stepped forward.
 I'm a reporter" he said.
 "Oh. you are, |" broke in the pa. trolman. with half-sneer. well see about that. Take that rag out of his throat" McGinnis bent over. loosened the cloth. and then pushed 1t down over the victims chin The man on the floor twisted his head around and fas- tened his eyes upon the patrolman. "The games this" he said. I'm the owner of this apartment. These i two men here are burglars"
 McGinnis started to say something, | but the policeman silenced him with a |, rough gesture. "Go on," said the bluecoat. "I came back here at eight o'clock" continued the man on the floor, and 1 these thugs jumped out on me" He | hesitated for second. |" If you don't | believe me-" he added, desperately. " ask the janitor He's inside there on tha bathroom H0OY- hound and gagged |