Arizona republican., 1911-03-02
THE BEAT OF THE YEAR
By Robert Livingston Beechsr.
Copyright, 1909. by the Pearson Pub
 fishing Co)
Continued From Yesterday)


 Well, me lad" broke in MrGinnis,
 cheerily, buck up. I'll do what kin
 for yer. I've got a boy nigh on yer
 age and l likes to see the young uns II putting in few licks for themselves.
 suppose we fix things mp this way If thls turns out O. K. and this mans
 the real article. and yer the only one
 who gets on to him. I'll charge yer l sheet what We agreed on in the be- i gfnning-five plunks an hour. If
 we're barking up the wrong alley. I'll charge yer just two an hour. and if ] yer don't want 10 hand in a bill for the whole amount. I'll make out a smaller one and yer kin pay me the rest yerself when yer gets round to it. That's fair ain't it? Yer may need me and me rig over in New York. | yer know. Besides if there was any | shindy and Mike McGinnis missed it, he'd kick himself as far as Coney Island an back"
 Bruce took out his handkerchief and wiped the precipitation from his fore head.
 You're all right. McGinnis." he said, don't know how 10 thank you. This cab business was worrying me l was afraid I'd have to quit you and go over 10 Manhattan alone"
 McGinnis turned quickly.
 Was yer afraid 10 leave me for fear I'd give you away to yer pals back in the stable?" he asked sharply.
 Not al all,' replied the younger man. What l meant was ] thought l might need you in the place we're bound for and, if I did, I'd need you badly"
 So yer might" rejoined the Irish man. his suspicious dissipated in an instant. An if yer do. I'll indivor 10 plant few licks where they'll do the most good"
 An hour later. McGinnis turned the mares head into a Manhattan side street in the Fifties. and guided her into doorway of a stable. He nodded familiarly to the proprietor. drove into one of the dark corners at the rear, and then tied the reins around the whip socket
 A walk of several blocks brought | Bruce and McGinnis. len minutes later, before a dingy-looking fiat | house.
 We're detectives from Headquart- | ers.' said the younger man, in a low l tone. The big mans eyes twinkled. |
 The two men stepped into the yes tibule and the younger pressed the | electric button under the letter-box | bearing the name "Greening" Through the inner glass door a gas jet could be seen burning dimly in the dark hall.
 When a second pressure of the but | ton brought no response, the younger man rang the janitors bell. Almost | simultaneously, the door opened and l tall, dark man of rather slight stat ure and a face in which cunning and | greed seemed struggling for the mas tery, stood dimly outlined beneath the fickering light.
 Well" said he surlily, what do you want?"
 Is NIT. Greening at homer" asked the younger man.
 Didn't 1 see you ringing his bell?" rep led the man in the doorway. "If he don't answer ii. he ain't home. That's plain. ain't it?"
 Do you know when he went out?" persisted the first speaker
 Nope"
 Well. when does he generally come in at night?"
 About eight" replied the janitor. !" Who are you. friends of his?"
 Yes" replied the younger man. we're old chums. We'll wait for him In his rooms" Is The speaker made a step forward but the dark man blocked his way
 Can't let you" he said. Against strict orders. I never let anyone into his rooms when he's out" The two men in the vestibule looked at each other. The younger shrugged his shoulders. I.' We'll" said he. addressing himself once more to the dark man, the truths got to come ont, sooner or later. We're detectives from Police Head 1 quarters" He threw back his coat, re realing a nickel-plated shield pinned lpon his waistcoat. I'm Lieutenant Bruce. This is Lieutenant McGinnis. Take us upstairs"
 The janitor hesitated. studied the aces of the two men, and then turned ma started up the stairs. The two men followed close at his heels. The $ nner door snapped to with a bang T behind them. | | fitted key in lock and the three men passed into large room whose luxurious appointments were plainly put of keeping with the general style If the building itself. The janitor closed the door and tood with his back against it. watch ng. The other two men looked about hem. It was half past seven and the oom was rapidly growing dark. Out tide, an electric arc-light sputtered nto being, and it's rays fell through me of the windows upon a large flat opped desk in the center of the room Bruce stepped to the desk, picked up light rattan cane, and held 1t up to he light On the German-silver top were two initials.
 The young man looked at the initials or some time.