Bisbee daily review., 1913-12-07

tlemen are tranaents: theyn be with us just few days" said Rosalie Le Grange. The two men nodded and fell to their luncheon, of which they con sumed vast quantities. Mrs. Leary. however. smiled upon him an experi- eneed smile.
 Mrs. Leary," pursued Rosalfe Le Grange, has got some foreign views I'm sure you'd like to see. You won't be droppin' in this afternoon, will your"
 "No,". said Professor Noll, sorry, I'm making up the paper today. won't get home until just before my dinner. My habit" he added, address ing Mrs. Leary, always to dine just at seven. The human intestinal sys- tenn is a machine, admirable, well-bal- anced, nicely calculated to it's uses. Now the minute study of scientific management has proved that a ma chine" And so Professor Noll. hay ing mounted his hobby, rode blithely away upon it; and Mrs. Leary. with all the ready tact of the experienced police matron that she was, yaulted to the pommel and rode with him. Ro- salie had learned all she wanted to know. Professor Noll would not trou- ble her again that afternoon.
 The chimes os the Metropolitan tower rang the hour of two. At tue first stroke, Rosalie, as one who finds relief in action, ran down the base ment steps and opened the back door. Inspector Martin McGee, dressed in plain clothes and carrying small bag, was waiting outside.
 "All set?" he asked under his breath.
 'Everything's ready" replied Rosa lie as she led the way across the base ment.
 But Inspector McGee stopped her at the stairway.
 Say, it's all right to let you have your head and do things your own way. Grimaldi reported back for other duty at one o'clock. just as you told him. But I'm running risks when take your word that you'll deliver this Estrilla when we want him-or would be, if it was anybody but you. Why can't you tell me?"
 See here, Marty McGee," said Ros. allie. I've got ready to put one of the biggest feathers in your cap you ever wore An I've done it by goin' my for me. you'd been barkin' up the wrong tree yet. I've acted this way because l do things woman-fashion, an there ain't single mutt man alive that would ever say was on the right track-until I delivered the goods. The hardest thing know is to tell what I know-that's habit Are you goin to believe me when 1 say that l can put my hands on this Estrilla when ever please? Are you goin' to leave that to me. just like you've left the whole thing so far?'
 Reassured, Inspector McGee smiled on her. Usually that smile, directed on Rosalie Le Grange, brought a re- sponsiYe flash of coquettish dimples and sparkling teeth. But it seemed like trying to fire dead ashes now. Her face was serious and drawn. Sud denly it entered his mind that she looked her age. Unacquainted with that defiance of time by which a charming woman may be fifty in one minute and twenty in the next, he pon- dered on this with all his heavy men cal processes. And suddenly 1t came to Inspector McGee with a kind of shock that he regarded her all the more tenderly therefore. It was pity that such as Rosalie Le Grange should lose her young looks.
 "Of course you're goin' to leave it to me! Now come ont" said Rosalie Le Grange, breaking into his medita- tions.
 The two city detectives and the one police matron were waiting silently in