Bisbee daily review., 1913-12-04

A GI "what Do Your Spirits Say to You7" ulation in New York. He speculated IaZily and with some amusement upon the habits of Rosalie Le Grange-so much her own, yet so we'll conceived for her purpose. For example, this method of holding business confer ences on secret affairs-for she al ways set her appointments fin some out-of-the-way open space. It was highly original, highly effective plan. One could enter without at tracting attention; one could watch the approaches; a meeting in a pub lie park-grant that it were discov- cred in such a remote part of the city could be passed of as an accidental encounter, not conference. That was one of the thousand ways fn which her mind thought faster and further than his.
 Martin McGee was approaching fifty. the second period of sentiment Tn man. In the lusty summer of his days. be had woodland lost She had chosen the other arm of munici. pal warfare and married a fireman. Since then woman had cut but shad- owy figure in his bachelor life And here, in his middle age, the face and figure. the form and move of a woman was playing hide-and-seek among his thought of police duty and police priv ilege. He recognized ever a certain embarrassment over the coming meet. ing like that of a youth who has been slapped by a perky girl.
 How do you dor" said 8 voice be. side him; and Rosalie's self settled down on the park bench.
 He looked at her without rising. his first thought to read in those eyes of hers, which mirrored so many emo tions, her attitude toward him. The eyes were laughing!
 How do you do?" he repeated after her. And then, as though he must be out with it:
 Say, ! guess there's an apology coming from me"
 If there is," said Rosalie. there's one coming from about every man I ever knew. Its the way Of the ami mal.s lt's kind of a left-handed com pliment to the lady though. Now let's overlook little things. I've come to talk business. I'm busting with It." She glanced to right and left, taking in faded black hood" of a woman. a sodden "panhandler" of a man. q guess we'd better walk" she said. They rose and threaded the push-carts, the crowds, the confusion and smells, toward the river.
 Now, I'm playing a lone hand" she began. "f things go wrong, I've only myself to blame; an if they go right, you get all the credit-as usual. I want help an no questions asked. This Black-hand outfit of dago detectives what have you got that you can lend me?"
 You want"
 "A detective from the dago squad. want him straight an want him quick an want him for my own-he reports to me, not to you"
 Let's see-there's Anzini."
 Whats he like?"
 Italian Swiss. Big fat fellow. Little slow, but straight" "Next?"
 "Cuccoh. Born in New York. A dago lightweight fighter. Works on the quiet as a stool ol-pigeon. Then there's Grimaldi. He's a scholar used to be a schoolmasteY-and I keep him on classy dago jobs. He talks Spanish and French like a native taught school once in Spain. A little fellow. and very talkative."
 This Grim-whatever you cali him this seholar-he's talkative, you say7"
 Yes"
 Straight, tooT'
 "Yes."
 Well. want him"
 ~All right. When does he report 7'
 Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock. Battery Park-with a descrfp- tion Of me. He sint to call my name nrst-vait until tell him who am see?"
 Give him a description of you7" said MeGee, verging on compliment '-lf l do and Maxine Elliot, or any of