The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1914-02-06
CHAPTER X.
A Lone Hand.


Martin McGee waited to keep his
latest appointment with Resale lie
Grange on bench In Stuyvesant Fish
Park, dead center for the Hebrew pop.
uIation In New York lie specialized
iazily and with some amusement upon
the habits OF Resale lie Grange-so
much her own, yet so well conceived
tor her purpose. For example, this
method OF holding business confer.
rnces on secret affaIrB-for she al
ways act her appointments In some
out ofthe-way open space. 1t was
highly original, highly effective
plan. One could enter without at
tracing attention; one could watch
the approaches; meeting In n pub.
tic park-grant that It were discov.
erred In such remote part OF the city
could DO passed of as an accidental
encounter. not conference That
wag one OF the thousand ways In
which her mind thought faster and
further than his.
Martin McGee was approaching
atty, tho second period OF sentiment
in man. In tho lusty summer of his
days, he had woodland lost. She
had chosen the other arm OF munici-
pal warfare and married fireman.
Since then woman had cut but a 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 hideand-seek among his
thought OF police duty and police priv.
ilege. He recognized over q certain
embarrassment over the coming meet.
ing like that of youth who has been
slapped by a perky girl.
How do you do?" said voice be.
sido him; and Rosalle's self settled
down on the park bench.
ilo looked at her without rising.
This first thought TO read In those eyes
of hers. which mirrored so many emo
tons. her attitude toward him. The
eyes were laughingl
How do you do2" he repeated after
her And then, as though he must be
out with Il:
Say, guess there's an apology
coming from me-"
IF there ls." said Rosalie, there's
ono coming from about every man
ever knew It's tho way of the ami.
NAL. It'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 woman, a
sodden "panhandler" of man. 81
guess we'd better walk" she said.
They rose and threaded the push.carts,
rtho crowds. the confusion and smells,
the river.
Now, I'm playing lone hand" she
began. "If thlngs 60 wrong, I've only
myself to blame; an II they 60 right.
you get all the credit--as usual. /
want help IN no questions asked. This
i,lack.hand outfit OF dago detectives
what have you got, that you can lend
me?"
you want"
"A detective from the dago squad.
I want him straight an I want him
quick an want him for my own--he
reports TO me, not TO you"
Let's see--there's Anzini."
what's he like2"
italian Swiss. Big fat fellow. Little
slow. but straight"
Next"
"Cuccoli Born In New York. A
dago lightweight fighter. Works on
the quiet as a stool-plgeon. Then
there's Grimaldi. He's a scholar
used to be schoolmaster- and keep
him on classy dago Jobs. He talks
Spanish and French like q native
taught school once in Spain. A little
fellow, and very laxative"
This whatever you call him
this scholar--he's laxative. you
sayf"
Yea
Straight tool!