American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1914-03-12
CHAPTER x.
A Lone Hand.

Martin MCGEE waited to keep his
latest appointment with Resale lie
Grange on a bench in ~Stuyvesant FISH
Park. dead center for the Hebrew pop
ulation in New York. He specialized
lazily and with some amusement upon
the habits of Rosalie LIE Grange-so
much her own, yet so well conceived
for her purpose. For example. this
method of holding business confer
ences on secret affairs-for she al
ways set her appointments in some
out-of-the-way open space. 1t was
a highly original, highly effective
plan. One could enter without at
tracing attention; one could watch
the approaches; a meeting in a pub
lie park-grant that it we're discov-
cred in such a remote part of the city
could be passed off as an accidental
encounter, not a conference. hat
was one of the thousand Ways In
which her mind thought faster and
further than his.
Martin MCGEE was approaching
fifty, the second period of sentiment
in man. In the lusty summer OF his
days, he had Woodland lost. She
had chosen the other arm OF munich
pal warfare and married a fireman.
Since then 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 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 do?" said a 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
tons, her attitude toward him. The
eyes were laughing!
"How do you do?" be repeated after
her. And then. as though he must be
out with il:
Say. | guess there's an apology
coming from me-"
IF there is said Resale, there
one coming from about every mar
ever knew. It's the way of the ami
NAL. It's a kind of a left-handed com
pliment to the lady though. Now let
overlook little things. I've come Il
talk business. I'm busting with it..
She glanced to right and left. taking
in a faded black hood" of a woman,
sodden "panhandler" of a man. d"
guess we'd better walk she said
They rose n threaded the push-cart'
the crowds. the confusion and smell:
toward the river.
Now. I'm playing a lone hand" sh
began. "If things go wrong, I've onl
myself TO blame; an if they go RICH
you get all the credit-as usual
want help an no questions asked. Thi
B%lack-hand outfit of dago detectives
what have you got, that you can len
me?"
You want
"A detective from the, dago squa,
] want him straight an want hi
quick an | want him for my own
reports to me. not TO YOU"
Let's see-there's Anzini."
What's ne like?"
Italian Swiss. Big fat fellow. Lift
slow. but straight"
"Next?"
"Cuccoli. Born in New York
dago lightweight fighter. Works
the quiet as a stool-pigeon. The
there's Grimaldi. He's a scholar
used to be a schoolmaster-and ke'
him on classy dago jobs. He tall
Spanish and French like a native
taught school once in Spain. A lit
fellow. and very talkative."
This Grim-whatever you call nj
this scholar-he's talkatiye, "
say2"
Yes"
"Strsirkt tooY~