The Ely miner., 1914-02-27
AUTHOR Of THE CITY THAT WAS, ETC.
ILLUSTRATED By HarryR. .Grissin6er

| 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-pigeon. 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 a native
taught school once in Spain. A little
fellow, and very talkative."
This Grim-whatever you call him
this scholar-he's talkative. you
say?"
yes"
straight. too?"
| eyes"
well, I want him"
"All right. When does he report?"
Tomorrow morning at seven
o'clock. Battery Park-with descrip-
ton of me. He amt to call my name
first-wait until tell him who am
see?"
"Give him a description of your"
said McGee, verging on compliment.
| ''If do and Maxine Elliot, or any of
them, happen to be taking an early
| morning stroll in the park"
Tell him." said Rosalie, breaking
In, Ito watch out for dear old lady
with hair getting white on top an
lookin' as If she'd seen better days."
He'll never find you!"
Again thankin' you for your kind
attentions, but resumin' business, ="
said Rosalie with asperity, '1ll wear
my plum-colored suit an black tur-
ban-you know what turban is-it's
one Of those hats"-and she indicated
a passing girl-"an' in place Of the
regular red carnation for meetings in
the park, I'll be carryin' she con-
sidered moment-"a purple automo-
bile veil. That ought to settle me in
his mind"
They walked a while in silence;
then Rosalie stopped.
That's all arranged then. We'd bet
ter be getting back. I'll take a cross
town car. We shouldn't be seen to-
gether in the middle of the city"
"Say," said McGee as they turned,
why don't you ever let me see you
between times? Course you must keep
away from me now, but after this
thing Is settled, I want you to come
out to lunch and dinner. We might as
well be friendly"
After this thing is settled-oh,
you're a cop after ALI" said Rosalie.
Before McGee could unravel this cryp-
tic, she resumed:
Haven't you ever thought what
we're doin'-we two, gadding about
talkin' Of lunch and dinners? You've
been cop too long, / guess. had
a sittin' with myself last night If
we succeed-if you make a good case
of it, an II git what I'm after-some-
body goes to the chair. That's what
we're doin'. You don't think of 1t.
You're a man an cop. But do"
"Not enough to make you stop?" in
quired McGee, regarding her narrowly.
"No, but enough to make me sure
| the right one goes, and enough to
make me want to stop thinkin' Of
what will happen when we get
through" Her voice caught on this.
McGee looked at her sharply. Her
eyes were swimming.
They were at the car. 'T'll send for
you when wanted. Martin McGee," she
said. "An' remember-a purple auto
veil in my right hand"
Rosalie did not return home at once
Instead, she proceeded to that house
in the Latin Quarter before which she
had paused and considered problem
three days before. 1t is one Of Rosa
lies peculiarities that she shrouds ev-
erything in mystery, but lets out a
clew here and there to puzzle the OBJ
server and to satisfy her individual
sense of humor. l who write Of her
have caught that trick from Rosalie.
l will reveal now-as Rosalie would
have revealed it with flash of eyes
and dimples-that this place bore the
sign, u. Martinez, Teacher of Lam
guages," and that the phonograph
which she kept in her closet was a
device Of the Martinez Method in Ian
guages. She was refreshing her some
what scattered knowledge of CONVEX
sational Spanish. gained years ago
when she played profitable season at
trance, test and development work in
Ell Paso, San Antonio, and other points
near the border. She spent half
hour in conversation with Professor
Martinez, did few necessary errands,
and reached her house at FIVE o'clock.