Evening star., 1914-04-05


1V wide-awake sat alone together in
AOSMS the office of "The San Marco Mail
G@1sT One was Manuel Gonzale, proprietor of
3298 that paper as immaculate as the morn;
&NAeNls the other that broad and breezy
man known in his present incarna-
ton as Martin Wall
"Verv neat. Verv neat indeed" said Wall, gazing
with evident approval at ny smelling sheet that lay
before him. 1T ought to do the work And if it does,
it will be the first stroke of luck I've had in San Marco
Conzale smiled revealing two of very white
teeth. "You do not like San Marc y" he ventured.
Wall snorted angrily. "Likeit? Toes beheaded man
like the ak? In long and golden professional career
I've never struck anything like this town before for
hard luck. I'm not in it twenty-our hours when L m
left alone, my hands tied, with stuff enough to make
your eyes pop out of your head. That's pleasant!
Then, after spending two months and lot OF money
trailing Lord Harrowby for the family Jewels finally
cop them give the crew OF my borrowed boat orders
to steam far far away, and to my CABIN to goat
Do gloat? Ask me! l do not gloat. | find the famous
Chain Lightning collar very superior collection OF
glass; worth about twentythree cents. send back the
glass; and stick around, hoping for better days. And
the best get call from the of my yacht, with
orders to vacate at When | first came here l
I'd visit that jewelry store again-alone But
there's inx after in this town. What's the user
I'm going to get out.
But before you CO." smiled Manuel, zone stroke Of
luck you shall have
"Maybe leave that to you. This kind of thing,
he motoned toward the damp paper lis not in my line
He bent picture on the front page. That cut
came pretty WELL didn't it? Lucky got the photo
graph before big brother George arrived
81 have always found San Marco lucky" replied
Gonzale: "always-wth trifing exception. He
drummed remniscently on his desk.
"I say-whos thso" Mr.. Wall pointed to a line just
beneath the name of the paper. Robert O'Neill,
Editor and Proprietor, he read.
Manuel Gonzale gurgled softly somewhere within,
which was his cunning noncomnittal way of indcat-
ing mirth
zone Of those dogs who dealt vely with me-l have
told YOU of that Manuel Gonzale does not forget" He
leaned closer This morning at two after ONeil and
Howe had sent todays paper to press usual Luypas,
my circulation manager, and arrived. My virtuous
editors had departed to their rest Luypas and |
stopped the presses, substituted new firstpage
form. O'Neill and Howe-they will not know Always
they sleep until noon In this balmy climate it is easy
to lie abed.7 Again Manuel Gonzale gurgled. MAY
their sleep be dreamless!7 he said. 4And should
work of the morning fail, may the of O'Nel be
the first to the poice!'
Wall laughed "a good idea, he remarked. He
looked at his watch. fifteen. The banks ought
to be open now"
Gonzale got to his feet Carefully he folded the page
that had been lying on his desk. "The moment for
action has come he said. Shall go down to the
street,"
I'm in range waters, responded Martin Wall
easily. "The first dip I've taken of my line.
Don't believe in it, either: should have his
Speciality and stick to it. However, need the money.
Am letter perfect in my part, wonder?'
The door of @The Mail" office opened and sly little
Cuban with an evil face stepped in.
"Ah, Luypas,7 Gonzale said you are here at last!
Do you understand? Your boys they are to be in the
next room-yes. You to sit near that telephone.
At word from my friend, Mr.. Martin Wall, today's
edition of The Mail is to food the Streets the news
stands. Instantly Delay might be fatal that clear?"
a know, said Luypas.
"Very good, said Gonzale. He turned to Martin
Wall. "Now is the tine!' he added.