University Missourian. [volume] (Columbia, Mo.) 1908-1916, 1915-07-30
Continued from last issue)

Maybe. | leave that to you. Thi
kind of thing"-he motioned towar,
the damp paper-"is not in my line.
He bent over a picture on the from
page. THAT cut came out pretty well
didn't it? Lucky we got the photo
graph before big brother George ar
rived"
81 have always found San Marco
lucky" replied Gonzale. Always
with one trifiing exception" HI
drummed reminiscently on his desk.
"I say-who's this? Mr.. Wall point
ed to a line just beneath the name o
the paper Robert O'Neill, Editor
and Proprietor" he read.
Manuel GOnzale gurgled softl,
somewhere within, which was his
cunning. -committal way of indi.
eating mirth.
"Ah-my very virtuous managing
editor" he said. "One of those dogs
who dealt so vilely with mel have
told you of that Manuel Gonzale does
not forget" He leaned closer. This
morning at two, after O'Neill and
Howe had sent today's paper to press
as usual, Luypas, my circulation man
ager, and | arrived My virtuOus ed
itors had departed to their rest. Luy-
pas and l stopped the presses. we
substituted a new first page form.
O'Neill and Howe-they will not
know. Always they sleep until noon.
In this balmly climate. it is easy to
lie abed'
Again Manuel Gonzale gurgled.
MAY their sleep be dreamless," he
said And should our work of the
morning fail. may the name of O'Neill
be the first to concern the police"
Wall laughed.
"a good idea," he remarked He
looked at his watch. "Nine-fifteen.
The banks ought to be open now"
Gonzale got to his feet Carefully
he folded the page that had been ly
ing on his desk.
''The moment for action has come"
he said "Shall we go down to the
I'm in strange waters" responded
Wall uneasily. "The first dip
I've ever taken out of my line. Don't
believe in it either-a man should
have his specially and stick to it. How
ever, l need the money. Am l 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," Gonzale said, you
are here at last? Do you understand?
Your boys they are to be in the next
You are to sit near that
telephone. At word from my
friend, Mr.. Martin Wall, today's edi-
lion of the Mail is to flood the streets
the news-stands. Instantly. Delay
might be fatal. Is that clear?"
81 know" said Luypas.
VERY good" said Gonzale. He
.urned to Martin Wall. Now is the
time," he added.
The two descended to the street. OPP
,osite the Hotel de la Pax they part
I'd The sleek little Spaniard went on
alone and mounted boldly those pre-
entious steps. At the desk he in
ormed the clerk on duty that he must
zee Mr.. Spencer Meyrick at once.
But Mr.. Meyrick is very busy to-
lay" the clerk objected.
"Say this is-life and DEATH" re-
,lied Gonzale. and the clerk, whiting,
elephoned the millionaire's apart
nents.
For nearly an hour Gonzale was
lept waiting. Nervously he paced the
obby, consuming one cigarette after
mother, glancing often at his watch.
Spencer Meyrick appeared
,ompous, red-faced, a hard man to |
landle, as he always had been. The |
'paniard noted this, and his slits of |
yes grew even narrower.
will you come with me?" he asked
at is most important"
He led the way to a summer-hOuse
n far forgotten corner of the hotel
rounds. Protesting. Spencer Mey
ick followed. The two sat down.
81 have something to show you.'
aid Gonzale politely, and removed
rom his pocket a copy of the San
LARGO Mail. still damp from the
resses.
Spencer Meyrick took the paper in
is own large capable hands. He