The daily Alaskan., 1916-11-27
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Il nate you! buS Salu III lOH bOAS' q hate you|
 1T was afraid you would" he nut, tered.
 A shout from the flremen announced that the blaze was under control. To his dlsmay, Mlnot saw that an admir- ing crowd was surrounding him. He broke away and hurried to his room.
 Cynthia Meyrick's final words to him rang in his ears. Savagely he tore at his ruined collar.
 Was this ridiculous farce never to end?
 As if in answer a distant clock struck 12. He shuddered.
 Tomorrow at high noon!
 Early Tuesday morning, while MT. Minot still slept and mercifully forgot, two very wide awake gentlemen sat alone together in the office of the San Marco Mall. One was Manuel Con- gale, proprietor of that paper, as i'm maculate as the morn; the other was that broad and breezy gentleman known in his present incarnation as IIr. Martin Wall.
 "Very neat-very neat indeed" said Mir. Wall, gazing with evident ap- Droval at an inky smelling sheet that Inv before him. Tt ought to do the work. If it does it will be, the first stroke of luck I've had in San Marco"
 Gonzale smiled, revealing two even rows of very white teeth.
 You do not like San Marco" he ventured.
 NIr. Wall snorted angrily.
 Like it? Does a beheaded man like the ax? In long and golden pro- fessional career I've never struck any thing like this town before for hard luck. I'm not in 1t twenty-four hours when I'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 a lot of money trailing Lord Narrowly for the family joOls, finally cop them. I give the crew of my borrowed boat orders to steam far, far away and run to my cabin to GlCat Do I gloat? Ask me. I do not gloat. l find the famous Chain LightniEg's collar IS very suneriOr collection of glass, worth about % cents. l send back the glass and stick around, hoping for better days. And the best I get is n call from the owner of my yacht with or dcrs to vacatc at once. When I first came here I swore I'd visit that jewel " store agaln-alone. But there's a iinx after me in this town. Whats the use? I'm going to get out
 But before you go" smiled Manuel lone stroke of luck you shall have"
 "Naybc. I leave that to you. This kind of thing"-he mOtlOned toward the damp paper-''is not in my line" He bent over a picture on the front page. That cut came out pretty we'll didn't it? Lucky we got the photo graph before big brother George ar- rived'
 q have always found San Marco lucky" replied Gonzale-"always, with one trifing exception" He drummed remlniScently on his desk.
 q say, who's this?" Mir. Wall point ed to line just beneath the name of. the paper. Robert O'Neil, Editor and Proprietor" he read.
 Manuel Gon2ale gurglcd softly some where within, which was his cunning, noncommittal way of indicating mirth.
 "Ah, my very virtuoUs managing edt- tor" be said. "One of those dogs who dealt so vilely with mo. l have told you of that. Manuel Gonzale does not forget" He leaned closer "Thls morning at 9, after O'Neill and Howe had sent today's paper 10 press. as usual, Luypas, my circulation man. agcr. and I arrived. My virtuous edi- tors had departed to their rest. Luy- pas and I stopped the presses. We substituted a new first page form. O'Ncirl and Howe-thcy will not know. Always they sleep until noon. In this baImy climate it is easy to lie abed."
 Again Manuel Gonzale gurgled.
 May their sleep Ee dreamless," he said. And should our work of the morning fail may tie name of O'Neill be the first to concern the police"
 Wall laughed.
 "A good idea" ha remarked. He looked at his watch. "Nine-fftcen. The banks ought to be open now"
 Gonzale got to his feet Carefully he folded. the page that had Eecn lying on his desk
 "The moment for action has come" he said. Shall we go down to the strect?"
 I'm in strange waters" responded Martin Wall uncasiiy. The first dip I've ever taken cut of my line. Don't believe in it either. A man should have his speciality and stick to it. However I need the money. Am ] letter perfect in my part I wonder?'
 The door of the Mail office opened, and a sly little Cuban with an evil Fc oo e+aDDnJ In