The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1916-03-16
CHAPTER x.
A Lone Hand,

Martin MCGEE waited to keep his
latest appointment with Rosalie Ls
Grange on . bench In Stuyvesant Fish
Park. dead center for the Hebrew pop
ulation in New York. He speculated
lasily and with some amusement upon
the habits Of Rosalie Le Grange-so
much her own, yet 20 we'll conceived
tor her purpose. For example. this
method Of holding business confer.
ences on secret aRairs-for she Al
ways set her appointments in some
out-of-the-way open space. It va
highly original, highly effective
plan. One could enter without at.
tracing attention: one could watch
the approaches; . meeting in 4 pub
lio park-Srant that 1t were discov.
cred In such remote part Of the city
-coold - passed OF ~ an accidental
encounter, not . conference. That
was one Of tho thousand ways in
which her mind thought faster and
further than his.
Martin McGee was approaching
hfty. 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 muuisi-
pal warfare and married 4 fireman.
Since then woman had cut but . shad.
owy figure in his bachelor life And
here. in his middle age, the face and
figure. the form and move of 4 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 . youth who has been
slapped by perky girl.
How do you dot" 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 80 many emo
lions. her attitude toward him. The
eyes were laughing!
How do you do?" he repeated After
her. And then. a. though he must be
out with 1t:
Say. ! guess there's an apology
coming from me-
IF there is." said Rosalie, there's
one coming from about every man I
ever knew. It's the way of the ami.
NAL. 1ts kind Of left-handed com.
pliment to the lady though. Now let's
overlook little things. I've come to
talk business. I'm busting with it."
She glanced to right and left, taking
In q faded black hood" Of q woman, a
sodden "panhandler" Of a man. II
guess we'd better walk" she said.
They rose and threaded the push-carts,
tho crowds, the confusion and smells.
toward the river.
Now. I'm playing q lone hand" she
began. III things 90 wrong, I've only
myself to blame; an II they go right,
you get all the credit-as usual.
want help an no questions asked. This
Black-hand outfit Of dago detectives
what have you got, that you can lend
mel"
You want"
"A detective from the dago squad.
want him straight an I want him
quick an want him for my own-he
reports to me, not to you"
Let's see-there's Anxini."
What's he like?"
italian Swiss. Big fat fellow. Little
slow, but straight"
Next"
"Cuccoli. Born in New York. A
dago lightweight fighter. Works on
the quiet as stoolpigeon. 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-hss talkative. you
sayi"
Yes"
Straight, too?"