Bisbee daily review., 1916-12-03
FIFTEENTH EPISODE
The Double Resurrection.

As Legar leaned back in the dim seclusion of his smoothly running limousine he permitted his scar-rav- aged features the rare luxury of a twisted smile.
 Behind that leering face the active brain was marshaling certain past events and generating certain future schemes. One fact was indisputable in the past two men had blocked him at every turn. These enemies were now out of the way-they were dead.
 The limousine purred steadily southward through the deepening shadows of the almost deserted ave nue. It turned into a mean side street and drew up beside the curb, well beyond the range of the sputtering arc light
 Two skulking figures sidled out of z gloomy areaway and approached the limousine as Legar got out. These worthies. answering to the appella- tions of Red Eagan and One-Lamp Louie, were of that primordial type which recognizes only the law of brute force. So it was that Red Eagan. mistaking Legar's twisted smile for something approaching good humor. attempted an unusual degree Of familiarity.
 Say, gov'nor, 1 don't want t raise a holler, but that swell buzz wagon must eat up pile of swag."
 Legar replied curtly, with darken- ing face.
 You'll get your share of the stuff, Eagan, no more and no less. But there are times when that kind of talk might prove unhealthy. and the soonee the fact penetrates your thick skull the better"
 The trio cautiously approached ruinous old Washington Square man sion, and slipping into this dubious rabbit warren, crossed the hall, dimly lit by one sickly gas jet. AS they started up the stairs, a slender, heav- fly yelled young woman came hastily out of one of the rooms on the top floor She leaned for a moment over the rickety balustrade, striving to pierce the half gloom enshrouding the identity of the oncoming visitors. Wheeling about the young woman darted swiftly through one of the half dozen doors off the hallway. Her refuge proved to be a windowless walled room cluttered with dilapidated trunks and useless relics of bygone lodgers.
 From the depths of an ancient cab met, the yelled stranger drew. forth q teIephonic helmet As she quickly adjusted the microphones over her ears she heard the sound of voices. The voices, restrained and low-toned at first, rapidly became loud and quar- relsome.
 The angry tones were those of Jules Legar and Red Eagan The storm of heated words centered about the heavy iron safe standing in one cor ner of the room. Up to a compara- lively shoIt time ago this safa had been the receptacle of certain valu- ables footed by Red Eagan and One Lamp Louie. under Legars directions, from a palatial upper Fifth avenue residence. The safe door now stood open-its contents scattered promis- cuously about the floor, but of the Van Horn family plate there was no trace.
 The guy what cracked this crib had the inside dope for sure," was Red Eagan's muttered comment.
 Are you trying to insinuate this is a plan to double-cross you and Louie?' queried Legar
 T ain't insinuatin nothin',' was the cthers surly response. but who else vas hep to where the stuff was salted?"
 The answer Red Egan received was both prompt and effective. A heavy iron proiectile caught him neatly on