New Britain herald., 1927-03-23

Copley's chair.
 Now. Copley." said Bill again as ] he pulled Jane DeXter's chair over close 10 his stool pigeon Ind seated himself. tell US th' whole s;ory-how you abducted Miss Brooks first, the street and number 10 which sine Was taken. names of the men who hired you and all l about 1t. Then tell us of tn last
 lob, th' Kidnapping of Mr. Brooks.
 Go ahead now-shoot.."
 Coploy responded nobIy. He told 1 1t all-eyerythinS he knew and q lot that he didn't know but guessed. He gave names-all he could remember-and his memory was excellent.
 And the little dictaphone grind
 ing away silently but steadily in
 'he waste basket got il all. It was u pretty story.
 Then when he had told every
 thing, answered various questions
 more or less satisfactorily, he was
 given Sl0o in cash. Pops verbal
 promise not 10 prosecute him, and told he could 20. He went.
 Immediately on the heels Of his departure Roger Brooks gave Jane Dexter the dictaphone record for transposing in type from the fin ished product of the Copley story
 Its no good, of course, as evil dence-yet," sad Pop as he re- sumed his chair, tilted his old hat q little further back on his white head and looked at his city editor.
 ''Not yet" admitted Bill Can field, his Irish countenance agleam with satisfaction, but soon-may. be-"
 Four or rather five others Don, Dinny, Diana, Teddy md Robert Greedy We're let in on the secret. A week later Don was back on the job. rather pale and q little weak yet, but anxious to get bact, in the game. Then one day a conference of tho eight. includ- ing Jane Dexter. was called 10 dis cuss ways and means Of crcum- venting the Ring and it's gangstcrs.
 The Times boasted of what very few newspaper plants possess, 1 even in this age Of up-to-date ! equipment, regular directors ! room with it's long table and plenitude of comfortable leather | chairs The conference. naturally. l was held in this room.
 II had been q very converse | tional meeting. All present all ! but one--ha1 said something; at | least they had talked,
 And now" said the Big Boss from his place at the head Of the table and speaking in tone that implied no doubt of his serious ness, q, for one, would like to hear from tn junior member of this select body, T. NJ. Farrell by name. Everyone has expressed opinions - everyone but her. Each has told his or her story, pro and con-largely con, and now I'd like 10 hear tn story direct of those 50 hours in that sub-cellar, of tn Italians death, how tn idea for escape came and just how tn job was done.'
 A deep flush dyed the cheeks and brow of the little sob sister. In the brown eyes lay scared look. She glanced swiftly about her as if seeking aid or a chance to make a quick getaway.
 What she read in the faces around the table, however, seemed 70 give her courage, q sudden new porn strength. Then all at once she was perfectly calm, absolutely mistress of herself She rose with l quiet dignity and in clear mu- sical voice told again the story of he sub cellar experience.
 "What is tn latest best seller Don?"
 The literary editor of the Times ooked up from his typewriter and n'o the brown eyes of Teddy Far rell. She was garbed in q one piece gown cut low in the neck and almost sleeveless, a wonderfully becoming garment. Her pretty | polished marble, lent to the girl an lllurement that was new to Don. His gaze rested on her with a ten ierness that was q trifle disconcert- ng to the little reporter.
 .Th' latest best seller Ted ," he absently, his sub-con- 'cious mind partly reused and to him of Tips like the leart of a rose" Then tiny imp capped into his brain and added: With pretty white arms and small red nose" He smiled at the lbsurdity of the couplet.
 Yes" said the girl shortly. is here anything funny about th' question? You seem to be finding very amusing"
 His answer was an indulcent augh that Teddy. for some reason, ound particularly irritating jus. hen.
 "Th' latest best soller'" he said lgain as if taking a swift inventory 'f books he had recently re- 1ewed, now, let me think. let nc think"
 She let him think. He took his imc. the while his visitor waited. hitting her weight first from one oot and then from the other. Sud- =