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fice. I'll do anything for you
Forsythe," his voice sanje to a
whimpering whine. "Don't send
me up. Don't do 'it, "Forsythe.
Ain't r given you the dope
straight ? Didn't I give you your
chanstf at One-eared Sturton?
For Gawd's sake, Forsythe, don't
send me up J"
Forsythe's only answer was to
twist the arm so hard that Jim
my squealed like a stuck pig with
the sharp,' biting pain of it. Then
a footstep sounded. Someone
was coming. '
"Come on," yelled Forsythe
aloud, "an' dpn't try any more
v The patrol wagon drove up.
Jimmy wag bundled into it For
sythe followed, and sat very cldse
"What's the charge," asked
the desk sergeant.
"Same . as Before burglary,"
said Forsythe.- "He did that
Hanion job .last night. I got the
goods' on him. Lookie - here!"
And he hauled from Jimmy's
pockets, where he himself had
placed them five minutes before,
a jimmy, a rope of pearls and a
"It's a lie," criecl Jimmy.
Forsythe's big fist crashed into
Jjmmy's face. The 'Wop went
dbwn'like a stone.
"Look out, Forsythe," said the
-desk sergeant, nervously. "Some
one might ha' seen that an' then
tHere'd be the devil to pay."
"Aw, he shouldn't uv called me
a liar," said Forsythe.
Jimmy was carried to a cell,
and buckets of water were thrown
over him until he came to. For
sythe went to tell the "newspa-y
per boys" of the clever work he'
had done in landing the Hanloji
A few days later", Forsythe
came face to face with Margaret
Wendon ton the street
"Well," he sneered, "we gpt
The woman's face grew hard
"Whom do you mean by my
lover.?" she asked.
Jimmy the Wop the man vho
gave you the office the other
night, and it's twenty years for
him easy. We got him dead to
Margaret Wendon gave a little
"He saved your skfn, but he
couldn't save his own, and maybe
I'll get you yet"
"Let me pass," said the wom
"Say, listen, Margie," said For
sythe, the hot blood rushing tc
his face and his pig eyes gleam
ing, "why don't you come across?
Why don't-you? I love you, Mar
gie. Give me a kiss, an' I'll get
Jimmy therWop out, an' you'll be
safe to do as you please for all the
"What a beast you are!" the
"Wll.T'm as good as your
stool pigeon lover,' snarled For
sythe. '''What do you mean-?" cried the
"You heard what I said stool
pigeon ! That's what Jimmy the
Wop is. How d'jou think he