"Hold on!" said Spider, and crossing to the window, he unlatched it
stealthily and lifted it high, "if I ain't back inside of ten minutes,
bo, nip out through here and hike; wait for me at the lamp-post across
the lot over there--it'll be safer. D'ye get me?"
"I do!" nodded Ravenslee.
"I guess you'd be less of a fool if you was to get out now an'
wait--outside!" Spider suggested.
Ravenslee shook his head.
"I'll wait here," said he, "there are times when I can be as big a fool
as the next, Spider, and this is one of them."
"That's so!" nodded the Spider, and chewing viciously, he turned and was
gone, to be hailed a few minutes later in uproarious greeting by many
discordant voices which died slowly to a droning hum above which came
sounds more distant, shouts and cheers from the auditorium.
Left alone, Ravenslee looked about him, and then espied a newspaper that
lay upon the desk. Idly taking it up, his gaze was attracted by these
words, printed in large black letters:
NOTORIOUS CRIMINAL RUN TO EARTH JACOB HEINE THE GUN-MAN ARRESTED IN
JERSEY CITY
Below in small type he read this:
Jacob Heine, believed to be the perpetrator of several mysterious
shooting affrays, and member of a dangerous West Side gang, was
arrested to-day.
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