OF A PACKET OF LETTERS
M'Ginnis jerked aside the roll-top desk and falling on his knees before a small but massive safe built into the wall behind, set the combination and swung open the heavy door, talking to his companion as he did so and quite unconscious of the pale face that watched him through the dingy window.
"That dam' Soapy's gettin' ugly," he was saying, "an' it don't do t' get ugly with me, Heine, boy! Soapy thinks he's smart Alec all right, but I guess I'm some smarter. Why, I got evidence enough in here t' 'lectrocute a dozen Soapys."
"So?" said Heine, chewing on his cigar and peering into the safe. "Say, what's all them tied up in sassy blue ribbon, Bud?"
"These?" said M'Ginnis, and he took out a bundle of letters, turning them over in his big hands.
"Skirt--hey, Bud?"
