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Updated: June 10, 2025
Over a thousand I.W.W. strikers in the copper mines of Bisbee, Arizona, were loaded into freight cars and shipped over the state line. In Billings, Montana, one leader was horsewhipped, and two others were hanged until they were unconscious. In Tulsa, Oklahoma, a group of seventeen members were taken from policemen, thoroughly flogged, tarred, feathered, and driven out of town by vigilantes.
Bisbee had told me about her nevah having good times like othah girls. She said she'd nevah had any attention, and nevah been to a big pah'ty. I thought I'd like to give her one on the twenty-second, because I could offah her a costume then without hurting her feelings. I was suah that you and Miss Allison could suggest something moah than I had thought of. I don't know exactly how to begin.
She was passing the Bisbee place as she made the wish. It was a white frame house standing near the road, and commanding a view of both station and store, as well as the approach to the post-office. To her surprise, some one tapped on the pane of an up-stairs window. Then the sash flew up, and Mrs. Bisbee called in her thin, fluttering voice: "Lloyd! Lloyd Sherman!
The day before he returned, his gardener fell sick of typhoid. That decided Mr. Bisbee to return to the city on the following day. Imagine his consternation to find his valet stricken the very next morning. Of course they motored to New York immediately, then he wired to me at Newport, and together we opened his apartment at the Louis Quinze. "But that was not to be the end of it.
"Here we have a series of finger-prints which I will show one after another slowly. They are all of the fingers of the same person, and they were found on some empty bottles of spring water used at Bisbee Hall during the two weeks previous to the departure of Mr. Bisbee for New York.
He was buttoned up in a heavy overcoat, and limped along with the aid of two canes. "He's the queerest old fellow," commented Mrs. Bisbee, looking after him, with a gentle shake of the head. "Lately he has taken to knitting, to pass the time." "To knitting!" echoed Lloyd, in amazement. "That big man?" "Yes. He calls it hooking. He has a needle made out of a ham bone. Fancy now!
"'Gene Bisbee. But I never went to that bunch yet for any information, and I don't go this time except as a last resort. Of course he knows, and that is one reason I believe she is Mrs. Lawton. He was Gabrielle's maquereau for years when he'd wrung enough out of her he set up for himself Well, I ain't through yet, by a long sight. Beliefs ain't proof."
"I may keep this letter" asked Craig, scanning it quickly. "Yes." "By the way, where were the bottles of spring water kept" "In the kitchen." "Did Bridget take charge of them?" "Yes." "Did Mr. Bisbee have any guests during the last week that he was here?" "Only Mr. Denny one night." "H'm!" exclaimed Craig.
Bisbee, pausing in the act of threading a needle, looked out again over her spectacles. "There goes a girl I'm certainly sorry for. She is a born lady, and comes of as good a family as anybody in the Valley, but she has to work harder than any darkey in Lloydsboro.
He could not save himself from betrayal much longer. "You're right," acquiesced Dick. "You tell her when you get a chance. Jack, as I was saying, I've made quite a bit of money out of my Bisbee holdings. I can pay back my stake to you now." "Not now," said Jack nervously. Would this torture never end?
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