Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-11-30

That Skinny ActIee Got tour tor trlSllng Nus
sell Sage the Third-ave l.. covered the trial for
The Star Prize gun of the world! Must have been
to get anything from Uncle Russell If there's gang
trailing he's in it, and if he's III it he's the boss.
Here Boy! Take this card to the clerk and tell him
send it to the gray-hared man who registered mo-
ment ago. Say that Mr. Harins wants to see him here
His name? Never mind his name. He has a dozen"
The belhop was back in jiffy with two One
the gray-haired individual Sam had spoken Of The
other prosperous looking youngster well dressed and
clean shaved, stranger
"Take a chair, MCGEE" said HarLins, "and if vcu
don't mind have your friend wait outside My business
is with YOU"
MCGEE slid into a seat, jerked his thumb over his
shoulder the dapper young man disappeared, and the
three Of us had the corner OF the cafe to ourselves
listen, McGee and listen attentvey!" said Sam.
"Im in hurry this morning, and must talk fast |
don't know whether you remember not; but
remember you. Until a year ago was New York
newspaper covered the trial that eliminated in
your getting four years up the Hudson for annexing
of Mr. Sages personal property. Twice I've been
present at the morning lineup when you exhibited
to Headquarters detectives and told to leave the city
go to the Tombs. | have distinct impression that
you wanted by Dougherty for part you played in
little trick that off below the police dead line last
March. If IN not mistaken it had to do with the rob-
berry of bank messenger and sensational getaway
taxcab. I've got to hand it to you for nerve. The
way you bumped into the chief minute ago and apollo
gized for knocking off his hat at the very when
he trying to interest in having you and your
gang arrested beautiful grandstand play. 1t
commands my respect.
@Now want you to keep on listening. Don't inter
rupt. This is my monologue and what say goesl It's
unnecessary for to announce that I'm Harkins and
that this show. If my ticket sellers occasionally
shortchange rube sell the pasteboards advanced
prices, it's my affair and theirs. Well have to remedy
it from the inside But get me right running
graft show, and won't stand for bunch of pick
pockets dips, guns cannons whatever you call your
selves trailing I'm not asking you quit: I'm
telling you to. Your work in Edmundton Yesterday
may have been fine from your standpoint was coarse
from mine. 1t hurt me, and it hurt my circus The
Edmundton police are here today. Can you imagine
what would happen if tipped you fellows these rube
cops? They'd frame up you in jiffy, and you'd
spend the rest of the hot spell prairie jail Then
you'd be sent back East to be tried for that taxcab
affair.
al think you gather my drift. Is it bargaino Will
you quta'
Skinny MCGEE had sat smoking cigarette through
this one-sded conversation. His little green eyes
shifted from Sans to mine; but what he was thinking
could not be dscerned from his stoneware countenance
When Harkins had finished he cleared his throat and
stuck out his hand
you're on, said he, ian its 60 Gull unless you're
tyn to bull me about not tlppn off to these hay
headed dicks. They're green the cowsl eat EN- if
they don't watch out. They can't pinch unless you
put EN- WISE That Edmundton business wasn't so bad
the papers make it out Besides, it the only
time that we played day an date with your show Saw
you won peep, an II give you my word that We won't
move finger here Moren that, ell catch the three
O'Clock train an beat it to place where the
of shows heard of Mulberryst, the deadline
taxicabs. There's my hand on it.
"You have my promise, said Sam, and they shook
hands.
Leaving MCGEE to communicate with his fellows, we
went out into the jammed with and
try folk waiting for the parade
"That was the only way to deal with him, said Har-
kns showed way through the peanut munchers
aIf I'd tipped him off to the police, we'd find
afre other calamity waiting for us before