The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1916-11-09
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der fortyeigilt hours"
"Well, he says he did. You can't go
back of that" replied the chief.
"Was he drunk?' asked the warden.
well, he'd been drinking a little"
said the chief. He wasn't drunk when
he came through"
There's something strange about
it," remarked the warden. IF he says
he did. guess he did, but
The warden took his. departure. not
SO much puzzled as annoyed. because
the warden had talked with many pris-
oners who had been through the chiefs
sweating" process and had dropped q
good many pounds in weight at it too.
The warden had his suspicious. but 1t
wouldn't do to express them.
In the meantime the newspapers
were paying much attention to John
Kinzie. former convict, who had con-
fesscl to the murder Of prominent
citizen. shot down in cold blood be-
cause he resisted holdup.
HUH remarked big Red" SIM
mons, after he had laboriously read an
account of the confession. "If it was
raining money that guy Kinzie'd be
under shed somewhere. He's the un-
luckicst stiff ever see.'
/ Small Gordon wrinkled his fox ter
rier nose into an appreciative grin.
"IIe fell for the third degree fine. /"
| continued Simmons.
"How do you s'poseA they come to
| light on him?' asked Gordon.
| How? wy. the chief gets his little
list Of guys released from the big skoo-
kun every day. don't he?" said Sim
mons. "Kinzie happened to be the
only one sprung just before this Job,
and so the chief tells his elbows to
fetch in Kinzie the moment he lands
In town."
| TOO bad you had to croak that
guy" said Gordon.
''Too bad for Kinzie." answered Sim
mons briefly.
Simmons. giant fellow. with O
strong. massive face and fierce eyes
rolled a cigarette with calm fingers
and Gordon, little and rat eyed. ate III
businesslike fashion.
"Wot'll they do to kinzie?" asked
Gordon between mouthfuls.
"Oh. they'll only swing him up lit
tle.'' replied Simmons sarcastically
Gordon shivered
They can't prove he did it." he sug
gested.
And he can't prove he didn't" sait
Simmons
They walked out into the Brilliant,
lighted street and were saunterins
slowly along. when Gordon nervousl!
clutched at the arm of his companion
NIX. Nix!' said Simmons between
his teeth. II saw him. Wot's the mat
ter with you, anyhow"
The chief of police, in civilian cloth
ing, passed them with number o
women and couple of children. Th'
chief was carrying big suit case II
either hand. and the women bore grips
and bundles.
Going to the depot" remarked Sim
mons, after the party passed ''Tha
woman in black is the big guys wife
Saw her at headquarters once when
was in explaining"
The two turned into saloon, rathe
notorious for the class to which it ca
tered, and ordered drinks. AS they wer,
standing at the bar f1ashily dresses
individual approached them. He wa
known as Boston Carey" and was
pickpocket of some renown among hi
kind. but an object of some contemp
to Simmons and Kinzie. who dealt Il
more hazardous enterprises.
Just in time" said Simmons. Care.
ordered beer.
See they picked up John Kinzie TO
that hill job" he remarked casually
Simmons merely nodded.
II used to know him in the east.
continued the garrulous Carey. not nc
ticing Simmons frown. "He was &c
ing back there and be decent, heard
but guess his foot slipped"
Still Simmons and Gordon remaine
silent
"He's got wife and kid here" sal
| Carey.
"What?" demanded Simmons an
Gordon together.
"a wife and kid" repeated Carey
pleased at having reused some inter
est "They came on here to meet hin
KinZie made little money peddlin
these horsehair brides while he wa
up yonder. and they were all goin
back together"
Where are they now?' demande
Simmons.
"Oh. somewhere round town." sal
Carey carelessly. II guess it's all OF
with Kinzie. amt It? Wot'd the sti
want to give up for, anyway?
: Simmons finished his liquor and noe
ded to Gordon.
See you later" he said to Care,
and Gordon followed him out into th
street.
Jenny" said Simmons, linkin
arms with his little partner, IF "
was like these guys you read abor
we'd go to the chief and tell him til
low down on this business"
Gordon looked alarmed.
Lets don't he said.
Simmons laughed so loudly ths
passersby turned to look at the pair
Don't get scared" be said reassu
insly But If we was story boo
; crooks we'd do something grand al
noble for Kinzie and his wife an
kid"
"Wot could we do. anyhow" aske