Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-10-18

None would look at him directly. TIL.
bouncer laughed unpleasantly.
Are you. satisfied? Now you car
get QUIT"
1t was CALLING to Jacks pride, bu
he saw nothing for it but to obey
He walked ~out slowly with as mucl
dignity as man could muster under
the circumstances. He was in hor.
rid expectation OF a cowardly kicR
from behind But he would not turf
around.
He paused in front of the place
and locked UP and down for q police
man While he stood there one OF
the furtive figures slouched out OF
the doorway behind him. and without
stopping, whispered:
Follow me little way, and IL
tell you"
The man led him into the shadow
of nearby doorway. There were
plenty of people passing, and Jacks
own chauffeur was still within hail
He was not under any apprehension
of an attack
rs it worth FLYER to your" the
man whined. ''McGann would hall
kill me If he knew told"
Jack displayed a five dollar bill
1T is worth n fiver," he said. "but
I'll hang on to it, until l hear what
you have to say"
That's fair enough. You friend
come into McGann's about half an
hour back, He was with a guy that's
well known there. Wouldn't do you
no good to know his name He's a
friend of the boss and a bad egg
They had one or two and your friend
got groggy."
"Doped?" said Jack.
The man shrugged. II didn't name
it, Pretty soon the fellow that
brought him there says to Singer
Singers the big guy, the bouncef
there-he says TO Singer: Me
friends real sick he says. We bet
ter put him to bed We all knows
what that means"
What does that mean%' demanded
Jack.
"Oh, they was Just going to roll
him. But just as they was liftin' him
up, a stranger come In, old man shtrt
and stoutish with a big mustache and
a little chin whisker, not to say q
swell guy but dressed real decent
and genteel-like. He was old, but
My God he had his nerve with him.
Put that man down. says he.
wat the Hell is it to you% says
Singer.
He's a friend of mine the old
Teller says: III take him home
The Hell you Will says Singer,
Get out of here before l throw you
out!'
"You won't do that the old man
says, smiling real polite
SThen Singer makes for him. The
old guy pulled police whistle.
Stinger slung chair at him. but he
ducked the chair, and blew his
whistle. The guy that brought your
friend in. and some other guys that
was wanted, beat it out the bacl,
way. The rest of us just sat there
Sunger rushed the old guy. but he
pulled gun and backed him off.
Well, a cop come running in, and
here's the funny part The old gu,
didn't make out to lay no charge
against Singer, but all of a sudden
he made out to be friends with him
The old guy says:
Sorry to trouble you, officer, but
had a friend here fightin' drunk
and he tried to make Il rough house
when | wanted him to come home
But he's all in nowShe won't give nc
more trouble. Just help me carr,
him out to my car, will You?
We'll, the cop on this beat didn't
want to get in. wrong with McGann
and Singer didn't want no trouble
with the police neither. So it all end
ed friendly like. The cop ant
Singer carried your friend out be-
tween them, and put him in the ole
guys automobile. But say, Stingel
cursed the old guy good when he
was gone"
you don't know where they tool
my friend?" Jack asked
The man shrugged Headed down
town." he said. That's all 1 know
But I took good note of the car, Il
it's any good to you. Tt was one Of
these here, now, limousines, like
yours yonder, but with long body
like a private ambulance, and paint
ed black. 1t carried a Connecticut
license"
"Ahh! I didn't have no pencil tc
take it down. forget"
This was all the information Jack
could extract. He handed over the
bill, and the man scuttled away