The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1920-09-01

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on his own shoulders. FRANKLY now,
joe" he inquired, chow much money
have they offered you hereY'
II guess couple Of thousand, AFTER 4
they saw wasn't obeying Cassidy but
indirectly, Of course. II I'D taken mat
/ would have had more offers"
1.-TWO thousand at the least-4About
eight year" unused Whiting. crhosd
are good plckngs."
yes, they are" conceded O'Connor.
And l want to thank you for backing
me. l guess that's all that pulled me
through. It's ten now" he declared,
after a glance at his watch, and I'm
going to ask the Judge to let me Cos
just had n telegram from my kid gise-
ter in Ossining, who was married last
month, you know. She wants me TO
fiR in at some kind Of a party, and I'm
trying to leave at eleven. So long,
Bill"
Have a good time" urged the re-
porter.
A few MINUTES later Whiting saw
his friend leave the Judges room,
followed by Miss Billingsley. with
whom His Honor had been converdng
in his sanctum about a case-un file,
O'Connor waved his hand and left
the Court House.
MS case NAltlN 10 NbAAAlAAb up oC~hA1
interesting" declared the "sob-sister''
as she joined her fellow-reporter.
You saw 1t in the morning papers
the Bloomburg abduction? Every
body around here is talking about II.
Yes" replied Whiting. They think
they have the right man but I'm in
clined to believe some one else dior
it. Comes up here Monday, doesn'N
It? BY the way, what did the Judg n
think of it,"
HE hadn't looked into it. He goe4
on leave for his health to-day yolL
know, and there will be another her8j
Monday"
Shortly after 1. as the girl reporter
left restaurant and turned down
Second Avenue, she was accosted by
a ragged, unshaven Jew about forty,
Miss Reporter, lady?" he asked.
The girl smiled assent, for such greet
ingS were common.
What Is it," she asked.
THE Bloomburg kid, want
should tell YOU" he answered. The
guy what pinched him for himaelf Is
almost dead and wants TO make the
confess. He is shot up like I'M
dickens in a fight" explained the
| stranger, land won't talk to no one
| except a newspaper guy which I
guess you will do as well. / seen you
lots in court"
why don't you call the police, or
the parents?" inquired Miss Billings
ley.
Hes scared the cops will get him
| pinched, and he should make the
confess where the kid is before he Is
! pinched or dead or something. For
why should a dead man get pinched
while he Is alive, 1 should ask your"
The explanation satisfied the girl,
1, a.,
such importance. Here was a
chance for a ''beat" for her paper
and also for the solution of a myst
terry which had baffled the detectives
| for a month.
"show me where he is" she or
dered.
Just this way, lady" fawned the
| Jew with obvious gratitude. Levy Is
dying for himself only several blocks
Off"
Miss Billlngsley followed him down
Houston Street until they came to Es-
sex, where he turned south, and
J crossed Delaney. on reaching a
| spot in East Broadway, not far, from
Rutgers Square, the guide turned
sharply down an alley-way, which
led into n paved courtyard.
The girl picked her way gingerly
through the accumulated piles of gar
somewhat accustomed~to that stencil
which always seems to rise from the
entire east side like a pail. pressed a
scented handkerchief gratefully to
her nostrils. She brushed past
clothes-lines hung with dank. dun
colored garments, and entered a mar
row doorway. Two mildly ourioHEl
children watched her pass into the
darkness of the malodorous han, and
as they heard her ascend the riekety
stairs, turned again to their play
On the third floor the Jew knocked
lightly on a door which was marTed
by many evident kicks, and spoke
several words in Yiddish. An evil
looking youth, with pocked face and
the staring eyes Of a cocaine addict,
opened the door and placed a wiZenAd
finger on his thin, blue lips. He iss
dyink," he explained. Let the lady
come in here inside" .
Miss Billingsley tip-toed through
the doorway, as her guide motioned
for her to precede him. When she
entered the room he pushed her into
the arms of the youth came inside
and slammed and locked the door.
Good bizness," chuckled the young
man. 81 know she must fall for the
fine story If you waits when she leefs
court" ..rI
what do you meanP asked the
reporter, turning angrily upon her
guide. ''Where is your dying man
And why did you push me?" .-
She felt a cold band encircles her
wrist and heard a sharp click, As
she started TO cry out, the youth
frightened the instrument and whis-
pered hoarsely: a..
Make Just the littlest noise and
I break the wrist for you;"
To emphasize this threat he twisted
the lever in his hand until the girl
grew weak from pain. As he relaxed
the pressure slightly, she recognized
the instrument as a form OF handcuit,
or "twister," as the police called ~.
used by plain clothes men to takl
prisoners unostentatiously to bhei'.
, destination. Her eyes became accus
toned to the semi-daraSness OF bhe
. room and she saw an iron cot In the
: corner, covered with ruffled BLANKETS.
but unoccupied.
At its side was n rough table. at
which two men were sitting. And on
the table incongruous in it's Bqualid
surroundings, stood telephone,
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