The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1924-03-30

THE GRATEFUL GIOVANNI LET
HIM OUT THE BACK WAY.
was in progress, when a motorcycle
drove up to the baggage platform and
its rider dismOunted.
After accommodating carefully he
decided TO commence operations by
instituting a one-man raid upon the
devotees of luck, which proved high
" successful Breaking in a low side
window with the butt of his pistol
he reversed it and flashed his shield
before the astonished gamblers could
do more than spring to their feet
and although muttered oaths ran
around the circle and more than one
knife flashed. that steadily pointing
pistols mouth held them back and
Mike spoke:
Police headquarters. Shaftstown
I want only the shoemaker. The rest
may go"
Giovanni. ne not-a here be
gan a Shallow little man eagerly. but
his erstwhile guests paused in their
scurrying exit to denounce him with
one acclaim and he bowed to the in
eUtable.
Wv at you wanna wit me?" he de-
manded sullenly when Mike had
climbed in at the sashless aperture.
Just to ask you some questions.
Giovanni. If you'll answer EN- truth
fully, I'll forget I ever saw this little
game, hut if you lie III take YOU up
for running it, and youu answer EN-
over at Shaftstown."
Giovanni protested volubly that he
was well known as the most truth
full man in Kingsville and although
he knew nothing he would say what
ever the police officer might require,
but Nike cut him short.
An right. What time do you open
your shop in the morning."
Seek o'clock. Da boys stop before
go to de job"
Never mind about that, Did you
open at six last Tuesday morning."
Giovanni nodded, evidently amazed
at the question. Then his dark eyes
widened.
''Da day Of da beega wreck
Nothing to do with the wreck"
Mike retorted impatiently Did you
see the seven o'clock trolley from
Shaftstown stop at the station over
there and a lame lady get out?'
Giovanni smiled and shrugged.
1T was not da lady who was cree
pied. but her shoe. Da heel is loose
an in da station it come off so she
limp over here an I fx-a it on for
her. A very fne-a young senorina
but ina da troub'"
What trouble do you mean?" Mike
asked quickly How do you know"
She cry. She t'ink 1 not-a see.
but 1 could not-a help" Giovanni
spread out his hands. She tremb',
she shake-a Ikea da leaf in da win
l do not know wat is dis-a troub', but
it seem Ikea she is scared of sonnet
ing, maybe somebod'i She mus go
away queek but dere is-a no train,
an she ask ola me were is-a da
garage. 7 telI-a her dat one, an wen
her heel is-a fix. she GO
He had pointed to the lighted serv-
ice station before which the lOng-hned
roadster still stood and Mike demand
ed eagerly.
see her leave? Which direction did
they go in?"
Sure I seer' Giovanni nodded af
Tentatively. She make-a da queek-a
da barg wit HolIoran-hees-a da
prop'-an' den she drive-a off Ikea
da dew data way
He indicated the turnpike leading
to the main State road to New York
and Mike exclaimed:
She didn't drive herselfr'
NO, Frank-a Halloran, da son Of
da prop, hees-a drive da beeg-a red
car. an da lady she sta all alone
behind"
What did the lady look like?"
Mike reached into his pocket and his
informant's eyes began to glisten.
''Like-a da beautiful senoritas Of
cur sicily-blo-onder Giovanni ran
his fingers in ecstasy through his
cwn oily black hair 'Da leetle-a
shoe, it is a so small. L can hardly
hol' it ina my han when I fix-a da
heel. She carry a black-abag, vera
fine bag, an she do not-a one time
Ieta it out ola her hands"
That's enough, Giovanni, I guess
that's the lady we've been asked to
trace" Mike handed him a hin.
That's to pay for your broken win
dow, but if I ever hear Of your say
ing one word about this little talk
we've had
The grateful Giovanni. swearing
the silence of the grave. let him CUT
the back way and he proceeded Al
once to the garage. The car at It's
doouNwas evidently ready for imne-
date departure, for the mechanics
had both drawn aside and huge,
burly individual in a sweater stood
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