The Washington times., 1930-11-13
.Notp Go DI, With; the Story
CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER
4 Polack Annie heard the key
glide oilily in the keyhole. Silk
aFreemarl's Park Avenue apart
l1ment had turned rather chill.
He had sent her up the elevator
aAnd the ex-con servant had
served her o shot Of Scotch.
She wasn't hectic for his ar.
rival. But she felt chilly. The
skey in the lock was rather a
crelief.
< B. B. it was, who entered. He
threw his black soft tux hat
somewhere and came into the
room on the peaks Of the stiff
carpet.
sEey, there, red-head." he
called, Did you get a Shot?"
e II got q big shot. -
r. you bet you got q big shot.
You got Silk Freeman. =.
sorry to have held you up - l
was layin' out deal downstairs
we're goin' in the transporta-
ton business" .
That's swell-by the way,
b. B., when we we're havin'
dinner, across the room was q
bay-a blondish, Square-shoul-
dered kid-did you give him a
stunfble?" -
81 "Was he with a dark skinny
faced twist?"
: "Yeh. Do you by any chance
know who he waS?"
? "I amt takin' any chance, I
knew who he was. It's him I'm
goin'. in the truckin' business
with"
''No-aw, behave-he didn'
know you-
Just Out OF College
But he sure overlooked moth.
In about you. He just come out
O. college. You're the only
POSTGRADUATE course that ap-
.pealed to him. An you could
prob'ly be q liberal stooge like
him. He was studyin' you
pretty"
"Oh, Silk-nothin' like that
! but he was q good-loOkin
youngster."
so was the Edgewater Kid,
from all can hear. An they
put him on the spot, didn'
they?" roared Freeman. TITS
.iennieS like you get good men
.croaked. For Is bucks you can
get your hair set permanent.
But there amt enough dough
in the world to get your brains
set that way!"
Polack Annie was in no posi-.
ton to, battle. She swallowed
1lryly.
> TT didn't say nothin'-jus'
that he was a weA set-up boy,
7An'-" :*t.s~. =
Listen, fire-top. His Of man
owns q fleet O. river-front
trucks. I've had my eyes on
it a long time, an nobody
knew it. Tonight he happened
to he in the dive. An he had
his eyes on you. I almoS' for.
get about his dads game. It
looked like that silly juve
might O. gone along neat.
But-no. He's got this Schuyler
noll - s'ciety, dough, class
family an woozy about him.
But he has to itch. He JUS
has to.
a m,.-~L winV~Ar
; AN, with the inspiration O.
youth an dumb Irish he picks
out O. eight million people, half
.o' whom are women. one-who?
The one who's with Silk Free
man! He's a grand picker, that
punk. I'll run him so fast an
so far that his solesn be so
thin that if he steps on a dime
he'll know if it's heads or tails.
;B B., an nobody else, speak
.ing!" ~. ,>
Polack Annie lit a cigaret.
Jaw, Silk-you're overplayin'
the whole Sketch--I jutS asked
who he was"
That's all. An. he just; asked
who you was. He knew who ]
was. That's what candles me.
Sweet spiritS-I knew red hair
had kick, but I never dreamed
It was that potent. It robs a
guy Of all sense o. humor. all
sense O. p'portion. all sense at
all. That young Gillespie saw
you with -Silk,i in the
flesh. An he had the CUTS to
buzz the waiter. this worlds
,goin' goofy."
=, "Oh, B. B., you are such a big
man - why be so Small?"
wheedled Annie. ...
'1 was small long enough.
An don't ask me questions. My
specially iS givin' answers =.
an that1l be enough o. findin'
fault with me, too. I'm about
fed up, Did it seem a long time
was away?" =.
49, A Dubious Promise
long" echoed Annie, with
artistically faxed >dreamiuess,
@it seemed ageSl"
That's as it shou'$ be-" said
Freeman. ''It'll be slore ages
before leave you again."
But. listen, dad" Tommy
Gillespie was saying. why 20
into o decline because Q dozen