The Washington times., 1930-10-21
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"Okay!"
"And you eight guys-I want
you to walk right in the front
door. There won't be more
than three or four cops in
there. Stick up the desk SER
geant-you two cover the cap
tain's office-and you jam
that door that leads to the
dicks ROOM"
"GOt to Bust Door"
The eight nodded.
Nov, Ray" he said, turning
to his chauffeur, "you come
with me. And you, Cranky.
Got that sledge hammer?
Yeah? Okay. One socks
got to bust that door. It's old
and the locks weak and it
swings in. Ray. back that car
just into the alley and have it
turnin' north. I want this
thing to come off at exactly
1890. When you hear the
siren on my car, beat it. You
six straight north. you eight
turn at Eighth Street an
into the park. I'll go left a
block west, but you guys keep
goin'. Meet me at Silver Lake.
Keep goin' till nobody'S follow
ing you. Shoot it out II you
can't shake 'em. Try speed
first and lead last"
He paused and motioned to
Ray, who went to a box and
dragged out six BOTTLES Of rye.
Come on, take a good stiff
jolt-but no more after that:
Goldie turned away as the
men passed the bottles around.
Goldie did not drink liquor.
He never did.
He had worked his desperate
plan out in every detail, one Of
: the most daring, unheard-of
raids in the history Of local
crime.
Plans Fell Through
True, three desperate men
the notorious Car Barn bandits
prepared in Chicago one day
to stick up the outlying Shef-
field Avenue police station the
next night and spring their pal,
Gus Marx. But they never car.
ried through their plans be-
cause Marx confessed before
they came, peaching on all Of
them into the bargain. That
was as near as any purpose
had ever come to the wild raid
of the goldlined gangster.
"All set?" asked Goldie, as
the empty bottles, one by one,
were tossed aside. A series OF
affirmative grunts answered
him. It was IL o'clock.
"Now, take your time about
gettin' out Of there" warned
Goldie. ''Pick up your cars
wherever you got them Stanched.
We start work at 1890 sharp.
Everybody in his place and on
his job. Let's go!"
With Ray and the giant
Cranky, Goldie walked out Of
the room. The others left in
twos and threes.
Ray, are you sure all them
license plates was well dusted?"
Goldie asked as he got into his
car. %t~
Every one-I looked 'em
over, boss" assured the chauf-
feur.
Goldie settled back in his
business" car, d gray sedan.
Cranky got in beside Ray, nurs-
ing his huge Sledge-hammer be-
tween his knees. Goldie looked
at his wrist watch. =
"Take a turn around the
drive for a little air, Ray" he
ordered. The chauffeur nodded.
The clutch slid in gently and
the car got away like panther.
Goldie lit up and crossed his
legs.
Goldie calmly puffed his
cigarette, methodically remov-
ing it and returning it to his
lips With a nerveleSs hand. He
might have been on his way
to visit distant cousins, so in
different was his attitude.
The car moved along swiftly
and I1oiSeleSSly over the velvet
boulevards. Goldie's watch
ticked away the minutes, and
now and then as they passed
an arc light, he raised his arm
and looked at it.
Finally he lifted the speaker
at his side and called to Ray:
"Okay, Ray-turn her down
town."
With both hands he patted
the two automatics which he
had strapped under his arm
pits. An inScrutable smile rose
over his face. Then his lips
closed tight and grim. He un-
crossed his legs and leaned
bit forward in his seat as the
car sped toward Central Detail
and Polack Annie.
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