Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-11-23

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UNICE laughed as she listened to the
- speed cops motor cycle chug away
back into the night.
Duke Mitchell, at her side, glared
down at his speedometer. 1t was
still now, and at zero He started to swear,
but, instead, raced the engine madly snapped
in the clutch and lurched back into the stream
of cars headed down the Albany Post road for
New York City.
$50 you're the little cop-squelcher, the duke.
himself, in person-this is not a movie-and
you let hick town cop take ten spot OF you
for doing over IS miles an hour!"
He chose to ignore the last crack.
II was doing over IS. Anyway, Eunice, you
know I can't afford to get into trouble with
the law. 1t wouldn't help my game at all"
His manner became boastful There's not q
jail house in the East that's got my record,
and don't figure on giving them chance
to get meat least not when a ten-spot win
keep me out Of trouble"
He looked at her face in the dim glow Of the
dash light. There was something there he
didn't like. He saw disbelief. And in spite Of
his ~ years. Duke Mitchell was big school,
boy sticking out his chest and trying to shine
up 10 his girl. He was goofy over Eunice.
She, ON the other hand, could take her men
or leave them. She was prominent member
I'm good standing Of the Chorines' Protective
Association and often graced the front lines
of the more ritzy revues. Eunice Bordell gave
only big timers o tumble
Mitchell had made his little pile and he
was no fool. He was laying low" for o while
and enjoying his labors. His last racket had
been within the law-wen almost within the
1aw-selling real estate by q clever system Of
Misrepresentation, and he crowned his efforts
by finally doing his partner. Sol Bronstein, out
Of his share Of the profits. The mob laughed
at Bronstein and slapped Mitchell on the
shoulder
nUKE MITCHELL first met her-five and q
half feet Of shimmering blond beauty
at the opening Of the Nine O'Clock Revels ut
the Gotham six months before. She was known
to be his girl and now-now, he felt her slip
ping from him. He thought he detected con-
tempt in her tone.
That burned the Duke up He took it out
ON the accelerator. Sixty-ive, So, II, 20. 7s.
T1-this kind of thing for over 6 miles, not
even slowing down for crossings.
I'm tell you what I'm going to do, Eunice,"
he finally said, 'T'm going to get that ten back
with interest-ten thousand per cent. I mean
ten thousand per cent! III make that hick
town Of Arlington come through good and
proper"
He went to bed with wen worked out plan
Of revenge on his mind.
It was q dapper, youngish-looking man of
AZ, arrayed In pearl-gray topcOat and Spats,
who hummed a tune from the Nine O'Clock
Revels as he waited impatiently at the paying
teller's window Of the Hudson River Trust Co.
on Broadway.
A short time later Duke Mitchell pushed
jauntily out through the revolving doors of
the bank and into the grimy sunlight Of q
Broadway Saturday morning. He stepped up
to the curb and raised his cane to summon a
taxicab.
He gave the cab driver the name Of . Club"
on West Forty ninth street. The hackman
knew the place and Unanswered through the
ma2es of traffic up to the door. Mitchell told
him to wait.
Presently he emerged and ordered: THE
Vernier Motor Salesroom- Gibbons place. You
know where it is?"
The driver knew. Sure, near Fity-1pCE"
AS the cab wormed through traffic Mitchell
produced o small bottle from his inside pocket
and took sip. The fiery rye burned as it
went down. He slipped the chauffeur q bill
for tip in full view Of a group Of statesmen
IN the window of the Gibbons Vernier Co.
Would the salesman show him car?
Would he? Well, you just bet he wUuldl
"How about that big yellow and maroon
roadster in the Window" Duke asked, stepping
over to examine it.
Eyes, sir. This is going to be the thing at
all the resorts this Winter. You know you
can. have any color continuation
How much did you say this was? I mean
''Thirty-eisht eighty-nve delivered equipped.