The Washington times., 1930-11-03
1angster Guns Spit Death
In This Gripping Serial
CHAPTER XXI

look directly at Cne uOoE CIlde ASu
into the headquarters Of the
Gorio gang. 1t was neither high
nor wide enough to let in a car.
But when 1t was opened and
some catches were released with.
m, the panels telescoped up and
out and r1ade complete garage
opening.
The four cars we're neatly
backed and ranged against the
side wall. The mob found chairs
around the flat-top desk, which
was Goldie's, and at which no
one sat even when he wasn't
there. Thirteen Of them formed
about. smoking and splitting.
Cranky, the ex-blacksmith by
nature a killer of joy as he was
q killer of men, took census and
pointed out the jinx countup.
"Goldie'll be along now" said
Monk, am he'll run us UP to
fourteen"
.,"Why do you s'poSe he sent
me on ahead?" asked Ray. the
chauffeur.
"Don' he simple" grinned
One-Eye. THE answers one
word - Annie. He all but
Knocked me an Whitley Off
becus' he thought we was
moocI1in' on her an her in the
big shack. Soon's he learns her
how to be a lady he'll be here
~ n no sooner"
"This is one hell of time to
4 ct tangled up in a skirt"
rouched Clammy Withers.
well Nero, who was no small
Won, neither, fiddled aroun'
While Rome was burn1n,
chuckled Monk, whose admlra-
ton for his chiefs bravado ana
oolhardiness transcended even
considerations Of his own liberty
and sal;-.
sahe COnfab
'Yes.h i guess he probly
.4oe It - show some redhead a
growled Cranky.
5M liked along for hours.
"A ,ee y had the temerity to
hone the country house. NO
ans, er.
cor he's in," chuckled Monk.
cont or in, he pays 10 'tention
to hells, bulls nor noth1n less
he feels like it. L guess he's on
the way here at that. It's Day
light" ,n av
claimed Moon-Face, as a buzzlng
in the amplifier rugged to botn
ends of the alley as a t1p-o11 10
anv approach by foot, horse or
engine, gave warning. nav
mo chance" snapped Kay.
IF Goldie'c car grumbled IKE
that he'd shoot me in the ankle
.pll give a look"
The chauffeur put his eye 70
the lens of a swiveled per1scope
that swept the whole alley ne
turned suddenly: .,-,o
0Bulls!" he whispered. Two
harness cops"
There was a distinct sound OF
breaking to a halt at the door'
The men came to their feet.
chip Hummell drew his ROD.
NIX warned Monk, who' IN
the absence of Goldie, assumed
tI,s five lead 1.-TWO flatfoots
wouldn't brace this joint look.
in for trouble. Anyway not
harness men-they'd send PLAIN
clothers from homicide detal.
Lemme handle 'em tneyre
harmless" 4,a
doorSs Monk opened it: ne
saw a, smail" department. car
such as is used for patrol ser
vice. At the wheel sat q ser
eeant, wearing traffic insignia.
Standing at the threshold was
= uniformed lieutenant. Botn
were strangers to Goldie's crew.
THE lieutenant ran his eyes
over the assemblage.
@Where's Colder" he asked
IN a confidential tone.
"Goldie? Goldie who?" re-
~, ned Monk, with a dead pan:
Come out Of it," protested
the officer. I'm Lootenant
Minnehan-I got a message for
Goldie from the capn-Wnere
4 amt tellin' nobody nothin'.
whats the mesSage?"
s'Well, it's this the cap'n
says for the lot O. you to beat
Il an beat it fast the
; chiefs wise to the hangout-
Chimp went rat-the homlcioe
squads on the way, an
"To the cars" cried Monk
The Foray.
Like firemen at the alarm,
the l3 sprang for their places.
NTheir backs were to the door.
Rays foot was on the starter.
A sudden roar in the amplifier
made them hesitate. Simul.
taneously from both ends Of
the short alley two dark tour
ing cars bearing police plates
I front and back pulled up at
the door. A dozen or more
men poured forth. In the lead
ran a giant carrying a Lewis
machine gun strapped to his
forearm Behind him swarmed
others with sawed-off shotguns,
Lue ers, army automatics. The
uniformed men drew regula-
ton Colts.
Line up against that wall.
hands up, backs turned" cried
the big man with the type
writer. We're homicide men.
You an stand for q frisk."
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