The Washington times., 1930-11-28
How a Red-Haired Beauty
Overturned a Great City

door and, in defiance of his
doctors order, left the house.
He whistled for a taxi. His
wounded leg .eorr 2.de driving.
Il
"See?" said Annie, as she put
down the hand set. II haven't
lost him."
"H'mmm-with you it's still
maybe; with me it's absolutely.
told you before-hook me
this fish an land him, or I'll
wade in and gaff him."
IT got to doll up, B. B. No
time to give you no argument.
I'm on my way to work"
She started dressing.
where's this you're gonna
meet him?" asked Freeman.
"Oh, in the lobby O. the
Astor-I'm afraid you wouldn't
wanna make that the spot"
"Well-after that? Why not
wash this up tonight?"
II can't tell you-yet. I
guess 1 can steer him. But I
got to make him think he's
steerin' me-see? I could phone
YOU"
"Oke. Call home. Pete'll
know where to reach me. Allow
me half an hour an Ill have
a couple O. trusty lads where
ever you say"
Plenty of Smile
"That is if I can get him on
q soft Spot-like you said.
where the getaway looks right
for your boys"
Say, I'm so steamed up
well, maybe you're right. It's
GilleSpie's pup, an there might
be a holler, so it won't hurt to
play a bit safe"
Annie was making up her
lips as only she knew how.
Leave him to Annie" she
sang out with a smile that was
distorted by the lipstick, but
was still plenty of smile. When
Annie goes fishin' it's Just like
when she goes shootin'-she
gets her man."
Gee, you should" gasped
Freeman, as he crossed the
floor and slid his slender,
strong arms around her, put
his cheek against hers and
looked at the picture of them
in the mirror. 1--WE been damn
busy lately, Chicago-but you
amt been out O. my mind
much, and soon as we clean
up this Yale yap, you an I'll
take a spin down to Atlantic
City for a few days-an'-
woW!"
He turned her face enough
toward him to kiss her lips,
which left a smear on his face
as scarlet as the smear on his
soul.
"I got to be 1ammin' along
now" she chirped, with a syn
thetic grin.
She adjusted her little hat,
filliped out few of her man
destroying red curls, blew him
kiss-and closed the door be-
hind her.
A Devious Route
There was a taxi out front
in front of Freeman's Napoleon.
"Astor Hotel" she ordered.
The driver let her out at the
.Forty-fifth Street side. She
left him with the lace" she
tossed him. She saw him start
up the west-bound way. She
crossed through Peacock Alley,
ignoring the glances and smirks
of ambitious mashers, tripped
out the Forty-fifth Street door,
up to the waiting east-bound
cab, and whispered Victory
Hotel"
The driver turned and looked
her over curiously, quizzically.
eyes, ma'am," he consented.
X X X
The Big Boy had received the
flash of Biff Glasson's finish in
the waterfront fight-the battle
of the two Goliaths, when Glas-
son and Cyclone Tim McClosky
each (killed the other-with
stolid, stole indifference.
"Just too bad about them
hOodlums!" he sneered, and
turned a cold, steely gaze on
his lieutenant. What about the
donn-iS IL o1antodo"
"All unloaded an Salted in
Millie Germaine's joint on Co
caine Row." chuckled the other,
a nattily dressed little heel,
with restless, thumb-tack eyes,.
Then: mot one ounce missing"
"Oke," grunted Silk, lighting
a cigarette and flicking ashes
on his priceless Chinese rug.
Somebody's got to pay off for
all this doin's. An the guys
who'll settle this trip are the
cokies an the dopies who pick
up this stuff. I gotta get mine
for my grief"
Sure, boss." smiled the
other.
"Sure about what? I'm talk
in" Stormed Freeman. "In-
stead O. mixing that junk with
10 per cent O. bicarbonate. like
we always do-mix this with 20
per cent-now say sure"
Forty per cent" whisLled
the other. Were goin' to get
a fierce kickback en- that"