The Washington times., 1930-10-25


There was only one punishment
death. The code was-dont
know nothin'.
His Command
Secretary Gleason semi-cir'
cled his glance over them like
a panoramic camera. He flipped
back his derby hat, spread his
feet, and let go his Say-so, which
was sweet and straight:
IT want ev'ry one O. youse to
stay here an stand by. I got
the office t'day that we're settin'
pretty. We got Goldie Corrio an
his mob in the bag-not one OF
'em, but all Of 'ern. We wipe
'em out an we get hunk for
Kinky an we cop their Cerri.
tory. That's pickin's. Nobody
leaves here till I get back.
'on, Ratface-kick the car"
ITO Bandy's." he ordered as
his driver spun the engine.
The auto stopped. Gleason
went in, passed long bar and
opened heavy metal door In
the rear with two keys. Inside
was an office, an ornate one for
Gleason. It was a heritage from
Kinky. Gleason picked up the
French handset, fumbled, talked
into the receiving end, got it
adjusted with an oath, and in
low voice called a number.
"Yeah-me," he said. Trough
the alley an I'll let you in the
back way. Come 2lc' e."
He walked into the bar and
motioned for whiskey. Bandy
Gluntz, the vassal in charge,
opened q little cabinet and drew
forth a bottle Of the uncut stuff
and set it up. Gleason threw
in a stiff slug and showed the
water aside. Then he said a few
words to GluntZ in an under
tone.
Right you got. boss" af.
firmed the bartender. lie
touched a buzzer and from
above came three worthless.
Bandy whispered to them. They
went through a small side door
and up a narrow, short flight
Of steps to a balcony that sur.
rounded the office. In the vail,
concealed from within by cur.
tains, were slots each big enough
to admit the muzZle Of a sawed.
off rifle. The men could see
into the lighted room; they
could not be seen.
Gleason closed the door to the
bar, opened another armored
door into the alley ajar. and
stood peering out. Up the pas.
sage, unattended, walked a
stocky man with square shoul.
ders and an air Of authority.
His hands hung free. Gleason
stepped back, leaving the en-
trance open. The chief of police
entered. He wore civvies.
Sit down." invited Gleason.
He showed a decanter and a
glass toward his visitor. The
chief poured himself a shot and
downed it.
Chief" said the secretary,
II never done business d'rec'
wit the law. I got your mes
sage an I'm takin' the chance.
, There's 40 men knows where
am an who I'm. wit. If any.
thing drops on me"
I'll At Eease
"Joe," interrupted the chief,
I'VE nailed one of Goldie's out
fit last night, and he coughed
UP his CUTS"
IT don believe It," snapped
Gleason.
I'VE gave him the fourth 6e-
gree. He cracked. He spilled
the works-who clipped Kinky
King, why and how, and the
way they're framing to spot a
few more Of you, mainly your.
SELF"
"oh, yeahP It'll take more'n
that bunch O. squirrel-popp
to
"They won't get to first base.
I've got a proposition for you"
"I know-you want me an
my mob to blow the racket,
then you'll handle the Gorios,
an they'll build you a monu.
ment in the park. Nothin'
doin'. Wen pay our p'tection
like we always did an Wen
p'tect ourself like we always
did"
Don't get all hot and both
cred, Joe. You were never
wronger In your life. Now,
listen: Cops dassen't kill"
"Oh, no-o-o-o?"
mo. We can't shoot men
down unless we catch 'em in
the act. No use our pinching
any Of that gang, either. Who'd
testify? Who'd prose cute?
Who'd sit on . jury2 They'd
raise million dollars bail, get
crooked lawyers and straight
lawyers and run us dizzy and
beat the rap in the finish.
Now. the word ! sent you is
on the up-and.up. I'll tell you
when and where. You and
your boys go to it. I'm in with
you-and. again. ] amt No