The Washington times., 1930-10-16
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urgent or unpleasant business
when l come to see you?"
The chief took his seat. His
telephone buzzed. He glanced at
Goldie, a quick. anxious glance,
and picked up the receiver
"Yes-yes-I see Her at
torney Well, nothing doing
absolutely not"
Face Went BlOOdless
The chief whammed the re-
ceiver back on its hook and fun-
bled in his pocket for a cigar.
"Cigarette?" asked Goldie.
mo, thanks" refused the
chief, as he reached for a cigar.
Goldie's eyes narrowed, but he
continued TO smile.
THAT reminds me-" he be-
gan in q slow. even voice.
you've shanghaied q certain
little red.haired moll, who's
done nothin'. Nothin' at all.
She amt got this dirty rap
you slapped on her comm" He
paused. You Oughta go out
and get the right guys-the
wrong guys-the ones. Achief,
What done that job. You know
as well as / do that frail
little jane like her amt cut out
for the clippin' racket. Why,
she wouldn't have the heart
to hurt q mouse"
The chiefs face went blood
less. His hands worked quick
and fast along the arms Of his
chair.
"Goldie." he began. 'if you
mean Polack Annie, you're
weird. We got the goods on
her. I hate to have to pinch
a woman for murder, but it
couldn't be helped. We found
her lipStick in Kinky Kings
apartment"
"Say. Big Boy" said Goldie
in the same even tone, that
Kinky King guy had a hun
dred twists in his twisted joint.
How do you know but what
that lipstick belonged to one
o. them? And why would
Polack Annie want to get him?
There's plenty o. guys she
could have had for the job.
She knew it. She wouldn't have
to smear them pretty little
mittS o. her'n with no blood Of
a bedbug like Kinky King"
Found Gold Automatic
"You know they found a
gold automatic in the room,
too" said the chief, signif-
icantly.
my God. you'd think they
was Tong killers the way they
leave them tools behind"
chuckled GOldie. tapping a fresh
cigarette on the Chiefs desk.
Sounds like one of them stage
shows where the detectives is
always finding something the
Op'ratOr left behind. In my ex-
perience no good killer leaves no
tip-off. or course, somethin'
might be planted"
Goldie looked steadily at the
Chief. But the Chief met his
gaze unflinchingly.
Nothing was plante
GOldie," he said.
Goldie's face hardened now.
His look was steel. His smile
was brazen. His voice rang
quick and sharp like blows upon
an anvil.
Look here. Chief" he began.
Lets you and ME get right
down to turkey. You think
you're hidin' behind a blanket
but you're behind a lace curtain
to me. I see all ats goin' on in
that noodle o. yourn. You're
out to feed them fly newspaper
boys with live stuff till this
blows over. You want to- give
'em pictures Of a hot number
an a little sensation. But there
ant no use fall-guyin' a girl like
Polack Annie who's Sufferin'
enough since the Edgewater Kid
was popped Off"
Wants Annie Sprung
"You got me all wrong, Col
die" said the Chief, arising
once more and beginning to
pace up and down his appro-
priation carpet.
Il got you right" Goldie's
voice was clicking now. "I'H
tell you, Chief, want Annie
sprung, and sprung quick. If
it was case o. right I'd
string with you. But it's a
case O. wrong. Let her out
o. this"
"GOldie," and the Chief
paused in his walk. 1T can't
do a thing-thiS time you're
asking too much"
He, pushed his hand down.
ward, spreading out the fingers
and struggling with an air of
finality, GOldie'S attitude