The Washington times., 1930-11-05
Gangster Guns Spit Death
In This Gripping Serial

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whisper. Her eyes, too, pro-
truded.
Monk stared grirnly, terribly
at her. as he painfully swung
a leg over the sill. Goldie was
still whistling in the bath
room.
Monk, swaying on his feet
in, the room, signalled silence
with q finger on his lips.
Something In his terrifying
deyilish look at the closed bath
room door made her obey him.
She walked slowly across the
room toward him, still and
Monks left hand, also COW
cred. with blood, hung limp.
He fumbled In pocket with
his right hand, and slowly
drew out a revolver. He was
swaying so that it seemed he
would collapse any moment.
"They punched my ticket"
Monk whispered, his voice hiss
ing and cracking like waxed
paper, "and I'm gonna take one
ba Guinea along"
He jerked his revolver In the
direction Of the whiStling.
Anne felt she had to spar
for time. Now that the mo-
ment had come, she was willing
to sacrifice herself, If need
be, for Goldie, because Goldie
was the Edgewater Kids God,
and the memory Of the Kid
was hers.
'He put us all on the spot
all Of us-all gone-wiped out
all but me-"
Annie stared, wide-eyed. The
man couldn't be joking. De-
liriousl That was it.
"He sent us there an he
stayed here. Gleason an the
cops clipped us. I wouldn'
rat. I wouldn' tell 'em where
he was. I wouldn' let that
mob knock him off. I'll do
that meSelf - that's what I
prayer for-I prayed to be spared
for that-for this"
Annie heard, dumbfounded.
"Oh, no." she breathed. mot
Goldie. you're out o. your
head. here, lay down-lemme
get you slug O. rye"
Slug hell! I'm copesettee.
I drove all the way here-like
I am-an' on my nerve. I'll
last long enough to settle up
for the boys"
Annie sprang between him
and the door. She held out
her arms to bar his way.
His Order
"Get the hell out O. there"
he shrilled, cor I'll drill you.
You're standin' between me
an your wors' enemy, you
dumb dame. an you knocked
off Kinky King!"
YEAH did!"
What a laugh! For KILN
, the Kid! Well, Kinky had
nothin' to do wit it. there's
the Big Boy-in there" and
he pointed with his gun.
"Wh-what! G-goldie? He
my Kid?"
"Sure. Who d'you think
worked that typewriter? Chimp.
Who put him up to it? Goldie.
Why? 3ecus' the greasy rat
had a yen for you! It cost
many a good guys life when he
Topped for your. red hair an
your"
She stood, glaSsy-eyed, petri-
fled, Swaying.
"On the soul o. me mother,
I swear it. I wouldn' o. never
peached. Goldie said the Kid
was crossin' the mob an had
to 60 now I know who
was crosSin'-an' now I'm gon-
na-get out o. my way"
In a daze, Polack Annie side
stepped.
''I'll make it.'lgurgled Monk.
''IIl square the Kid-an'-'
Annie turned to glare with
volcanic hate at the door be-
hind which was the man who
had widowed her, had defraud-
ed her, had betrayed her. She
realized with sudden shock like
an icy shower that the whist
ling had ceased. The door was
half open. Goldie stood there,
still with lather on one side Of
his face. He was grinning.
But his eyes were hard and
bitter. He laughed. It was
forced, but it was loud.
Monk recoiled, pulled him
self forward with a spasmodic
effort. then sank to his knees
from weakness. Slowly, pain
fully, he raised his weapon. It
seemed many minutes to Annie.
She was frozen stiff.
Goldie's arm suddenly whisked.
A gold and silver streak flashed
across the room. The revolver
thumped on the carpet. Monks
wrist fell limp and lifeleSS. A
thin streak of blood oozed
down it. GoIdie's razor lay be-
side the revolver. Goldie strobe
toward the dying man, whose
eyes were wel1ed with tears
and whose shot body rocked.
Still Annie couldn't move.
Goldie'S gorilla arms lifted
the inert Monk. He held him
alnft and out Gnldia mas