The Washington times., 1930-12-01

Philly. No he wouldn't kill her
then! a
Doesn't Dare Leave .,
The half-hour had passed and
three minutes more. More min
utes And more. What could
have happened? Promptness
was one Of Freeman's few
virtues.
She didn't dare leave her
post or position. Any second
now he might turn the knob.
What the
Silk Freeman, the Big Boy
himself, strobe out Of his Park
Avenue apartment building
flanked by his armed pair Of
twin killers. One of them
leaped to the wheel of his irl-
ported palace on tires. Its
glistening, glittering sides were
bullet-proofed with steel sheet
ingS between the layers of ex-
terror veneer and interior We
lour. The windows were bull
let-proof and Shatter-proof. The
passengers seat was low and
deep in the back of the
limousine and those who sat
there were invisible from the
side and rear.
Through the 66th Street
Transverse of Central Park the
noiSeleSS engine carried the I'm.
godly three at an even pace.
The hoodlum in the lead of
the seven pursuers' wagged a
wicked machine gun. The other
six were armed with automatics.
They raced in Freeman'S body
guard, who had been instructed
to wait outside, were so stunned
they couldn't even try to head
them off. But they advanced
cautiously as far as the outer
door.
The Killer Known
Freeman was already on the
floor, perforated with a dozen
bullets and the assassinS were
tracking back for their car. The
bodyguards, outnumbered, dog.
ged it. They jumped aside and
let the murdererS, who turned
toward no one in their haste,
make their machine and get
under way and away.
Then they rushed in and
picked up the bleeding scarce
ly conscious Freeman. People
were now Scrambling down the
stairs. The whole operation had
not taken 40 seconds.
"It was Nutsy Nutsy FleHn-
men," hoarsed the chauffeur.
"Yeh, I know" wearily whis,
pered Freeman. "Get me out o
here-get me home-oh-"
They turned to carry him to
his car but two uniformed po-
licemen entered just then. J
Hold it, ordered one OF them.
Nobody leaves here. You two
guys"
He had caught glance Of
the bloodless face Of the victim.
Lord help us!" he gasped.
"It's B. 3.
"Who done thisP demanded
the other.
"I dunno" answered both the
bodyguardS in unison.
Officer Hills clumped to the
office and 'phoned in a bulletin
it wasn't long-other, higher
officials would get the details
for themselves later.
Officer Hills, this simple and
momentous duty done, started
through the hotel. The lower
floors yielded little N body
knew anything, nobody had seen
anything, nobody had done any
thing, nobody had heard any
thing. But on the fourth floor
he tried the door Of Att was
unlocked-he entered.
Annie raised her pistol and
took aim. Then she caught her
self. This wasn't Freeman it
was a harness bull! She started
back on the fire escape, but
Hills heard her.
wait whcec you are" he
shouted.
He dragged her back into the
room.
"An' who an what might
YOU be?" he asked.
Annie was ratified, but not
enough so to answer him. She
had heard nothing and knew
nothing and said nothing.
Come on-what was you
doin' there JUS now?"
"See my lawyer" she said.
Come with me-" he said.
Nutsy Flemmen was back in
his loft, far up in the Bronx.
"Dey seen. u.s." he said to
Brader Gregor, one of his 60
rillas.
who seen uS?"
"Freeman'S men-two of 'em.
seen them. But I was too
shaky to shoot it out. At dat
we oughta stopped an croaked
'em. Well all go on the spot
for dis now. But I'd let 'em
stan me agin' a wall before I'd
let dat lousy chiSeler get away
wit de deal he hands me.
IT kick in so good grand to
him, cold dough, for dat much
wort o. coke. Den I find it's
cut wit almos' half bicarb. I
hail i'm on de phone and he
give me de laugh, an when I
says he's gotta come across wit
coke fit for white man to use
or sling back my jack he says
for me to go to hell.
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