The Washington times., 1930-12-03

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Detention Home
West Fifty-fOurth St.,
New York City
As q sympathizer and be-
Hcver I'm your innocence i offer
furnish bail stop phone Yale
Club and ask for number Of
Mr. x stop same win be sup
piled You stop / don't want to
interfere but want to help dis
tressed girl put on the wrong
spot stop can't kidnap you but
see Red always. Mr.. x.
And, Polack Annie, the bru-
nette, got the wire. She got
it!
AS the police matron (who
had read it first) handed It
to her. her seductive mouth
twisted and twitched to a
smile.
"See?" she gurgled to the
matron, who was bit titillated
over her sensational prisoner,
Heres one grand guy what
wants to spring me-"
The beefy matron read the
telegram again-twice.
"They's some goofs," she con-
fided, "who go haywire over
newspaper hooey. Don't trust
i'm sister. That babe Is out for
a kick. What if it does set 'em
back a few grands? He wants
the broad what's starred in the
Freeman case. Six-two-an'-even
he's so, bald, fat an can't stay
out all night-doctor'S orders
and-but use yer own judg-
ment."
Annie stretched for a cigar
cite and the yellow flame lit
UP her oval olive face. She
dragged in the smoke and blew
1t out and looked at the soft
hearted, hard-boiled matron--
and then she breathed, with
out any facial ameliorations or
amplifications:
"Lissen, copper-was you ever
in 1OVe-much?"
The matron tossed her head
in scorn.
"Much?" she demanded, "I
got eight kids"
Annie flicked the cigarette.
"Then why're you workin'?"
"Becus-I got eight kids"
ALI Understood
can becus you're in love
with your eight kids! Take a
sweet earful O. this. from a
smart tart-I amt tippin' you
who I am-but maybe you
guessed I amt no sappio. Them
delirious dicks can tap the wires,
but they might bust their ear
drumS-anyWay, this here *
guys gonna cop a caI-do I or
don't, I, Ann Pennington?"
The matron glanced furtively
about. She leaned forward and
whispered, hoarSely:
"You-DO!"
"Okay," said Polack Annie.
Call up the Yale Club-c'nect
with this Mr.. X and say for
him to go home and stay home
till he hears from ME!-here's
the nickel to get the op'rator!"
And Annie palmed her
fifty-buck bill.
They dragged Polack Annie
over to the D. AS office again
and the dicks seemed to take a
degenerate delight in closing
their duck-bill fingers into the
soft. warm flesh of her arm.
She passed that. The stage was
set and the flashlights doomed
and the egg-eyed mob. looked
on as they led her into the
Criminal Courts Building. Un-
der the Bridge of Signs they
steered her into the marble
lined lobby and up to the D.
AS office.
Annie didn't mind. This was
nothing new to her, and all
these clucks with their trick
questions and their concealed
stenographers and their uncon-
cealed Blackstones didn't fuss
her-she was heeled with the
cunning of her kind and her
training, the foxy ingenuity Of
the gangSter girl who didn't
know nothin'-but knew plenty.
A Poor Witness
And they sat her at a desk
and they lit her cigarettes and
they peppered queries at her.
What's your name?"
"Jane Doe-a jane wit dough"
and the D. A., who personally
popped the questioning dropped
his eyes before her sardonic
gaze.
Put it down: Mrs. Thomas
Livermoor," directed the D. A.
Come on-tell yer right
name" came the growing voice
of a dick at her side.
Call me PanSy, Dicky-now
what's yours?" and Annie puffed
at her cigarette.
"You registered at the Vic
tory Hotel with a tall, blonde
fellow"
my sweetheart but he
away-he was my man,
but he done me-"
How about this gun?" and
the D. A. fumbled a blue .28
calibre revolver with a shiny
Maxim silencer.
"Never seen it before" said
Annie, "or any other"
"And the silencer-"
''T wish I had one to slap on
your kisser-"