The Washington times., 1930-10-22

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locked the outer barred door be
hind Grip, an insignificant look
Ing little negro with club foot:
At night he ran sandwiches ana
coffee for the prisoners. And
night and day he was stool for
the police. The narcotic squad
palmed him a ration Of confis-
Gated dope at intervals, and the
chief Of detectives was covering
him up for the murder OF 9
black back-room girl that had
never been solved.
Grip had a whining voice, q
shreWd eye and an uncanny
sense of hearing. Tucked away
In his thick-skulled bean was
more information than equipped
q police chiefs secretary. He
dressed in a ragged suit. and
wore a greasy old cap down over
his eyes. People took pity on him
and ofttimes gave him coins
without solicitation.
"Take that black coffee to Po-
lack Annie" ordered the mat
ron. She turned back to her
desk when a terrific blow on
the steel door burst it open. The
next instant, standing before
her was Goldie Gorio-a bril-
liant. gold mounted automatic
In each hand. Goldie was sl11il-
ing pleasantly.
"Good evening. Anna" he
greeted.
"Good evenin,' Goldie." fal.
tered Anna Daley. 80
"Get Polack Annie out here
and get her quick" spat Goldie
through his gold teeth. Then ne
smiled again.
Kept Eyes On MatrOn
polack Annie, whose cell door
was open and who had just re-
ceiyed the coffee from the
NANCY negro. ran out when she
heard Goltlie's voice. s
"Goldie!" she cried.
"Get out of here and into my
car in the alley" Goldie ordered
with words as staccato as ma
chine-gun fire - and he never
took his eyes from the police
rnatron.
Polack Annie ran to the door,
where Cranky caught her by the
arm. Goldie backed out, the
two guns still leveled at the
woman. At the door he thrust
the automatics into their hoE
sters, and, reaching into his
pocket, drew out a twenty dollar
gold piece, which he tossed at
the toes of the terrified police
matron.
Thanks" he said, and was
gone. The police matron first
grabbed the coin, then turned
and grabbed the telephone. She
clicked the hook frantically.
There was no life-l1o response
from the switchboard.
Goldie jumped into his car be-
side Polack Annie, whose cheeks
were flushed with excitement.
LET the siren loose, Ray"
Goldie ordered.
Confusion Down Street
Like the screech Of a hundred
devil-tortured souls the contra.
band scream tore the night.
The car slid around the corner
into. the street and North.
Zing-blop-came shot at the
south intersection.
"Damn!" muttered Gold1e.
AS he passed the front of the
police building the door belched
forth his eight men. Goldie
grinned. He turned and looked
back and saw confusion down
the street. He saw Grip, too,
the little negro stool, pulling the
fire. alarm box just in front Of
the police station. One OF
Goldie's men, running from the
station, sent the negro sprawl
ing, but Goldie had gone but a
few blocks before he heard the
sirens Of the fire department..
"How in hell did I happen to
overlook that" he muttered.
Then he heard, too, the siren OF
the Chiefs cara siren he knew
Of old. The Chief had been in
his office, two blocks distant,
trying to bestir his mind to some
plan by which he could salvage
his own skin. He had heard the
shot on the corner and run
down to his car.
Three of Gol6ie's autos were
within sight, now-two ahead
and one behind.
"Step on her Ray" ordered
Goldie. who had slid back the
glass partition between him and
the chauffeur. The car lunged
forward and shot ahead of the
other two.
Machine Slows Down
"Up to the boulevard, then q
block west. then north and dou-
BILE back" commanded Goldie.
Ray nodded. Goldie darted a
glance behind,
Not too fast now, boy" he
warned. Let these other cars
catch up" The machine slowed