The Washington times., 1930-10-10

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one hand and with his other
tearing at his service gun some
where under the tails Of his
service coat, painted up, shoul-
dering all aside. For him they
made way, all but Polack Annie,
who was bluhhering maudlin
supplications and swaying.
"Who knows anything about
this?" beloved the bull.
Who Was It?
Nobody spoke. Then a small
man with glasses on and no
coat, who had run out of near
by dwelling at the sound Of the
naachine-gun fire, pompously
squirmed forward, pointed down
&C the riddled remains huddled
In a crazy and shapeless heap.
and stage-Whispered:
"The Edgewater Kid"
"Oh," said the cop, "then you
know Somethin', do you?
What's your name?"
Now, look here. officer. /
don't want to get into any
trouble can't afford it,, I'm
with an insurance company
tax-pay r-owh my own
home
Don't talk back to me. An
don move"
The bluecoat yanked out a
whistle and cut the sabbath still
ness. He fished up a notebook
and made a memo of the time.
the street number, the date.
who else knows anything
about this?" he demanded. No
one spoke up. He stepped over
the carcass of the murdered
gangster and shook Annie by
the shoulder.
What do you know about
this?" he baWled.
GO 'way-go way" she yam
raered.
Jaw, yeh? You're goin' for a
buggy ride, redhead-ah, here
they come"
On the Job
On the run from three direc-
tions three officers were
clumping it on the lam. Carney,
the first on the scene. with
rights of priority as well as as
signment, for this was on his
beat, ordered the others about
sharply.
"Hey, there, Quinlan-call
the station an report a homi-
cide-said to be the EdgeWater
Kid-5:52 p. M, Sund'y, August
farth, front O. fifty-far-fifty-nine
Putnam Anvn'e. cali for the
amb'lance an the wagon. here
you, Finkel. take charge O. this
here man an that there jenny
material witnesses-you, Van
Haven, keep them people back
I'm goin' in the house an see
who's what the hell"
Quinlan shuffled off to the
box; Finkdl seized the little
man, deaf to his entreaties,
threats and whimpers, and
dragged Polack Annie up on
her feet. Her knees buckled and
he Slung an arm around her
and held her up. Carney started
up the steps. Van Haven called
him:
Say, hadn' you better take a
peek acroSt over there-that's
where batt'ries was concealed"
Carney wheeled sharply about
and came down. In a prOtrud-
ing open hay-WindoW on the
second story Of a frame build
ing, a boarding-hou stood in
easy view a regulation army
naachine-gun. it's muzzle pointed
square at. the spot where he
stood. He jumped aside. He
waddled across the street and
to the house. People from with
in and without were already
jaInmed around the door.
who knows anything about
that cannon up there?" he
screamed.
The LandIady
A stout, middle-aged woman
squeezed forth.
II run this place" she volun-
teered. II rented that room q
week ago yeSt'd'y to two mem
] didn't know nothin' about no
guns-nothin' till heard them
weird noises, officer-I swear"
"Put on your hat. You can
do your Swearin' at the sta
tior1. anybody else here know
anything about this sweet
Go1n's-a,@' on a Sund'y, too
Is they?"
The siren of the police am.
bulance stopped all else. Around
the corner, on two wheels,
against the traffic lights, it
shot as though II, too, had been
projected out of a cannon"
A few yards behind, it's gong
heater banging, sped the patrol
wagon. 1t yanked up on it's
emergency brakes and vomited
. squad of eight uniformed
men, two plain clothes dicks
and a sleepy reserve lieutenant.
The case was out of Carney'S
hands now.
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In the back room of a
dummy garage on North Royal
Street, opposite one of the
northernmost walkways into the
park, sat a well ses-up man
with . gold cigarette lighter in
bis hand. He snapped 1t slsat