The Washington times., 1930-10-14
CHAPTER w

The mayor Of the sovereign
city, metropolis Of the Western
World. sat in his throne room
In city hall. His feet relaxed
on the big walnut desk Of his
high office. Across it, contem-
plating the ashes Of his cigar.
sat the chief Of police.
Listen here, Leo" said the
mayor, we've got to pull a
pinch in this Kinky King case"
The chief blew on the end
of his cigar until it glowed red
Anything you say, Highguy.
assented the chief. who d'you
pick to take the fall?"
81 don't care. But the papers
are running red this morning.
After that Hannibal King -Gorio
disarmament truce, after my
tall and mighty promises Of
no more gang war, to have this
come off-they're laying me out
like nobody'S business. We at
least have to go through the
motions of kicking somebody
over the Jumps"
"All right. We know who set
tied Kinky King-Goldie Gorio"
What makes you so sure?
Would he be fool enough to
leave his gold-mounted gun be-
hind him-he might as well
have left his card"
That's Gcldie. That souvenir
either means he was nowhere
near the job or he did it him.
self. He's as likely to do the
one as the other. If somebody
else did it with his rod, the
play was to make it look like
him, which it would even if
there was no direct steer that
way. If he did it himself, he's
Shrewd and daring enough to
figure that If he's copped for
it we amt strong enough to go
through"
Mayor SIumpS in Chair
Who says we're not? I'm
Tile MayOr-
Who says you amt? Tell
me to bring in Goldie. I'll
do it. And in eight hours the
roof'l cave in on the both
of us. You know what hook
ups he's got. You know the
precinct captains. the district
leaders, the ward committeeman
that are in with him. For what?
For dough. And for what do
they get their dough? P'tec.
ton. Who made you? The
rg'nization. Who's the org.
nization? The precin't cap
tains, the ward committeeman.
the distric' leaders. Okay. Run
Goldie in and run them out"
The Mayor leaned a trifle
further back and slumped deep.
er into his big armchair.
There's something in what
you say, Leo" he agreed.
There's considerable"
ct h e'S superconSiderable.
You put me in the front office
because I'm no cluck. Well?"
"But-we've got to pull a
pinch. We must have a tan
gled ram as a sacrifice. Some
body sensational enough to be
Page 1. Somebody to stall it
till the story'S cold-when they
assassinate some other gang
ster. Now-who?"
IF you ask me, Highguy."
hoarsely whispered the Chief,
what we need is a woman"
"A woman? For what"
A Hunk o. Dynamite
''For pictures-for human in.
t'rest-for copy-you don't want
a tangled ram, you want a
tangled sheep"
"Hmph-for a copper you
exhibit unusual intelligence.
Sounds right. Now, where do
we get this female?"
"Polack Annie!"
"Who? What's her line?
Who'd she ever kill?"
Nobody that I ever know OF.
buI she Qhu dg 1CdoO OWO SOOA
men killed-the Edgewater Kid.
and Kinky King. She's a red
headed hunk o.. dynamite, she
pictures like d house afire, and
she was Kings sWeetie, blew
him for the Kid, and was
sprung yest'day BY Goldie Co
rio. Want any better dovetail
than that"
Gee, that's hot. Is 1t all
copesettee?"
\ They found a gold lipstick
tube with the gun, didn't
theS2"
80 read"
$50 I'm telling you. I've got
1t in my desk. Well, the gat
was Goldie's - that's six-two-
and-even. But that lipstick!
Goldie amt no-he don't make
up his lips, does he? It's most
likely the lipstick had nothing
to do with the murder at all.
Kinky had danes running in
and out all hours -of the day
like 1t was 3 Q bcery store.