The Washington times., 1930-11-07

! red hair and tilted nose and
adolescently ripe form more
than q dozen gangsterS had
beere chopped down with ma
4chine-gun bullets, opened her
eyes; she stretched and picked
.up q French hand.Set.
Hello" said she.
''B. b." she heard in her ear.
"Aw-oh-okay-c'mon up"
She smoothed the covers,
reached for q cigarette and lit
st, sat higher on the pillows,
Datted and set her flaming
crown, and waited.
She heard a key and the door
opened. She turned on q pho
.ney smile and a look OF wei
come.
Toward her came a man Of
medium height, well set up. His
clothes were tailor-made, pune
tiliously pressed, but Of sedate
material and pattern. His face
was sallow and saffron, but 1t
was singular and not unattrac-
tive. His step had authority.
He had come in with a key
which he was easing back into
I his pocket.
"H'lo, Annie" he said. Hope
you appreciate this $5o-a-day
layout"
"Goldie Gorio," answered An
:, ME, had o mansion"
Oh-so? He had a high fu'
: neral, too."
: He was laid away in fifty
grand stiff box an the flowers
was nine carloads"
He couldn't smell 'em."
Annie Holds Forth
''No-but the whole world did
listen, Big Boy-you're
keepin' me in this here $6O-ar
day suite becus times is tough
in this distric' an you can rent
the cheap rooms, but you got
no call for the big-time camps
since. the market went Demo
cyf "a You aim gtvi1' me no
goLS time. I've Slep' on bare
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1t an I've kipped in feathers
. just as ritz as this ginger
bread bridal cell :. Now that
that's that-what'S what?"
"Silk" Freeman smiled q
smile that was almost a Sneer.
''Take a sweet earful O. this,
fire-top," he said, as he slid onto
a chair. you're not in Chicago
now. You're in New York-my
town. I didn't invite you, and
this is a bad place to come to II
you ant sent for. You came in
here carrying the banner and
singing the blues. Now, If you
don't care for the set-up, toss
on the rags and scram. I did
-copesette before I met you'll
guess I can battle it out after I
never glom you again"
Polack Annie took a deep drag
on her butt, stomped it out in
the porcelain ash try with
Hotel Napoleon" burnt In it,
.gulped, held herself in, and said:
'Hey, Big Boy-you got me all
-cockeyed. I didn' mean
"Swell. Then we understand
each other. You beat a ahblowoff
in Chi, you breezed in here, you
looked me up, I put you up and
Il put up with you. So, don't
talk to me or talk up to me
because I don't take that stuff
from any twist that ever navi-
gated. When you realize who
you are, who I am and what it's
an about, I'll talk turkey to you.
And make it snappy."
Polack Annie bit her red
i lips. She hadn't stood for
much Of that sort of converse
ton in the second person. But
she was down and out. a long
away from anywhere, and she
wasn't yap enough not to know
that Silk Freeman was a big
shot.
And he was.
She had been reared in Chi
cago, the home Of the storied
gangSters. And the stories were
true. But the Chicago outfit
were chiSelers. Now she was in
the nest Of the big dough. In
Chicago the racketS were run
: By a bunch Of boss hoodlums
who had battled up through
the ranks by force of fists and
CUTS and gats and typewriterS
and pipeapples. In New York
the aces had that kind Of
rough babies working for them.
From Slum Origin
Here the leaders, the chiefs,
were politicians, capitalists, or
ganizers. They sat in silk shirts
behind mahogany desks. They
let the suckers hustle for them
and the trimmers muscle for
them, put over the tall orders,
slaughter one another and get
peanuts for their pay. But they
operated from the Adams apple
up. The men who did the slug.
Z gtng and the shooting were .
flock Of white wings to them.
E And Of all these, silk Free.
man was the Ahou Ben Adhem.
Rising from slum origin, he
had been educated on the side.
walks and finished in the pool
rooms, gambling joints and
speakeaSies. Now he was the
7 master racketeer Of the proud.
est metropolis Of the world.
Legions slaved for him and
@leW for him. He ovvnad hokals