The Washington times., 1930-10-31

had complained most bitterly
against the foolhardiness that
had characterized G Goldie's
recent acts took their places
readily enough in the motor
cars.
One by one, four cars purred
by the house, down the winding
drive and out through the iron
gates.
The last car picked up Peters
and another servant but de-
posted Goldie's driver.
NIX" Goldie countermanded.
"You go right along with them.
I'll drive myself. got a reason"
But Goldie," protested his
driver, "it amt right for you to
60 nowheres alone"
you'd think I was a queen
bee or somep'n," Goldie explod-
ed. "You get the hell out O.
here, will you? I'll take care Of
myself and all o. you, too! I
know what I'm doin'. Scram!"
The abashed chauffeur left
and Goldie and Polack Annie
were alone in the great fort
reSsed house, miles from the
nearest human being.
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Back in his cell, Chimp had
both arms extended through the
bars, waving them frantically
at the seemingly sympathetic
but bewildered and uncompre-
hending keeper.
The AdmOnitiOn
Chimp's face was scanned with
deep lines; his eyes were bulg-
ing, his hair was disheveled, and
he was badly in need of a shave.
Poor fella. Now, just be calm
a few minutes; the boys are
bringing your shoes now," the
keeper admoniShed.
That's what you've been tell
in me for years." screamed
Chimp, tears running down his
tough cheeks, land, for the love
of God, be human an bring a
guy a cigarette he can smoke"
A beggar errand-boy came up
with a package Of cigarettes.
Chimp tore them open, lnen
threw them on the floor.
"Cuban!" he screamed. "Oh,
my God!"
Still the keeper apologzed.
Here come your Shoes" he
said.
Chimp, unable to see down
the corridor, quivered with ex-
citement. But before the shoes
arrived the two familiar detec-
tives arrived to take him up the
AZ steps of red-hot. finc-pointed
steel needles.
The man with the shoes ar
rived simultaneously.
"F'or the saints Sakes," begged
Chimp, weeping unrestralned,
gimme a break. Leave me just
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The two detectives conferred
a moment.
"I guess We can wait, Old
Timer" agreed one of them.
Breathing a deep sigh of re-
lief, but weeping all the harder,
Chimp sat on his bunk and
started to put on his shoes.
my God," he screamed, they
amt my shoes. They're three
sizes too small"
The keeper started again to
apologize profusely.
Chimp cut him off. He was
blubbering like a baby.
For the love Of God," he i'm
plored, tell the Captain I'll tell
him anything to get out o. here"
The detectives smiled. They
helped carry the stocking
footed prisoner over the AZ
steps. He appeared to be dan
gerously on the verge of col
lapse.
"He's ready, Cap" they told
their superior.
But Chimp had regained lit
tie, though not all, of his self
control. ....
IT won't rat won't squeal,"
he protested bitterly.
'Ah, "agreed the Captain. II
can't blame you, but what I
want to know won't hurt a
SOUL"
What is it?" and Chimp
flopped into a chair.
"All we want to know is
where the Gorio mob is hang
ing out now-their new head
quarters" replied the Captain.
Chimp hesitated a moment.
He knew the mob was in the
country and would be there for
some time. To give away the
new head uarters wouldn't
mean anything-not to would
mean more unendurable tor
ture.
"All righ Can" he said. But
my Of mother'll turn over in
her grave"
That was when he came
through. A Gorio gangster, a
squealer!
Ito Be COntinued.)
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