The Washington times., 1930-11-22
How a Red-Haired Beauty
Overturned a Great City
CHAPTER lA

back sweet an Snappy, grunteo
cyclone Tim McCloSlky as he
filIiped the gray ashes from
one Of Mr.. Schuyder's Havana
perfectos on the oriental rug.
The other three, Tan Tom
Gillespie, Tommy and the
banker seated in q semi-circle
IN MIR. Schuyder's spacious
drawing room at $3.50 o'clock
on the morning after AIlce
Schuyler had been kidnapped,
ali peered at Cyclone Tim IN
credulously. ALI but Tommy
who had faith in the Judgment
Of the grizzled old gang chlel-
tain and who had insisted thai,
he be present when the PROM
ised telephone call was to come
through at 10 o'clock from his
fiancee'S abductors.
cyclone Tim was strangely
ont of place in the luxurious
drawing room. He Sported a
patch over his forehead from
the blow he had received the
night before when his gang hao
hi-iacked in Long Island SOUND
the million dollars worth q
Silk Freeman's dope. HIS Ie1e
arm was stiff from the bullet
wound and his whole body was
rnauled and bruised. He wore
q greasy sweater and he nad
stuffed his cap into his hlp
oocket when the butler Aet
R,,t cyclone Tim was not out
of mace among these men. BE"
tween him and Tall Tom Giles.
ME was an age-old reverence OF
fi0hthrs. He and Tommy were
downright pals. And MIR. Scnuy.
der was sympathetic to any
agency through which he mlgn6
reclaim his daughter.
100000 In Notes
On the table, beside the
banker were several bundles OF
hanknotes. Cyclone Tim threw
avaricious glances at them from
fine to time as Mr.. Schuyder
explained again to TAN Tom
the conversation with the mys-
terious man on the night be-
fore; explained how he was TO
have the 100000 ready when
the man called at 10 O'Clock;
explained how the money was
to be held merely as a bond to
force Tall Tom to give up
SO l-3 per cent Of his trucking
business business, the man
. charged. Tall Tom had bludg-
eoned from less powerful rivals.
AS Cyclone Tim listened with
/ the cunning Of his kind he sud
denly sought out a bare space
between two oriental rugs and
spat on the floor.
"It's Freeman" he growled
contemptuously.
whoever it is" sighed the
banker, and he turned his mel
ancholy gaze on Tall Tom, "1've
got the money here and I'm go
ing to pay it and get my
daughter back. You and I have
always worked together, Tom.
When the money is posted and
Alice is safe I don't care
whether you carry out the
blackmailing bargain or not
I'll stand to lose. All I want
is Alice-Safe and sound"
It was a few minutes to 10.
Tommy began to pace the floor.
Tall Tom remained in his stiff
upright position in his chair in
deep and silent thought. The
banker nervously watched the
telephone Cyclone Tim leisure
ly helped himself to another
Habana from the humidor.
OPEN DEFIANCE
Ten O'clock. The sharp omi-
nous tinkle of the telephone
bell. Tommy froze in his tracks.
The muscles Of Tall Tam's face
twitched. Mr.. Schuyler for the
moment seemed paralyzed. A
hopeless, forlorn expression
spread over his thin white face.
Cyclone Tim was on his feet
like q cat.
Don't touch dat 'phone!" he
growled as he walked toward
the table. He yanked the re-
ceiver off the hook with his
right hand as he could hardly
move his wounded left arm. He
placed the receiver to his flop.
ping ear and stuck his twisted
snarling lips into the mouth
piece.
'Hullo," he said. in a low
tone such as convicts use when
they address each other in
prison, mfr. Schuyler? Yes,
he's right here. No, he don't
wanta talk to you"-the banker
shot a despairing lock at Tall
Tom and then sank back in his
chair - Who is dis?. Never
mind who dis iS-who are you?
We'll, I'll tell you who y'are.
You're Scotty Macdonald, dat
utter Sl1yster punk aroun' from
de Jefferson Market Court Il
never fergit no voice. know
you and you're plain wild Silk
Freeman. NO? Well, I'm goin'
5 tell you somet'in' an you can
burn it into de ear o. your B. B.
You can tell him you wus
Speakin' to de kink dat grabbed
off his million smackers a dope
las night out in de Sound-get
p1e? Il got de dope and youse
nas got de goil. IF dat jane is
wort q hundred grand to Silk
she's sure wort ten times dat. :.