The Washington times., 1930-10-13

In Kinky Kings costly, gar.
iSh apartment over a slovenly
barber shop, the exterior OF
which scarcely conveyed a Sus-
picion that within was the habl-
tat, the executive mansion, the
playhouse and the retreat Of
the West Side liquor monarch,
King was stamping up and
down the carpet. His coat and
vest lay on the floor where he
had flung them. His collar was
open wide and his tie flapped
and floated freely as he paced.
Seated together were two of
his Scoundrels, Bite" Ferrone
and "Pinky" Shapiro. Ferrone
was short and massive, muscu-
lar, powerful and brutal. Sha-
piro looked anaemic, his cheeks
caved in and his frame ENACT
ated. His complexion had the
flush of consumption.
King Staggers About
King staggered as he strode.
His florid countenance pro-
claimed him drunk If his un-
steady gait missed the eye. His
fists were closed, his eyes were
almost closed, his chest bobbed
up and down as he painted and
exploded.
Il want that Edgewater Kid"
he roared. If youse two can
croak him an not be tipped
off, okay; if youse can't, do it
anyways"
Shapiro rubbed his thin chin,
"But-why?" he ventured to in.
quire.
Because I say so-an' they
ain no better reason"
Ferrone offered no argument.
"1'll put it up to the boys" he
said, "an' we'll dope out the best
system. Maybe we can get away
wit it clean. The Kid lives in a
kind o. lonely neighborhood. O.
course, it's as much as our life is
worth, any Of us, to have Goldle
ketch us on the Mort Side"
We'll? You've took chances be-
fore, haven't you? If you want a
safe and simple life and wanna
raise kids an whiskers, go back
Shinin' Shoes"
Amt CrawfiShin'
"Oh, I amt crawfishin', boss
I'm JUS going over the ground
Maybe it's be better to double
team the Kid downtown"
You're crazy" interrupted
Shapiro. We'll put a trailer on
the Kid, get the lowdown on his
habits, an plant a typewriter-if
Hymie Weiss could be got that
way, the Etchwater Kid could"
I don't care if you stick a pine
apple under him or tear him ia
pieces wit your own hands. j
don care If you do it in the woods
or in City Hall. But-get me &C
ton. Have a drink"
He gurgled out half a tumbler
Tor each Of them. Shapiro threw
his down, and his meager body
bobbed under it like a ship hit by
a breaker. Ferrone dispatched his
neatly. King braced his big feet
and drained his glass, after which
he pitched it into the fireplace,
where it smashed to bits. He
Spat.
Wants Some Noise
The Edgewater Kid! It's a
fine set-up when that kind O.
pennyante split-case bootleggers
start pu'lin' fast ones on Kinky
King" he growled. IF a dame
is pinheaded enough not to
know nothin' that's rough
enough. But when one O.
Goldie Gorio'S stooges puts her
up to it, gets away wit it, an
tosses it in my pusS besides
say, they can burn me in the
chair before I let that kind
O punkS hijack my woman
an die of old age"
NOAA OAoAAIC yOu dU dll,
effuSed Shapiro, half-heartedly.
I'D do the same in the same
place"
Never mind what you'd do
so out an do it. This is what,
Thursday? BY Sund'y I want
some noise. We been so quiet
an peaceful, anyways, since
that agreement wit the Mayor
an Goldie an Hannibal, it's
gettin' on my nerves. If it
went on like this very long. I'd
go out an strangle a Chink.
This is spot. I got a reason
"a damn good one."
II shall say you have"
chimed in Shapiro.
Anyway" said Ferrone, wen
put it over"
That's what call converse
tion," cackled Kinky King.
Have another drink?"
Ito Be Continued