The Washington times., 1930-11-21
CHAPTER I3

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roOm-service. After that o
cigarette. And then to -busi-
ness. . @
She was to phone Tommy
Gillespie that morning, but it
was too late now to make It
ut the appointed hour. She
took q chance, anyway. Tom
my was out. Well, she'd stay
in and let him call her-she
had given him the telephone
and room numbers.
He wasn't long doing it. He
was agitated. He told her
what she knew better than he
did-that Alice Schuyler had
been kidnapped - that 1t was
the work OF the mob muscling
In on the Gillespie business,
and that he had to do Q lot
Of quick work but Ire
must see her he must!
'How's late t'night?" she
asked.
"I'n make it. Midnight
the minnie golf course next to
Roxy'S-hows that?"
Check. I don't know now
to Shoot-that is, with them
funny tools-but I'll go through
the motions"
"I'll get there as soon as I
can. It's open all night. II
I'm delayed, play ahead and
wait, will you-darling?"
"Surest thing this side O.
hell. Take your time. Lii An
NEIL be there fightin' off the
ambitious Johns"
He sent a kiss through the
telephone--then q sigh.
A Lot Of Nerve
Cyclone Tim McCloSky was
standing at the end of the bar
In the dingy Water Street
speakeasy, lingering his empty
whisky glass, when a nattily
dressed little fellow with a
derby hat and hair-line mus
tache walked In through the
front door. His keen furtive
eyes searched the place and
then his glance rested on Cy-
clone Tim.
Huh, a dopey," contemptu-
ously spat the gang chieftain,
and spun his whisky glass to-
ward the bartender. Gimme
Q drink, uuick!"
Gingeriy the little fellow
came toward Cyclone Tim.
mfr. McCloSky?" he asked
hesitatingly.
what t'hell Of it?" growled
Cyclone Tim.
I'm Benny Morris -Dopey
Benny Morris, You've probably
heard o. me-we had some
dealin'S in the past"
"Oh - Freeman's top dope
shower on Cocaine Row. eh?
You got a he'll o. lot O. noive
t'come aroun' here"
I'm through with Freeman"
whined the little fellow. He
amt been doin' me right. He
amt been kickin' In my divvy.
An he says I owe him, dough
an II dom pay I'm washed
up"
AN what t'hell you want me
t'do?" and Cyclone Tim downed
his liquor without removing his
eyes from those of the other.
Dopey Benny looked quickly
around the room and then in
lowered tones said:
"Freeman's landin' million
bucks o. heroin tonight ~
thought you'd be interested.
I'll give you the steer straight,
an all I want is my split, SOS
! can beat it far an away.
Tim Makes Sure
Cyclone Tim never moved a
muscle Of his face. But his
eyes bored into the shifty orbs
Of the others as though he were
trying to find a dark secret in
their corrupt depths.
well spit it out" he shrug-
ged finally. Where's d. dope?"
They're bringin' it in from
Long Islnd Sound tonight at
10 sharp. It's already planted
on one of them old schooners.
anchored above Sunken Mea-
dows. One O. them old boats
left out there to rot-a five
maSted schooner over near the
Fort Schuyler Side-you can't
miss tits the last one out.
They're goin' to land it in the
rilroad yards on thee Bronx
shore, The password is 3 BB.'"
Tanks for d. tip" grunted
cyclone Tim. and he motioned
to two men sitting in the little
rear room. Take dis dopey,"
he ordered, AN tie him up and
watch him close. I'll come back
for him later"
But" wl1ined Dopey Benny,
as the two men seized him
roughly and dragged him to-
ward the back room.
"You amt goin' t. put Cy-
clone Tim on no spot. IF you're
tellin' d facts, oke-I'll take
care o. YOU when I get back
II you ain't-huh!"
Il 4
The narrowS Of Long Island
Sound between Fort Schuyler
on the Bronx shore and Fort
Totten on the Long Island
side, a pathway for ocean liners
down into Hell Gate, where
seven vicious tides rip and whip
the waters in continual fury, is
one of the most melancholy,
deserted and unguarded spots
within so miles Of Broadway.