The Washington times., 1930-11-24
GANGSTER GIRL
How a Red-Haired Beauty
Overturned a Great City

Big Boy ne nad never seen
him give way to anger like
this before.
Silk tapped on the window
and motioned to his chauffeur
to stop. The car slid to the
curb. It was a deserted block
of darkened office buildings.
Down on the corner was a lit
tie cigar store, which was open.
Silk jumped out and the little
lawyer followed. The chauffeur
and his companion flanked
the two as they walked down
the street toward the store.
Open Defiance
Silk glanced at his. wrist
watch. It was two minutes to
eleven.
Nov you got me straight
tell 'em flat" he cut off his
words. The shyster made an
inarticulate sound. He had not
yet found his voice. Silk fol.
lowed him into the store and
held the door of the telephone
booth slightly open as the other
called the Schuyler home.
Hello came the thin, trem'
bling voice of the lawyer. Yes
it is him. But get this straight
the deals off"
Silk whose sharp nails were
biting into the palms Of his
clenched hands fairly yanked
the other from the booth and
snatched up the receiver him.
self. His words came like the
metallic staccato of a riveting
machine.
Listen, flop-ears! You amt
even goin' to make a pretty
corpse. They'll have to bury
you on the instalment plan. E.
You amt afraid? You know
whose talkin'? Well, it amt
the guy you think it is
I got the dame and I'll get the
dope and amt singin' l4o song
Tell that mick, Gillespie,
he may as we'll fold up now, an
that Heinie Schuyler he'll see
his daughter-in hell! Ten
o'clock tomorrow night-Tues-
day nights the deadline
I'm bein' soft and givin' you
one more chance"
Silk threw the receiver at the
hook, elbowed aside the shyster
and tossed the fawning clerk a
tenspot as he strobe out,
Cyclone Tim McClosky stood
at the end Of the bar in the
Water Street speakeasy and
threw in a slug of the booze
that burned a knot out Of the
wood wherever it stopped over
the glass.
A Secret Talk
His cap was showed far back
on his massive head. He was
in profound thought. He knew
that Silk Freeman knew. And
he knew that Silk Freeman was
no pushover.
Tommy entered. Tins eyes
lit up. He loved that youngster.
He saw at once that young Gill
lepsie had something momen-
tous to say.
II got to round up good men
for dis job," observed the Cy-
clone. "An' we got to put on
a spotter to office us when B.
B. goes out dom want no
pers'nal business wit him at
dis time. I amt afraid O. him
you know dat. But if him an
me meet one of us has to
croak. AS it is, we might be
able to stick dis joint up, grab
the gal an make a clean get
away. I don wanna get you in
no more gattin than what's
necessary, neither.
II got to get some tools, too.
I got a pretty fair idea now
how I'll op!rate. I've heard of
them steel doors before. To
batter 'em down would be a
lot O. noise an some neigh
bor'd holler copper. It's in a
big flat buildin'. We got to
work pretty quiet. I got to
lay my hands on a couple O.
cars, too, JUS a p'tic'lar kind
yeh, I think I can turn
his trick okay.
This here Freeman's Sorer'n
a pup. Ev'ry step I take I'm
lookin' for machine to whiZz
past an spray me wit type
writer lead. If dat Dopey Benny
knew where to find me, Silk
knows, too. It's a cinch he's
put me on de spot by now, any
way he put de finger on me
by de way, how about
you? He'd frame you in a
minute. Your OF man tells me
about some dame - what
phoned. Who is she?"
"Oh, she's all right, Tim.
A little secret-you know"
mo. I don't know. It'd be
JUS like that buZzard to aim
some good-lookin' chippy at
you to get in wit you till
you're off your nut over her
an trust her, an'-bam! You'll
be lookin' in her eyes when
you get it in your back"
Good Advice
Tommy blinked. Could this
be? Could Annie oh, no
it was prepoSterous.
"You better go easy, kid.
An find out if she by any
chance knows this here Big
Boy"
Know him! She had been
his woman! Still was, in
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