The Washington times., 1931-04-10


mine"
Johnny flashed a warning
glance at Scorpio as he spoke.
and the big fellow nodded, al
most imperceptibly.
Certainly glad to meet a
coupla pals of Johnny's," he
greeted the reporters. Ger
tainly am"
Suppose He SquawkS?
The worried Franks again in,
terrupted.
Sorry we gotta be running
along" he chartered on, seizine
Scorpio's arm. But I gotta be
getting in my orders for tomor
row. You know-now'S the time
the commission markets do their
stuff" Almost dragging Scor-
pio, he withdrew into the office
at the rear. He carefully locked
the door.
The Gouger eyed them
Searchingly.
What's eating you?" he in
quired.
"Vronski. made a mistake
when I let the bulls get him.
They got him in the can, and
they'll be working him over.
You know he amt got the
CUTS of a louise. Suppose he
squawks-"
He wouldn't dare!" declared
the Gouger.
"Well-supposing he does?"
Scorpio inquired. "What'n we
do-beat it away from here?"
"Just one thing to do and
do it quick" decided Johnny.
Come on-we gotta go see
The Lip!
Richard Newton had, in his
day, been one of the most bril-.
liant criminal lawyers in the
city. His cases were Sensa-
tional. His des~nse of the no
toriouS Bartholomew, whom he
freed against damning evidence
by sheer force of his dominant
personality and his oratory be-
fore the jury, is still part of
legal history.
Then drink claimed him.
He was seen less and less in
the courts Of law. Gradually
he was forgotten. The once
dignified and keen-minded at
torney became a shambling
wreck. p
The Keen Mind Works
Nothing remained but the as
founding brain that could,
even through the fog of liquor,
still fashion strange escapes
from the law.
To Newton's shabby office
came Franks, the Gouger and
Scorpio, just as sunlight was
beginning to peep over the
hills.
No answer greeted them, as
Johnny pounded on the door.
He pounded again. Then he
tried the knob, and found the
door unlocked. The three filed
in.
The place reeked of raw alco-
hol. Sprawled across the desk,
on which lay several empty
bottles, was the PROSTATE figure
OF the lawyer. He was un.
shaven, shabby and in a stupor.
Franks seized the man by the
shoulder and shook him vigor-
ouSly. This elected a grunt.
He shook again.
The Story Told
mfr. Newton-Mr. Newton
you gotta wake up! You gotta
tell us what to dol" Franks
shook the man again. Turn
on the light" he instructed
Scorpio, over his shoulder.
Newton Shuddered, stirred,
and finally Strengthened. His
red-rimmed eyes opened dazedly.
He stared at the trio for a mo-
ment as though focusing his
alcoholdistorted vision. Then
a flicker came into the steely
orbS. He spoke, as one from
whom all vitality had been
drained; slowly, inCoherently at
first, then as he became accus-
toned to the light, more Sanely.
"The cops. Newton, The cops!
They knocked over the still.
Lis t n-you gotta listen!'
Franks fairly yelled in his anx-
iety. They pinched Vronski,
and they'll give him the works!
He'll spill. I think maybe we'd
better quit, and get under
covert"
Newton eyed him coldly.
you think" he demanded
with biting irony. He straight
ened his chair. eyed the Gouger
cont"mptuously, then turned
and surveyed Scorpio.
"Wuo are you" he demanded.
"Old pal of mine-the guy
told you about from the Slaugh-