Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-01-05

least so Lanny decided.
So she dragged the hall runner into
the kitchen, scrubbed the bloody spot
Thoroughly. and dried 1t over the gas
stove, reviling herself the while.
To the surprise OF the machine gun
ner Chief Dan Mcnamara did not ask
him single personal question-not even
his name. Nor did he question him re-
gRrding his wounded friend. He and the
chief part8uk of q breakfast which the
Tommy man prepared, and discussed
craftsmanship. wounds, battles and sud
lden death. As the chief was leaving he
gave the machine gunner a list of the
trRdeEInen who supplies his house and
told him TO telephone his orders; when
delivery was made they were 70 be left
on q table In the basement
And don't you answer the telephone
and don't show yourself outside or nesa
the front windows, he warned
The fellow nodded. by the way
chief. what's going to become of that
spesdboat? IT belongs to Nance. She
bought 1t for 81. $500"
Mcnamara sat down and looked his
RmRzement. She paid $4,000 for that =
boat-and yet she was doing time fur
pinching a dozen silk stockings? don't /.
like to ask you any questions You might
be embarrassed to answer, boy, but to-
Gay viii be a total loss to me unless ]
find out where she keeps her bank roll z
That's Nance S business an Id rather
not discuss 1t. She sent the check out
in the letter outltnin' her plan of es
cape"
who received the letter."
"A friend who showed 1t to us-anc
we decided to help Nance ont. We bott
owed her debt We couldn't see no other
way Of paytn'."
But didn't you figure out the rislIs?"
"Sure--an' discounted EN-. Machine
gun fire amt no new thing TO us WI
figured them guards wasn't topnotch :
machine gunners anyhow-that is, at
long ranges They never expect to have
TO do anything but cloSe-range work:
they know how to handle their guns,
but they don't have their regular pc
RODS Of target practice on the range, :
like a soldier does. In our boat headed
straight away from the fire at IS miles
an hour, It would take an expert to
get on us. An they wouldn't know for
sure whether we were accomplices or
not until Nance reached the boat and
We started pullin' her in; then Of
) course. they'd let us have it. But their !.
first bursts on the boat we're Just o.
liable to be overs and shorts, and wed
have the girl aboardebefore they could
correct.
There were eight other boats In the :
! cove. Six OF EN- was in our pay an .
they was strung along in line, so Close ],
together that as we run down the linz,
O. them the guards would hold their fire
for fear o. riddlin innocent parties.
! An we had another advantage. That
speed boat throws q wide white bow,
wave, an the water for so feet behind
her and 20 feet on each side is a
smother of foam when she's doing her
stuh-bulletS couldn't throw up any .
water that could be seen from a dis
lance in the big spray. When you're
machine -gunnin' a fast moyin' target
you got to see where your shots arr
droppin If you're goin' to correct your
range fast an accurately. Then we hat
another advantage. The guards are In. /
a watch-tower on hill or a high wall
an st the early ranges they'd be frin
downf1ill- Even the work of an expert
gunner, FIRM at a down-angle, goes =
on considerable. The cockpit was lined
with steel. So, after the boy friend got
Nance aboard they Topped and wer5 :
safe. The only trouble was that tbs
edge of one burst got Gates before hr
could Mop. The front cockpit was steel
lined, too" :
The man grinned sheepishly.
wouldn't take that chance again, CHR
Those gunners were better than we fit
ured them"
You're both men after my ous
heart. Well, take good care of you
friends: I've got to be on the job til !;
midnight tonight
How long you goin' to keep us here? /.
you can bet your sweet life it won ?
be very long. You're too dangerou ,
to me-"
In his official car. driven by police !.
man chauffeur. Mcnamara motore
down TO Central Station where he i'm
mediately sent upstairs for Nance Bel
dep,s record and photographs and pro :
ceeded to San Quentin.
did that Belden girl who escaped
yesterday leave anything in her cell?
Letters, photographer" he asked the
warden.
i've been in such a stew over her
escape I haven't thought of inyestigat-
ing that angle" the warden confessed
Ten minutes later he was In the cell,
carefully looking over the clothing
Nance Belden had left behind her. On
a slip he found a small, cloth-covererts
metal tag, such as dry cleaners clamp
on garments to identify them. This tag
| bore the initials IN. B." Inside and
just below the collar of a worn tailored
suit he found the silk tag which tailors
sew into the garments they manufaC-
ture. This tag carried the name of 81
Abrams. Ladies' Tailor, 314 San Fer
nando Avenue, San jose"
He shipped this tag out Of the coat
and rummaged through a suit case un-
der the bed: 1t contained a deck of
playing cards, some clothing, which
yielded no clues, and a blank check
of the Security Trust Co. of San JOSE
Nothing of interest in the girls
abandoned effects" he reported to the;
warden. by the way, want to have
q chin-chin' with one of your prisoners
Benny the Beetle, No. 41322."
will you do me a favor, Benny"
| the chief asked him when he came in.
| "Only one, Dan? I owe you three"
We'll forget the other two and col
lect on one. Do you know the good
conduct prisoner who works in the
identification bureau?"
The Beetle nodded
know anybody whose time is up
shortly?"
MY cellmate"
IF he could bring me word that the
! photographs, fingerprints and Bertil-
lon measurements of Nance Belden-
remember that name ?-have mysteri-
ousiy disappeared, I'd be inclined to
be his friend if he got into jam later
on and it wasn't too serious
I'll do what I can for you, chief
I'll ask Bender. He's assistant to the
file clerk"
"See him in the mess hall at noon.
And see somebody in the prison print
shop. They're probably running of
placardS to send to all the postmasters
in the State. That's where they adj
vertise for escaped priSoners-in post
Office Hobbies. Can't let those placards
with the half-tone photos and Bertil-
Ion measurements get out you know.
Good-by, Benny, and thanks lot"
From San Quentin Dan Mcnamara
motored down. to San Jose and called
upon 1. Abrams, ladies' tailor.
"Mr. Abrams, have you ever made
a tailored suit for a girl with noses
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