Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-11-06
TwENTY-THIRD INsTALLMENT.

N YELL NIELSEN had made good his
threat. He had boosted on the
VI night that Gypsy Estrella
4 ordered him out of her camp
that he would close 1t tighter
than q landlords fist" All because Neil
had been drinking-because he assumed,
in the muddle of disordered brain, an
authority over her. Cathleen, that was
not his right. She had brought this
trouble on the gypsy.
How could she make amends? Go to
some one who would be glad to get the
information and tell what she had seen
that night in Washington Square Park?
Tell on Joe Nielsen who had used his
power to hurt those against whom his
son harbored a senseless grudge?
whatever happened to the six sus-
poets in the police line-up?" she Won
dered, and reproached herself that she
had been so Immersed in her own af-
fairs that she had forgotten them.
She picked up an evening paper from
the reading table provided for patrons
OF The Nook. Three of the suspects"
were being held. Three others were
out on bail. Predictions were made
that all six would be tried for assault
with intent to kill.
Something's got to stop Nielsen"
Cathleen decided. Il must find way
to let him know that I was in the park
that night"
That evening, when the diners in The
Nook had thinned out to three or four
scattered groups, two men sauntered
in, selected table well toward the rear
of the room, and ordered black coffee.
When Cathleen vent to the pantry
for extra silver she found Mrs. Hall
there in a state Of nervous excitement.
Those two men," she said in low
voice to Cathleen. Did you notice
them. They're detectives, I'm sure"
Detectives? What would they be
doing here?"
Mrs. Hall, shaking q troubled head.
rive sent to find Kenneth. He might
know"
their coffee. She knew from their con-
versation that they were of a stamp
decidedly different from that of the
usual patron Of The Nook. When she
returned to the pantry on another
errand Kenneth was there, peering
through the small pane of glass in the
door leading into the main room.
They're dicks, all right" he said.
Probably prohibition agents"
Then why are they here?" Mrs. Hall
whispered, more agitated than ever
''I've never served drop of intoxi-
eating liquor in my place, nor do al
low my patrons to serve it to them
selves when they bring it in"
II don't know" Kenneth said darby.
This doesn't look good to me. Liquor
has been known to be planted on prem
1ses. What can't figure is who would
be out to get you, mother. You mind
your own business and never step on
any ones toes"
Perhaps they just dropped in acct
dentally," Cathleen offered hopefully.
If they are enforcement officers, a cup
of your coffee ought to taste heavenly
after what they've been Sampling."
She tried to be reassuring-to reas-
sure herself. She could not. In the
back of her mind she saw two figures
standing in the shadow of a clump of
bushes in Washington Square Park.
One of the figures was Joe Nielsen.
IN go out and sit at nearby table
where I can keep an eye on them"
Kenneth said. I'm a few minutes, Kit,
you come out and join me. If they pull
any funny tricks, I'll crown them with
the nearest thing I can lay my hands
on"
mo, no, son! You must not raise
your hand" Mrs. Hall was more dis
tressed by Kenneth's threat than she
had been by the menace of the mystic
rious men. you can't be brought into
1t. Think Of the disgrace"
II am thinking of it," he said, his
Jaws working IF it's going to come,
I'm the one to take it-not you. You
keep out Of it, mother This is mans
job"
Cathleen could have blessed him for
his stand. There was a chink in the
hard shell Of his ego, after ALL She
saw the tears brim in Mrs. Halls eyes.
Kenneth sat facing the men as they
drank their coffee aWkWardly from the