The Washington times., 1931-04-22

In Scorpio's headquarters, the
gang chief and Newton stood
waiting by the stairs, ano
watching the restaurant door
until Metz sided in. LOOKING
about, at the now almost de
sered restaurant. the Dummy
sidled to Scorpio. who smiled
grimly.
Making sure that no eyes
were upon them, Metz quickly
handed Scorpio a revolver
which the. gang leader quickly
hid in his coat.
A moment later, Scorpio was
in the private office, carefully
cleaning the weapon. It was an
ornate, silver-plated affair
''his lucky rod" he called it be-
cause it never had missed the
bull's-eye-from the night he
had first used ito bump OIL
Johnny Franks.
The gang chief whirled as
the Gouge1 entered the room.
No Suspicion Here
There's He'll popping in the
city at Colimo's place. Eddie
Kluse-you know him-and Gar
denia Just had a talk with mt.
They can't understand just
why Colimo was bumped OIL
by that kid-especially as you
and he were talking partner
ship"
mo suspicion we did lt?" de,
manded Scorpio. Il was AFRAID
there might be-nOt that we
did, you understanding just
because of-well, general prln-
ciples."
'Nope-they don't seem to
connect our layout with it IN
any way, and Gardenia wanted
me to tell you that they'll be
glad to work with you. In
fact, they figure you and New
ton are about the only people
who can take Joe's place"
2, Scorpio grinned. The plans
of the astute Newton were
coming along even better than
they had hoped for.
"I'Il 60 down and tell New
ton about it," he announced
He hastened downstairs to
the landing from which New
ton was still quietly surveying
t. = restaurant and the croWoS
In the street beyond.
A surge of friendlineSs swept
over Scorpio as he watched the
lawyer. In his hour OF triumph
he forgot the biting contempt
the calm superiority of the at
.torney which had so long 1rKeo
him.
well, what do you say,
Pard?" he demanded, placing
his hand affectionately on New
tons shoulder.
The other turned and re.
garded the gangster with a colo
stare. Slowly, Newton reached
u2, took Scorpio's sleeve IN
thumb and finger. and removed
the hand from his shoulder
with the same disgust that one
would remove a bug. Scorpio
WINGED under the look-then
rage suffused his lowering
countenance.
A Bitter Taunt
"Td kill any other guy 1or
calling down like that! ne
grated. Newton regarded him
half in amusement, half in con-
tempt, then turned again to
watch the street. Scorplo
thought again of triumphs In
store. His frown vanished.
"Wen, now, we're moving up
to the city" he gloated, "and
we're going to make all this
lack, I'll be able to get swell
clothes, a swell dump to live 1n'
and flock of servants. ne
paused to spit a quld OF
tobacco on the carpet.
eyes, sir" he proclaimed.
''From now on, I'm gonna be
0 gentleman!"
Newton turned to regard the
gangster with a faint Sneer.
"A man. the lawyer stated,
"is born a gentleman!"
Scorpio stared, froWned. ana
turned away.
"some day." he thought to
himself-"I'm gonna be high
enough up to bump that guy!"
Scorpio sat up in a great
four-posted bed. and stretched
luxuriously. Life was good.
It was two months since Co
limos humping off, and his
new machine was working per
fectly. Stills and storehouse in
his protected town Of Centric
trucks wholesaling his liquor,
and all his rackets working
smoothly. Now he was busy
being a gentleman.
His new home was a pent-
house, elaborately furnished.
decorated by the greatest of
artists. and with every luxury.
atop the highest building in
the city. A retinue of servants,
wardrobes that would shame a