The Washington times., 1931-04-09

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we went through the building
and they don't seem to be
there. Looks kinda funny"
The policemen shrugged.
"We were here Just about
the time you broke in-they
wouldn't have had time to
make a getaway from here"
insisted the officer.
Donlan grunted.
I'm leaving a couple of men
to watch the still and the
hootch," he said. Maybe you'd
better stick around here, and
I'll leave a couple in 'front.'
just in case they did hide in
the building and might come
out later" He turned to
leave.
In the dark behind the pack
ing cases the trio waited,
breathlessly apprehensive. This,
it appeared, was to be a siege,
if those policemen waited
around. Scorpio's brow fur
rowed in deep perspiring
grooves, as he racked his slow
brain for some means of escape.
Then the trio started to sud-
den attention.
THAT bunch of old packing
cases might be full of BOOZE"
one of the officers was saying.
Suppose we go through them
while we're waiting"
AS the policeman approached
the packing cases, with lighted
flashlights, Scorpio's brain sud-
denly cleared. He drew his re-
volver and slowly cooked it.
Franks laid a restraining hand
on his arm. The big fellow
shook it off.
Under cover of the packing
cases, Scorpio hurled the cooked
weapon. 1t spun high over the
fence into the alley. striking
the ground with report that
shattered the stiffness of the
night.
With a yell, the policemen
were over the fence. searching
the alley. Scorpio, Franks and
Gouger let no grass grow under
their feet. Into the rear alley
they leaped, and crawled care
fully along the enclosure.
They emerged into the street,
a block from the police guards,
in front of the tenement. Mix
ing with the crowds, they made
their way back through the fog
to the steak house.
"You got a bean, all right,
Slaughterhouse," Franks con-
graduated the recruit. THAT
stall of throwing the rod away,
so it would fog in the alley, was
slick. Bet the John Laws will
wonder a lot about it. Bulls is
thick"
Scorpio grinned expansively.
The inferiority complex that
had assailed him, when he first
set out with the gang, was van
ishing. After all, he'd saved
them all from a pinch. He
wasn't so dumb, he meditated.
Unconsciously, he swelled out
his chest. Yes. he was going
to be a big shot in this racket!
Rivals in News
Hank Rogers, hurTying up
the street, made for the nearest
lighted store. the drug store on
the corner. Hank was a Cour.
rier reporter. AS he entered, his
eyes automatically singled out
the two telephone booths. Into
the nearest booth he hurried,
without noticing another youth,
busily engaged in flirting with
Anne Ralston, a pretty blonde
at the cigar counter.
Rather foppishly dressed was
the second man; dark, cynical
in speech and with an air Of
sophistication beyond his years.
Carl Luckner had a way with
women. which gained him many
a beat" over the Star office.
He was Hanks most active rival
in the news field-and one Of
his best friends, outside of busi-
ness hours.
Loyal Friends
Carl watched Hanks dash
for the telephone booth. and
laughed.
IT'S my old pal. Hank-with
a story" he informed the girl
I'll just get an earful."
He hurried to the second
booth, and placed his ear
against the wall, as Hank
called up his office. No qualm
of conscience Smote Carl as he
listened in" The two were
friends, after a newspaper
fashion that the outside world
can't understand.
They palled around together
after work. They drank to-
gether, played together-and
the next day would race to
scoop the pants" off each
other.
It's an inherent trait In
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