Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1932-01-28

ing drunkenly. Pete Maxwell rose and
walked around him. slowly, cautiously,
puzzled light In his blue eyes. Then,
not unkindly, he caught at the pris-
oner's shoulder.
"All right. kid" he said WED bet
ter be moving, l guess"
This time 1t was another journey
by patrol up Center street to dual
building, connected by bridges across
the street. Inside one Of them Joe
WAS taken and to another cage on the
nrst floor, whence he could look out
upon the monotonous activities OF a
courtroom. At last Joe was led for
ward He heard question, from
above him on the desk-the words
were legal and indistinguIshable
Then he heard the voice OF Pete May
well.
4Not guilty. your honor. And II
your honor please, 1t may be neces-
sary to re-arraign him on a short affi.
davit at the expiration Of forty-elght
hours, on account OF the indictment
upstate and some delay on the war
rants"
The man above him had something
to say In reply; LOCALITIES which Joe
CID not understand. Then tired and
numbed, he felt the handouts again,
and knew that he was walking, out OF
the room and up long stairway. like
the stairway of castle he had seen
ence IN 4 motion picture, and after
that, Into cage which seemed inter-
minable. They were In the Tombs.
More bars and more grills. Then
key clattered and a door opened.
In there" said the guard. and
added to some one inside: Here's d
gangster pal for you. Now You two
rats can each take corner and squeal
at each other"
The door closed. Joe stood there
while = trim-waisted youth, his cloth
ing immaculate even here, his hair
shining and sleek, his thin, yenomous
features immobIle, except for the Jerk
Of crooked smile, came sinuously
from bunk. whats the rapr'
Joe knew the term by now.
Homicide. They say | killed two
state policemen up by Orr's Mills
'Yeah?' His sleek companion lit
cigarette. "Yeah," he asked again.
"Where'd you 60 to school?H
IT Joe stared. 1.-THE last place
was In Missouri"
Yeah? Who was your teachern
Miss Price. Why?"
"Yeah?' asked the rat, and. pull
Ing In his under lip, blew his inhala-
ton against his breast. "Why didn't
she teach you how to address a gen.
tleman?"
Joe Barry glanced dazedly around |
him.
I didn't know I was doing any
thing wrong" he said. ave never
been In a place like this before
MOP" the gangster asked. Then |
suddenly: Come here and sit down.
Wetears" Once1Joe was beside him.
he whirled, talking in low, swift tones.
whats the idea. stool?'' he demanded.
you're not even smart enough TO
know how to answer my questions.
But II you're after information TIL
give you some information. When they
take you out, you tell 'em they amt
FOOLED nobody. Hymie Fradke's still
got friends. Tell 'em I'm going to
beat this rap II 1t takes my life. And
Il ! do. somebody's going to get showed
over |"
Joe Barry raised his arms. pIte-
ously.
Leave me alone, won't your" he
begged. Il don't know what yon're
talking about. | don't know who Won
are ! don't care who you are Leave
me alone!p
1t struck the other mans sense OF
pride.
"Yeah?" he asked. you're no for
hat chopper job on the Newburgh
-oad and you don't know HymIe
Fradke?"
Joe strove to leave him. Hymie
Fradke, = little puzzled, followed.
How'd they fasten that rap on YOU.
Vetears?' he asked.
Soon they were talking upon a dif-
erent basis. 1t was surcease. feel
ne OF sympathy which urged Joe for
yard; Hymies manner had changed
realty. Now he was settled beside
oe Barry, his thin. carefully mani
ured fingers tapping on his knees. or
erking bis cigarette In quick swing
rom his lips, returning 1t as swiftly.
was not long before he interrupted.
Talk lower. Whisper-that's bet
er- We didn't just happen to be put
here together. Ten to one. there's
stool In the next cell with an ear
3 big as washtub.'
The clntter OF slum time came
LYME sneering at the bars The
light count was made and the lights
immed- Then Hymie took his dulled I
ompanion back to the cot and pressed {
I'm down there. I
"Yeah?" he asked In a whigner
This guy Martin. describe him aqain. 9
ever heard him called Big Fridav7 t
o, 1t couldn't be him; he wouldn't
. a thing like that In the omen a
ustve worked through a fall guy" t