The Washington times., 1932-01-19

Glendale was the limbo of
lost cops. It was one of those
quiet, peaceful little suburbs
which just came within the pale
OF a municipality, and with
which over-zealous cops, when
they arrested someone with a
political drag, we're threatened.
Lay off, flatfoot!" the peeved
ward-heeler would eXclaim, "or
I'll have you transferred out to
Glenadle where you'll be pick.
ing the burrs outta your socks"
Of course there were other
places on the outskirts of the
city where the disfavored cop
might be exiled. But if he lived
on the other edge of town he
was sentenced to Glendale. If
he lived in Glendale he was
transferred to North Woods,
which was smack across the big
burg. It would have been just
too nice to have him work in
the same precinct in which he
lived.
Glendale was the longest car
ride from the home of Capt.
Jim Fitzpatrick, and to Glen
dale he was sent, showing that
his demotion was not mere
department routine matter. He
had incurred the wrath OF
the higher mugmumps and they
sought to have it impressed on
him in a nice, significant way.
They might have put it thus:
"Get out your chewing gum
and solitaire deck and bide a
while in Glendale"
Captain Fitzpatrick took 1t as
the "breaks." He gritted his
teeth, set his Irish jaw, and dug
out his musty captains uniform
which smelled of mothballs. He
patted Mary on the head and
She smiled cheerily, for that's
the kind of wife Mary was. And
he went to Glendale.
The first week or so was one
of stagnant inactivity. A DOG
had been found unmuzzled. "A
little baby tottled away from
the doorstep and for a time II
looked like a real kidnapping, un-
Til they found it around the cor
ner behind some bushes. "A
woman threw stone at a
neighbor's chicken because the
predatory creature was looking
for virgin fields in her garden
"A cat was marooned up
telephone pole for two hours
It was an exciting life IN
Glendale. So Captain Fitzpat-
rick simply settled back, began
brushing up on the city ordl'
nances and a few pointers IN
police maneuvers and got in
iot of pistol practise. 1t was IN
quiet, ennui-ridden lassitude-sod-
den Glendale that Lieuts. Jonn
Makowsky and Tom Deegan'
his former assistants on the
homicide squad, found him one
bright afternoon when they
both had a day off togetner'
Dream Come True
"It's great to see you guys.
said Jim. as he grasped their
hands. cts like a good dream
come true. How's the old detail
working? I don't read so much
about it any more. How's Ed?
He hasn't been home for a
week. Why don't you guys say
something? You look like a
couple of banshees at a wake"
"The old details shot to hell"
sorrowfully offered Mac.
eds okay," warily answered
Tom. "He likes his good times
but he'll make crack detec-
tive some day. He's got the
old Fitzpatrick stuff in him
hasn't he?"
Jim nodded slowly, avoiding
the gaze of the other two.
They shuffled their feet. But
an instant later the trio was
to be electrified to action by
the startling clang of the alarm
bell. The desk sergeant, pudgy
and painting, hurtled into the
room. He shouted:
"It's the bank, captain! Stick
UP! They killed the cashier!"
''Whoop! Just in time for
the party!" shouted Mac.
Lets go, Fitz!" cried Tom.