The Washington times., 1932-02-02
Chapter Xxx

Jim Fitzpatrick had spent in
promoting his brothers inter-
ests on the police force now
told off like a rosary of sor
rows. When he left the court
room after the acquittal, Tom
was at his side.
"Why don't you give the kid
q break, Jim?" he said, when
they had reached the Chiefs
office. IF you don't he's sure
to 60 wrong. This is the very
time he needs someone TO lean
on-someone to help him go
straight. This Belmonte mobll
corral him-they've got lever
on him now--and he'll wind up
with the rest Of 'em."
There's no use talkin', Tom,"
said Jim. 1--WE done everything
for that kid. The way he acted
after I was made chief makes
me feel like he isn't my brother
after all. I tried to give him a
break-and there's nothing I
can do now."
"Well, why don't you get
him out of townsend him
away for a time-get him away
from these crooks-he's a like
able kid, he listens to every
body-he believes in every
body"
He'll have to show me this
time" bitterly said Jim. If he
can stand on his own feet, do
the right thing, I'll stick by
him-I'll know he's got some
thing of the Fitzpatrick in him."
"Talk to him, anyway. AT
least he's got an in with the
mob now-maybe he can help
you break it up," insisted Tom.
Listen Tom," said Jim
sternIy. "1'd rather he played
the game square with that
bunch of crooks than to be a
stool. I can't use my own
brother for a stool. He hasn't
fallen THAT low-I hope. It's
up to him. If he wants to live
right he can do it. But I'd
rather he'd be honest in any
thing he goes into"
"If you could get him away
from that Beaumont jane he'd
be all right" continued Tom.
"She's the one who put the
skids under him-She's the one
who got him mixed up with
that mob"
Eyes, and it's my own fault
I see it now. I asked him to
help me. He got in with that
girl to try to help me dig the
lowdown on the Dopey murder.
She's poison"
"Well, it was your own fault
all around" sighed Tom:
what do you mean by that?"
asked Jim.
Don't you remember Wnen
you had a certain girl sprung
who had been framed by those
two vice squad men? Don't you
remember she was sent to Bed
ford?"
"Yes-yes, what of it?-that
was a raw deal and when I
found ollt about it I got her out
and broke the cops" said Jim.
well, that gal was Daisy
Beaumont" slowly said Tom,
carefully watching the express
sion on Jim's Face.
ITO hell you say!" exclaimed
Jim. "And to think that I got
her out for this!"
"Now-that's the point" con-
tinued Tom. II think that gals
grateful. I think she'd do any
thing for you. Why don't you
talk to her? She'll listen to
reason and I know that Ed'u
do anything she says"
Jim turned and stared out
the window. There was moth
ing but a blank wall opposite,
but he looked long and hard.
"I'Il be damned" he NUT
tered.
When Fightin' Jim left his
office that night he didn't walk
straight out Center Street to-
ward home. He stopped for a
good 10 minutes in a shop
nearby dquarters and
emerged with what almost ap-
preached a grin on his face and
a big flat box under his arm.
And he broke a custom of
years standing by taking the
street car to his own corner.
He let himself in stealthily,
deposited his box on the living
room table and united it, and
then with roar called out:
"Patrolman Michael Fitzpat-
rick! Report to headquarters
at once!"
Mary, her eyes round with
surprise, ran in from the
kitchen, and a clatter and
bump on the front stairs an
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