The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-10-08

screwing the globe a half turn. There remained enough light which filtered in through the glass which partitioned the top of the door to enable him to drop the coin and dial the number of The Blade.
 Listen, cutie," he said, "put me on with Roy s. yeah, I know. Never mind that stuff.
 Sure, the invitation is good, but forget it.. This is business. I'm using a nickel of my own money .. Hello, Roy, this John Smith case has busted wide open. I'm telephoning from booth in the corridor. Whipple of The Planet is on duty in the press room. He's just got the memo that was handed out from the desk, and the thirg has gone into The Planet as an ordinary John Smith, suspicion of driving while intoxicated, but the man isn't John Smith at all. He's big shot in Riverview, man by the name of Cathay--C-a-t-n- a-y that's right Frank B. Cathay of Riverview. He lives at 2S6 Walnut avenue, has offices in the First National Bank build- ing, is a banker and candidate for city council.
 "Tom Carsons is handling the in- vestigation, and Tom has fallen like a ton of bricks for the big banking business. Tom figures the mans got political connections here he can work if he wants to. Cathay is going to pay about a hundred bucks to get eased out the back door and have the whole thing dropped. Carsons can do it. be- cause no charge was made. Tho guy was just picked up on suspi- cion, mostly suspicion of being mixed up in the service station stick-ups sure, I'm certain of my facts. I heard him when he kicked through and came clean. He's got his card case with him, with. his membership cards, his driving license and all of that stuff, and Carsons will have him verify the signature that's on his lodge cards and operators license, just in order to make certain he's got the right man .. {. you can put in a call for Mrs Cathay at Riverview and get a statement out of her. =. How do know he's going to buy his way out? Hell! How do know this call is costing me a nickel? If you want him held long enough to get photog- rapher over here you've got to bring some pressure to bear on Carsons and do it right now" Morden slipped the receiver back into place, left the telephone booth and started down the corridor to- ward the room where Carsons was holding Frank B. iCathay. He had taken less than half a dozen steps when the telephone booth when Whipple of The Planet emerged. Where you been, guy?" he asked.
 Lust fooling around. stretching my legs," Morden told him. sWhipple's gaze became more sus- picious. He walked past Morden directly to the telephone booth and jerked the door shut. The switch clicked. but the light did not come on. Morden had neglected to screw the bulb back into position. Whipple reached up, twisted the globe, and the light came on.
 Whipple jerked open the door and ran down the corridor to the press room. He picked up his tele- phone and shouted into it, Hold everything! Morden of The Blade has picked up something hot. I don't know what it is. Let me find out"
 Morden, standing in the door of the press room, lit cigaret and grinned mockingly. n
 You're sure a suspicious cuss," he said. "My city editor would can me for that"
 For what?" asked Whipple.
 Holding up the paper on bum steer," Morden said.
 "I'm not so certain it's a bum one." Whipple told him. He called the desk sergeant, called the radio broadcaster, even called the vari- ous precinct houses, without learn ing anything. t,S ,.ats
 you," he said.
 Morden strode toward the office with an expression of becoming modesty. He had, he knew, slipped q fast one over on Whip pie. The Blade had been the only newspaper to carry the story of tho Riverview seandal--the prominent citizen, candidate on the reform ticket for councilman arrested on