The Washington times., 1934-11-03

backward steps on my rubber
heels put me in the musty
closet, dragging the door all but
half an inch shut behind me.
Knuckles ratified on the room
door as I slid my gun off my
hip. The knuckles ratified again
and a feminine voice said, kid,
oh, Kid" Neither knuckles nor
voice was loud. The lock clicked
as the knob was turned. The
door opened and framed. the
shifty-eyed girl who had been
called Sylvia Yount by Angel
Grace.
Her eyes lost their stiffness
for surprise when they settled
! on the boy.
Holy hell" she gasped. and
was gone.
Too Late
I was half out of the closet
when 1 heard her tip-toeing back.
In my hole again, l waited, my
eye to the crack. She came in
swiftly, closed the door silently
and went to lean over the dead
boy. Her hands moved over him
exploring the pockets whose lin
ings I had put back in place.
Damn such luck!" she said
aloud when the Improbable frisk-
ing was over, and went out of the
house.
I gave her time to reach the
sidewalk. She was headed toward
Kearny Street when I left the
house. I Swallowed her down
Kearny to Broadway, up Broad.
way to Larrouy's. Larrouy'S was
busy, especially near the door
with customers going and coming
I was within five feet of the girl
when she stopped a waiter and
asked, in a. whisper that was ex'
cited enough to carry, us Red
here?"
The waiter shook his head.
"Ain't been in tonight"
The girl went out of the dive,
hurrying along on clicking heels
to hotel in Stockton Street.
CHAPTER V
While I looked through the
glass front, she went to the desk
and spoke to the clerk. He shook
his head. She spoke again and
he gave her paper and envelope
on which she scrubbed with the
pen beside the register. Before
had to leave for a safer position
from which to cover her exit,
saw which pigeon-hole the note
went into.
From the hotel the girl went
by street car to Market and Powell
Streets, and then walked up Pow
ell to O'Farrell, where a fat-facec
young man in gray overcoat and
gray hat left the curb to linl
arms with her and lead her to
taxi stand up O'Farrell Street.
let them go, making a note OF the
taxi number-the fat-faced mar
looked more like customer than
a pal.
It was little shy of two in tn
morning when I turned back int
Market Street and went up to tn
office. Fiske, who holds down the
agency at night, said Jack Count
ham had not reported, nothing
else had come in. I told him tc
rouse me an operative, and in tel
or fifteen minutes he succeeded II
getting Mickey Linehan out OF BET
and on the wire.
Listen, Mickey" I said, "1'V
got the incest corner picked GU
for you to stand on the rest of the
night. So pin on your diapers AM
toddle down there, will you?"
In between his grumbling ant
cursing I gave him the name an
number of the Stockton Street he
tel. described Red O'Leary. an
told him which pigeon-hole tn
note had been put in.
"It mightn't be Reds home
but the chance is worth cover
ing" T wound up. IF you picl
him up, try not to lose him be
fore I can get somebody dow
there to take him off you
hands"
I hung up during the out
burst of profanity this insul
brought.
The Hall of Justice was bus
when 7 reached 1t, though nobod
had tried to shake the upstair
prison loose yet. Fresh lots O
| suspicious characters were be1n