The Washington times., 1934-11-24

Tom Carey, rang for Tommy
How'd, and told him to nave the
file clerk see if we had anything
on 1t.
while your people are opening
graves I'll tell you why I'm here, "
the swarthy man drawled through
smoke when Tommy had gone
away with the paper.
"Tough-Paddy being knocked
off like that" I said.
HE was too damned trusting to
live long" his brother explained.
This is the kind of hombre he
was-the last time I saw him was
four years ago, here in San Fran
cisco. I'd come in from an expe'
dition down to- never mind
where. Anyway was flat. Instead
of pearls all I'd g'N out Of the
trip was a bullet-crease over my
hip. Paddy was dirty with fifteen
thousand or so he'd just nicked
somebody for. The afternoon l
saw him he had a date that he
/ was leery of toting so much money
to. So he gives me the fifteen
thousand to hold for him till that
night"
Tom Tom Carey blew out smoke
and smiled softly past me at a
memory.
That's the kind Of hombre he
was," he went on. He'd trust even
his own brother. I went to Sacra'
mento that afternoon and caught
q train East. A girl in Pittsburgh
helped me spend the fifteen thou
sand. Her name was Laurel. She
liked rye whisky with milk for a
chaser. used to drink it with her
til I was all curdled inside, and
I've never had any appetite for
SchmierkaSe since. So there's a
hundred thousand dollars reward
on this Papadopoulos, is there?"
And six. The insurance COM
panieS put up a hundred thou
sand, the bankers association five
and the city a thousand"
TonNTom Carey chucked the re-
mains Of his cigarette in the cuspi,
dor and began to assemble an
other one.
Suppose I hand him to you" ne
asked. How many ways will the
money have to go?"
None of it will stop here" as
sured him. THE Continental De
tective Agency doesn't touch re.
ward money-and won't let its
hired men. If any of the police
are in on the pinch they'll want
a share"
But If they aren't, it's all
mine?"
If you turn him in without
help, or without any help except
ours"
"I'll do that" The words were
casual. 80 much for the arrest.
Now for the conviction part. If
you get him, are you sure you can
nail him to the CROSSE"
II ought to be, but he'll have to
60 up against a jury-and that
means anything can happen"
The muscular brown hand hold
ing the brown cigarette made a
careless gesture.
Then maybe I'd better get a
confession out Of him before I
drag him in," he said off-hand.
1T would be safer that way"
I agreed. you ought to let that
holster down an inch or two.
It brings the gunbutt too high.
The bulge shows when you sit
down."
"Uh-huh. You mean the one
on the left shoulder. I took it
away from a fellow after lost
mine. Straps too short. I'll get
another one this afternoon. .
Tommy came in with a folder
labeled, Carey, Tom-Tom, 1361-C.
1t held some newspaper clippings,
the oldest dated 10 years back.
the youngest eight months. I
read them through, passing each
one to the swarthy man as I
finished it. Tom-Tom Carey was
written down in them as soldier
of fortune, gunrun ner, seal
poacher, smuggler and pirate. But
it was all alleged, supposed and
suspected. He had been captured
variously but never convicted of
anything.
"They don't treat me right" he
complained placidly when we